Suncoast Society
Heartache Spoken Here
Stuart moves to Florida because he knows being out as gay and kinky won’t be possible around his family in Iowa. It’s a new start for him, and he’s already made a kinky friend online. Now all he has to do is find the nerve to get out in real life.
Jeff has had nothing but bad luck in love lately. He’s fluent in heartache and finally listens when friends tell him he needs to do something different.
Brandon faces a delicate balancing act between being the father of a brilliant teenaged daughter and trying to find a subby guy who will accept he’s a package deal. He’s not just alone, but lonely, and wants more than pick-up play at Venture.
When Stuart realizes he’s been catfished, he’s mortified. But is it a blessing in disguise? Can the three men find what they’ve all been looking for in each other, or will heartache continue to be their primary language?
Genre: Alternative (M/M/M, Gay), BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 43,581 words
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Suncoast Society
Tymber Dalton

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Copyright © 2017 by Tymber Dalton
ISBN: 978-1-64010-438-9
First Publication: July 2017
Cover design by Harris Channing
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DEDICATION
This one’s for JillyBean, for suggesting the bad guy’s name. Huge thanks to my editor, Pat, for a really funny line. And, as always, to Hubby and Sir.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tymber Dalton is the wild-child alter-ego of author Lesli Richardson. She lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC award winner is also the bestselling author of over one hundred books, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
Brooke and her men are featured in Broken Arrow (Suncoast Society 22). While the books in the Suncoast Society series are standalone works which may be read independently of each other, the recommended reading order to avoid spoilers and to not miss any backstory information is as follows:
1. Safe Harbor
2. Cardinal’s Rule
3. Domme by Default
4. The Reluctant Dom
5. The Denim Dom
6. Pinch Me
7. Broken Toy
8. A Clean Sweep
9. A Roll of the Dice
10. His Canvas
11. A Lovely Shade of Ouch
12. Crafty Bastards
13. A Merry Little Kinkmas
14. Sapiosexual
15. A Very Kinky Valentine’s Day
16. Things Made Right
17. Click
18. Spank or Treat
19. A Turn of the Screwed
20. Chains
21. Kinko de Mayo
22. Broken Arrow
23. Out of the Spotlight
24. Friends Like These
25. Vicious Carousel
26. Hot Sauce
27. Open Doors
28. One Ring
29. Vulnerable
30. The Strength of the Pack
31. Initiative
32. Impact
33. Liability
34. Switchy
35. Rhymes With Orange
36. Beware Falling Ice
37. Beware Falling Rocks
38. Dangerous Curves Ahead
39. Two Against Nature
40. Home at Last
41. A Kinkmas Carol
42. Ask DNA
43. Time Out of Mind
44. Happy Valenkink’s Day
45. Splendid Isolation
46. Similar to Rain
47. Happy Spank Patrick’s Day
48. Fire in the Hole
49. Pretzel Logic
50. This Moody Bastard
51. Walk Between the Raindrops
52. Rub Me Raw
53. Any World That I’m Welcome To
54. Heartache Spoken Here
Some of the characters in this book appear in or are featured in previous books in the Suncoast Society series. All titles available from Siren-BookStrand.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
About the Author
Author's Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Landmarks
Cover
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Suncoast Society
TYMBER DALTON
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Chapter One
“Did you decide what you want for dinner?”
Emma stared down at her phone, her thumbs a blur of activity as she typed.
Brandon took a deep breath and tried again. “Emma, did you decide?”
“What?”
“Dinner.” He wanted to snatch the phone from her hands and toss it out the window. Except he paid for it.
And that would likely piss her off.
“Sushi’s fine.”
“Okay.” He drove for a few more minutes. “What’s so important you can’t spend at least a little time looking at your old man?”
Cue the mega-sarcastic, thermonuclear eye-roll. “I’m tex
ting with Grace.”
“Won’t you see her at school tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
“Honey, I know you hate spending time with me, but—”
“I don’t hate spending time with you, Dad.”
