Dalton, Tymber - Contractual Obligation (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Tymber Dalton
Authors: Tymber Dalton
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nub started pushing her toward climax.
Better yet, I wonder what his tongue feels like…
She let out a cry when her orgasm washed over her at the thought of Doug’s mouth between her thighs. As she got her shaky legs back under control, she smiled. Even if nothing ever happened between them, at least she could indulge in scorching fantasies about the man.
After another moment, she changed the showerhead back to spray and replaced it in its bracket on the wall so she could finish her shower.
Maybe one day I’ll have someone, Doug or not, who can turn those fantasies into reality.
She shut off that line of thinking. Her dad would be ready to go, and she didn’t want to keep him waiting.
Besides that, she damn sure didn’t want to get her hopes up over nothing.
* * * *
Harper’s dad had his truck loaded and ready to go when she pulled into his driveway. He lived in Tarpon Springs, in the house he’d bought when he’d married her mom. An old, 1950s-style house reminiscent of Victorian homes, with lots of intricate gingerbread trim on the outside. He’d had it meticulously restored, and the lot sported three beautiful large, old oak trees. She pulled up next to his truck, which she knew he’d insist on taking. He said it was so she could rest during the drive, but she suspected it was more so he knew she’d stay the whole weekend if she couldn’t get home.
He stepped out the front door with a smile on his face that made her hate the things she’d thought about him earlier. She loved him. He’d done the best he could as a single father. She’d never wanted for care or attention when growing up, between the Smiths and her father.
He opened her car door for her. “Hi, sweetheart.” He offered her a hand as she stepped out.
“Hi, Daddy.”
He wouldn’t let her get her bags and the cooler with her medicine in it from the trunk. He insisted on doing all the loading. Resigned to spending a weekend as Daddy’s little girl, she let him without further complaint.
When they finally got on the road and headed south, Harper comfortably settled in the passenger seat with her iPhone plugged into the charger. She surreptitiously checked her e-mail when her father wasn’t looking. She couldn’t be out of contact all weekend.
By the time they hit the Skyway Bridge over Tampa Bay, she could tell her father was in a fine mood. He sang along with the radio and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music.
“Should we stop for dinner somewhere on the way?” He cast a glance her way.
She knew what he was really asking. “If you want, Dad.”
“I can pull over at that exit in Ellenton. It’s just a few minutes away.”
“I’m not going to drop dead in the next few hours,” she said with a smirk. “Anywhere’s fine. I’m okay.” She knew what the conversation had really been about. His unspoken questions were, When was the last time you checked your blood sugar, and are you due for your medication? And do you need to eat?
No matter how busy he was, or how much he had on his plate, from the time her diabetes was diagnosed when she was ten, he’d rarely missed a doctor appointment until she reached her teens and she insisted he not come because it was just too embarrassing. He’d practically made himself an expert on type 1 diabetes.
He laughed. “I’m sorry. You’ll always be my little girl. You know that, right?”
She tried not to roll her eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
It’s going to be a loooong weekend.
Chapter Seven
Friday afternoon, Tate was about to leave for the day when Jenny stopped him. “Boss wants to see us in the office.”
“Crap,” he grumbled. “This can’t be good.” He’d felt unsettled all day. Maybe he was overreacting, but it was totally out of character for Doug not to try harder to get in touch with him when visiting his parents.
Then again, he was usually with Doug when he visited his parents.
She smacked him on the shoulder. “Why do you
Better yet, I wonder what his tongue feels like…
She let out a cry when her orgasm washed over her at the thought of Doug’s mouth between her thighs. As she got her shaky legs back under control, she smiled. Even if nothing ever happened between them, at least she could indulge in scorching fantasies about the man.
After another moment, she changed the showerhead back to spray and replaced it in its bracket on the wall so she could finish her shower.
Maybe one day I’ll have someone, Doug or not, who can turn those fantasies into reality.
She shut off that line of thinking. Her dad would be ready to go, and she didn’t want to keep him waiting.
Besides that, she damn sure didn’t want to get her hopes up over nothing.
* * * *
Harper’s dad had his truck loaded and ready to go when she pulled into his driveway. He lived in Tarpon Springs, in the house he’d bought when he’d married her mom. An old, 1950s-style house reminiscent of Victorian homes, with lots of intricate gingerbread trim on the outside. He’d had it meticulously restored, and the lot sported three beautiful large, old oak trees. She pulled up next to his truck, which she knew he’d insist on taking. He said it was so she could rest during the drive, but she suspected it was more so he knew she’d stay the whole weekend if she couldn’t get home.
He stepped out the front door with a smile on his face that made her hate the things she’d thought about him earlier. She loved him. He’d done the best he could as a single father. She’d never wanted for care or attention when growing up, between the Smiths and her father.
He opened her car door for her. “Hi, sweetheart.” He offered her a hand as she stepped out.
“Hi, Daddy.”
He wouldn’t let her get her bags and the cooler with her medicine in it from the trunk. He insisted on doing all the loading. Resigned to spending a weekend as Daddy’s little girl, she let him without further complaint.
When they finally got on the road and headed south, Harper comfortably settled in the passenger seat with her iPhone plugged into the charger. She surreptitiously checked her e-mail when her father wasn’t looking. She couldn’t be out of contact all weekend.
By the time they hit the Skyway Bridge over Tampa Bay, she could tell her father was in a fine mood. He sang along with the radio and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music.
“Should we stop for dinner somewhere on the way?” He cast a glance her way.
She knew what he was really asking. “If you want, Dad.”
“I can pull over at that exit in Ellenton. It’s just a few minutes away.”
“I’m not going to drop dead in the next few hours,” she said with a smirk. “Anywhere’s fine. I’m okay.” She knew what the conversation had really been about. His unspoken questions were, When was the last time you checked your blood sugar, and are you due for your medication? And do you need to eat?
No matter how busy he was, or how much he had on his plate, from the time her diabetes was diagnosed when she was ten, he’d rarely missed a doctor appointment until she reached her teens and she insisted he not come because it was just too embarrassing. He’d practically made himself an expert on type 1 diabetes.
He laughed. “I’m sorry. You’ll always be my little girl. You know that, right?”
She tried not to roll her eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
It’s going to be a loooong weekend.
Chapter Seven
Friday afternoon, Tate was about to leave for the day when Jenny stopped him. “Boss wants to see us in the office.”
“Crap,” he grumbled. “This can’t be good.” He’d felt unsettled all day. Maybe he was overreacting, but it was totally out of character for Doug not to try harder to get in touch with him when visiting his parents.
Then again, he was usually with Doug when he visited his parents.
She smacked him on the shoulder. “Why do you
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