Suncoast Society
Roll With the Punches
Stuart has no regrets about his new life with Brandon and Jeff. For the first time, he feels he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be, with a family who loves him for who he is. Even despite the craziness with Brandon’s ex, it’s all worth it.
Jeff knows this is for life with the two men and has never felt happier. When a mission to help his sister’s friend leads to an unexpected health crisis with an uncertain outcome, he is forced to admit he’s also vulnerable in ways he never imagined, both physically and emotionally.
Brandon gets that his ex has issues, but he won’t let those stand in the way of him and his husbands parenting Emma, his teenaged daughter. Jeff and Stuart have proven they’re there for life.
Now their sanity is stretched to the max in ways they never imagined by a horrific truth—they’re raising a teenaged daughter who’s starting to date.
Genre: Alternative (M/M/M, Gay), BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 58,591 words
ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES
Suncoast Society
Tymber Dalton

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ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES
Copyright © 2017 by Tymber Dalton
ISBN: 978-1-64010-502-7
First Publication: July 2017
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DEDICATION
To Hubby and Sir. Always.
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
This is a direct sequel to Heartache Spoken Here (Suncoast Society 54) and picks up where that book leaves off.
While all 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
55. Roll With the Punches
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
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Landmarks
Cover
ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES
Suncoast Society
TYMBER DALTON
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
Brandon sat at the breakfast bar and nursed his mug of coffee early that Monday morning.
Two pairs of eyes, one hazel and one green, stared at him in response to what he’d just announced.
“What?” It wasn’t quite dawn yet. He was still trying to wake up enough to take a shower and leave for work. Emma had already departed for her early swim practice before her summer school session started.
Jeff finally spoke. “Can I ask a question, Sir?”
“Of course.”
“Not that I’m c
omplaining about our collaring being next weekend, but by next weekend do you mean this coming weekend, or the weekend after that? Because I thought Emma was home this weekend?”
“The weekend after. Sorry.” Brandon couldn’t hold back his yawn. “You two know I don’t morning well.”
Stuart smiled. “Sorry, Sir.”
“And yes, she is home this weekend. Next weekend she’s going to Grace’s. Her parents are taking them to a special presentation up at Mote on Saturday night.”
Emma was Brandon’s sixteen-year-old daughter, who primarily lived with them. When school started up again at the end of summer, she’d be a junior.
He couldn’t believe it, when it seemed like she’d only been born a few months ago. That’s what it felt like, anyway.
The three men had been living together for four months now, following three months of dating. The better part of a year spent together, and Brandon knew the men were who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Which was why he’d broken the news to them that morning, letting them know when their collaring would be. Up until now, he’d left the date flexible, both to keep the men on their toes and because he hadn’t been sure what Emma’s schedule was.
Brandon was still trying to help Emma repair her relationship with her mother, Tracey, his ex-wife. Tracey wasn’t making it easy, unfortunately. Due in no small part, Brandon suspected, to Tracey’s husband, Pat.
The collaring was something he’d actually wanted to do for weeks, but he hadn’t wanted to schedule a date for their ceremony only to have to change plans at the last minute because of something his ex-wife did to make Emma not want to go visit her.
But Emma never missed a scheduled event with her bestie, Grace. Ever. The girls were practically inseparable.
Brandon had already received the chainmaille necklaces he planned to give Jeff and Stuart to wear as their day collars. Something they could wear to work and around Emma without it raising any awkward questions.
Stuart hadn’t commented on his announcement. “Would you like to add something?” Brandon asked him.
Stuart smiled. “No, Sir. I’m happy we’re doing it.”
“Collaring will require a new level of behavior from you both, though. I’m working on a few rituals we can do, even when Emma’s around, that won’t ping her radar. Hopefully. I consider collaring the two of you to be every bit as serious as marriage.”
Both men’s smiles widened. “Yes, Sir.”
Brandon took another sip of his coffee, his cock trying to wake up. “I do like it when you talk in stereo.”
* * * *
Someone who didn’t know Brandon and Jeff might tell Stuart he was being an idiot. That the first relationship he’d been in with a guy—guys, plural—had resulted in him moving in with them, and now working toward making it a committed, permanent dynamic?
Crazy.
Except Stuart considered himself damned lucky. A series of events had culminated in him standing where he was right then, with these two men, and there was no other place he wanted to be.
Definitely not in Iowa, where he’d moved from, and where all his family still lived.
His oldest brother, Jake, had phoned him a few weeks ago, deriding him for coming out to their mother over the phone and calling him a number of different names before angrily hanging up on him.
Then again, his brother was a bully raising two bully sons, and Jake’s opinion no longer mattered to Stuart.
Especially not when Stuart lived over a thousand miles away from the guy, and the rest of his family.
He had a new family. He had Brandon, Jeff, Emma, and their growing band of friends from Venture and the Suncoast Society. A few times already they’d attended family-friendly Suncoast Society cookouts with Emma.
Being with this group of people felt more like a “family” than Stuart had ever felt growing up surrounded by people related through birth and blood.