“Sure feels like it.”
She finally put the phone down and stared at him. “I didn’t get to talk to her today and I wanted to catch up about the weekend.”
“I’d like to catch up with you, too, you know. I haven’t seen you all weekend.” It was now Monday evening, and she’d spend it and Tuesday night with him. Next week would be Monday through Wednesday nights. She spent two weekends a month with him, and two with her mom.
The irony that when she wasn’t with him she’d text him practically non-stop on the weekends, and in the evenings between getting out of school and her bedtime, wasn’t lost on him.
His digital daughter.
“I don’t want to go to that stupid thing this weekend.”
“What stupid thing?”
“The stupid thing Pat signed us up for. Some weekend boat trip out into the Gulf.”
“Then don’t go. You’re old enough to stay home by yourself. Or come home with me.”
“Mom said I have to go because it’s two nights. Plus they bought the tickets for me and the Goober without even bothering to ask me if I wanted to go. It’s a ‘family’ thing.”
She stared out the windshield for a moment. “She knows I hate boats. I told her and Pat that, and they told me oh, no, you’ll love this, don’t be so melodramatic. It’s a whole stupid weekend thing, from Friday night until Sunday afternoon.”
Emma did hate boats. With a passion. She got seasick on a pool raft. They couldn’t even do any rides at Disney that involved water.
Which was ironic, because she was on her high school’s swim team. And she never got motion sickness in a car.
“Besides, I hate the Goober. It’s bad enough the little shit sneaks into my room, and now I have to share a room on a boat with him?”
“Language.”
“Fine. Little snot.”
“Yes. I caught him in there this morning. I swear if I catch him setting up a camera or something again, I’ll hit him next time, Dad. I swear I will.”
Brandon shoved back a wave of anger. “Wait, what? A camera? Again?”
“Yeah. He had an old cell phone in his hand when I went to eat breakfast this morning, and he didn’t have it in his hand when I caught him coming out of my room. I found it on my dresser behind some stuff, turned on and filming.”
“Did you tell your mom?”
“Yeah. She took Pat’s side, of course, and went easy on him. Said the kid was just kidding and didn’t understand. I told them he was going to need new front teeth if he did it again.”
“What happened to the phone?”
“I slammed it onto the tile floor in his bathroom before I flushed it down his bathroom toilet.” She smiled. “Backed up the toilet, too. Pat had to snake the thing. He was starting to yell at me when I stormed out to catch my ride to swim practice.”
He held out a fist to bump with her. “That’s my girl.”
He’d just pulled into the parking lot of their favorite sushi restaurant and found a spot when Emma spoke again.
“Can I come live with you, Dad? Please?”
He didn’t shut the engine off, so they could sit and talk with the AC running. “The last time you asked that, and I went to the attorney and started the paperwork, you changed your mind and backed out. It really made things bad for me with your mom for a while.”
Not just bad, but so bad he had to get his attorney involved again to drag his ex-wife into court to tell her to knock it off. Emma had also been thirteen at that time. Hence why he now also paid for Emma’s cell phone by himself, so Tracey couldn’t take it away from her.
If Tracey did, she’d be violating a court order and he could get her found in contempt of court.
Emma studied her hands. “I know. She guilt-tripped me and begged me not to, made me feel bad. Started crying.” She finally looked up at him. She had his blue eyes and brown hair, even though she favored her mother in the face. “Pat really worked on her to get her to keep me around.”
More alarms went off in his head. “Why?” Pat could barely stand Emma, from what he’d gathered and witnessed himself.
“I don’t know. Some weird deal with his parents. He’s trying to get them to give him his part of his inheritance now or something. I think he’s going to try to claim they need it to help pay for my swim expenses. Which is bullshi-crap.”
Brandon suspected it had more to do with the child support Brandon paid Tracey every month, since Tracey didn’t get alimony from him because he’d filed for divorce before they’d been married for ten years. If Emma lived with him full-time, according to the terms of their divorce decree, Tracey would have to start paying him child support.