Damn sure more pleasant to be around.
“You want breakfast, Sir?” Jeff asked.
“That’d be nice, thank you.”
Stuart set to helping him fix it when Brandon spoke again. “Another thing we need to handle is setting up a joint bank account for the three of us.”
That made both him and Jeff turn, stereo again.
“Sir?”
Brandon’s handsome, sleepy smile curved his lips. “You keep up the stereo act, I’m going to want to fuck you both this morning, and I don’t have time for that.” He took another sip of coffee “Bank account. Joint account. The three of us. I don’t understand what’s so complicated about that?”
“Um, why?” Stuart asked.
“For us to deposit our monthly share of expenses, and the grocery expenses. Instead of you both handing money to me. That just creates more work for me. We can each have an ATM card for it. I’ll set up our household bills to auto-pay from that account for simplicity. Which brings me to another point—I need to get both of you added to the utilities.”
Stuart didn’t understand why his pulse started racing. “Utilities?”
“Yeah. If something happens to me, you both need to be able to access all of that. I’m going to talk to Ed about what we need to set up in terms of a trust for all of us for powers of attorney, things along those lines. He’s an expert in all of that.”
Jeff patted Stuart on the back. “Why do you look terrified, buddy? This is a good thing.”
“I know. That’s why I’m terrified.” Stuart stared up into Jeff’s hazel eyes. Both men were taller than Stuart’s five nine. Jeff was six feet, and Brandon six two. “This is…real. This is happening. It’s the good kind of terror. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Brandon set his coffee mug on the counter, stood, and rounded the end of it to engulf both men in a hug. “It’s okay, buddy. We’re not going anywhere. We love you. I know Emma loves you guys. I’m kind of scared, too.”
“Me, too,” Jeff said.
“I don’t think we’d be human if we weren’t at least a little scared,” Brandon added. “This is a big step for all of us, but I feel it’s the right one. If you need us to slow down—”
Stuart vigorously shook his head. “No, Sir. I don’t want to slow down. I want to be with you both.”
“Okay, then.” He smiled. “Somebody better get breakfast started, before they earn a bad kind of spanking.”
Stuart grinned. “Yes, Sir!”
* * * *
Jeff understood. Stuart was younger than him and Brandon. He’d just turned twenty-six a couple of months earlier. This was a huge step for him. His family were assholes, and he hadn’t even come out to them before he’d left Iowa and moved to Florida.
Hell, the first time he’d truly lived on his “own” had been the short stint he’d spent in the extended-stay hotel after his arrival in Florida, before moving in as Jeff’s roommate.
It was his and Brandon’s good luck that all three of them met at the same time.
After breakfast and showers, they kissed good-bye and headed out to their respective jobs. Stuart was an electrician, working for a guy who, ironically, was the former father-in-law of one of their friends from the Suncoast Society group. Even more ironically, that wasn’t how Stuart ended up meeting Jeff and Brandon. The poor guy had been catfished by a woman, using a picture of Brandon they’d e-mailed Stuart.
A bad-luck incident that immediately turned into good luck for all three of them.
Jeff was halfway to work when his cell phone rang from where he’d left it on the passenger seat.
His sister’s custom ring tone.
Iris rarely called him, even though they texted nearly every day, usually several times during the day.
With his heart in his chest, he grabbed it and answered. “Hey. What’s up?”
“I’m sorry to call you so early, but I need help.”
“What’s wrong? Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Do you remember my friend Sylvie, the girl I r
oomed with in college?”
Okay, so this wasn’t about her or their parents. He tried to will his pulse into a slower, more normal rhythm. “Vaguely. Why?”
“She’s leaving her husband and asked if I can help her move. Calvin’s going, too, but we need help.”
He knew he’d have to run it past Brandon, but could tentatively offer assistance. “I might be able to help. When is she moving?”
“This weekend. He’s going to be at a business seminar out of town. She wants to get out while he’s gone. She doesn’t have anyone up there she can ask for help. He’s abusive. She’s afraid if she says anything to anyone up there that it’ll get back to him, and then she’s doubly fucked.”
“Up there, where?”
“New Hampshire.”
Oy. “New Hampshire?”
“Yeah. I’ll pay for your ticket to fly up with us on Thursday. I need to book them this morning. She’ll pick us up when we get there, we’ll pack the house, get the rental truck, load it, and be out of there no later than early Sunday morning, driving back here to Sarasota. Depending on when we leave up there, we’ll probably get back some time late Monday, and we’ll put nearly everything into a storage unit she’s already reserved. I know this is a lot to ask, but she’s really scared.”
His sister was one of the most stable people he knew. She had a great job with an engineering firm, had a long-term live-in boyfriend, but hadn’t married him or had kids yet. “And Calvin is definitely going with us?”
“Yes. Sylvie’s husband owns the house, but a lot of the furniture was stuff she had when they got married. She knows if she walks away from it she’ll never get any of it back. Most of it was stuff from her grandparents’ house, lots of sentimental value to her. Morse’ll burn it on the front lawn rather than give it to her.”