“Has Pat ever tried anything…inappropriate with you?”
She snorted. “No. He’d be in jail if he did.” Her smile faded. “But I’m not sure the Goober isn’t on his way to a perp walk. He’s creepy. I hate him. And he’s around all the time now so I can’t even get away from him when I’m there.”
“I thought Corey lived with his mom?”
“Two weeks ago, she showed up one night with all his stuff and told Pat since he refused to work with her and pay to take him to counseling, he could deal with him. Then Mom ordered me to my room so I couldn’t hear what it was he did this time.”
This was news. “Why didn’t you tell me this when it happened?”
Pink flowed into her cheeks. “Mom asked me not to.”
He tipped his head back, taking deep breaths, struggling not to explode. He got it, Tracey wasn’t exactly happy with him when he’d come out to her and filed for divorce. He’d been the love of her life, and she’d been a really bad decision on his part to try to force himself to live for parental approval when he shouldn’t have.
He regretted hurting her, but they had a daughter together. And dammit, it’d been over seven years now, plus Tracey had remarried.
The least Tracey could do was pretend to adult for Emma’s sake.
“Is there anything else you mom has told you not to tell me that’s relevant to what we’re discussing now? And you know I don’t mean personal stuff between her and Pat, unless it specifically impacts you.”
“No, just that.”
Brandon had hated Tracey’s new husband, Pat, on first sight, but he’d kept his mouth shut because, hello, he didn’t have any room to talk. Not to mention he’d hoped Tracey getting remarried would calm her down and make her less prone to take her anger out on him because of her own insecurities.
Still, this was his daughter.
“Okay, so let’s do this—get through this weekend with your mom. If you still feel this way next week—”
“I will.”
“If,” he continued, “then you have to sit down with your mom and tell her yourself. And stand your ground with her if you really mean it. After a couple of weeks, if you still want to live with me full-time, then we’ll go see Ed and do the paperwork.”
“She’s going to fight me on it.”
“I know she will. But you’re older now. She can’t force you to live with her at this point. You’ll be sixteen in a couple of months. Plenty old enough for the judge to take your feelings into account. But those are my terms.”
“I can’t just move in?”
“Sweetheart, I love you. I will do anything for you. But you threw me under the bus last time, and I warned you then that there are repercussions. If you are serious about living with me, all you have to do is tough it out for a couple of weeks. I don’t think that’s too much to ask considering what happened last time. Trus
t has to flow both ways. If you feel you are physically in danger, from Corey or Pat or you mom, that’s different, and I’ll get Ed to file an emergency order.”
She sighed. “No. Corey’s a perv, but I could still pound him if I had to.”
“Then I don’t think my terms are unreasonable, under the circumstances.”
“Are you dating any guys?”
“Not right now, no. But that’s something else you need to remember. I’m hoping that, eventually, I’ll meet a guy and fall in love and get married.”
She grinned. “Pat’s parents will blow their tops.”
Somehow, he managed to hold back his anger. “I honestly don’t care what Pat’s parents think. They are not a part of my life. So, do we have a deal? You talk to your mom next week after the weekend trip?”
“Yeah.” She shoved her phone into her purse. “Sorry I was ignoring you, Dad.”
Emma had entered that age range his friends had warned him about, where he’d want to hug her one minute and strangle her the next.
At least she kept her grades up. And, as far as he knew, they didn’t have any issues with her about things like smoking, drinking, or drugs. She was too concerned about her swimming performance to allow those kinds of things in her life right now. She was hoping to earn college scholarships in both academics and swimming.
They finally walked inside and were shown to a booth. While they were perusing the menu list, Emma didn’t look up as she said, “So you’ll start dating?”
He laid his order sheet on the table. “I haven’t stopped dating. I just haven’t met a guy I feel like dating lately. If I meet an eligible guy I’m interested in, sure. Why?”
“Then I won’t be cramping your style?”
This wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have with her, yet he knew if he tried to shut it down, that would be the fastest way for her to keep pursuing it.