Suncoast Society
Never Too Late for Love
Bob never dreamed he’d have a chance with Tilly once Landry entered her life. Now, he’s faced with the chance of forever with not only Tilly, but Cris and Landry, too. He’s never wanted anything more, and will do anything to convince them he means it.
Cris always knew Landry was sneaky, but this takes the cake. He enjoys watching the metaphorical chess game between Landry and Tilly. Meanwhile, he’s determined to forge his own bonds with Bob.
Tilly knows Landry is an ethical sadist, but still isn’t sure why he’s so okay with adding Bob to their family. She can play the game as well as the sneaky sadist can. As Landry works to convince her this new world order won’t destroy their carefully balanced dynamic, she knows they have to get things right or risk not only their hearts being broken, but their daughter’s, too. Is this really perfection? Or is heartache hiding just out of sight?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 23,508 words
NEVER TOO LATE FOR LOVE
Suncoast Society
Tymber Dalton

Siren Publishing, Inc.
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A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
NEVER TOO LATE FOR LOVE
Copyright © 2017 by Tymber Dalton
ISBN: 978-1-64010-655-0
First Publication: October 2017
Cover design by Harris Channing
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DEDICATION
For Hubby, for all he does. And for Sir, always, because He knows why.
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
To get most of Tilly, Landry, Cris, and Bob’s backstory, you should at the very least read Cardinal’s Rule, Click, Impact, Happy Valenkink’s Day, and Borderline.
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. Domme by Default
3. Cardinal’s Rule
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
56. See You Sometime
57. Borderline
58. A Case of You
59. Reconsider Me
60. Never Too Late for Love
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
Landmarks
Cover
NEVER TOO LATE FOR
LOVE
Suncoast Society
TYMBER DALTON
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
The first of two e-mails sent out by Tony Daniels to exclusively selected members of the Suncoast Society group:
Special Note: Those of you with children who are in need of babysitting services for this party, Leigh is holding a kids party at their house, which is, literally, only two minutes from where the party is being held. She welcomes anyone who wants to avail themselves of free babysitting to please read the details in the second e-mail I’m sending out with this one.
 
; And since Aunt Tilly won’t be at the kids party this time, Leigh promises there’s a good chance they won’t be converted into super-villains. At least, not this night…
—Tony
June 1…
Dear Friends,
Independence Day is approaching. (The pun just writes itself, sorry.)
Landry, Tilly, Cris, and Bob would like to invite you and your significant and non-significant others to their home for a kinky 4th of July party. (I know saying it’s kinky is obvious, but I wanted to be sure you understand it’s not a family event.)
IMPORTANT NOTE: Due to the privacy requirements of our hosts and other attendees, invitees are forbidden to mention this party, or any details about it or its attendees, to ANYONE without clearing it with Tony or Cris first. Failure to adhere to this requirement will get you banned from ALL future private parties. Also, there will be a “no cellphones out” policy at this private party. (Stop bitching, most of you go to Venture, that’s the rule there anyway.) Tony, Cris, Ross, and Cali are the designated photographers. If you have something you want a picture of, you must get one of them and hand them your phone/camera to take the picture for you. Otherwise, leave your cell phones in your bags/pockets, and do NOT take them out, even to check the time.
If you need your phone monitored, we will have a person designated to monitor it and get you if it rings or you get a text. They will also field any calls from Leigh for parents of children she’s watching. Sorry for the super-secrecy precautions, but if you’re on this list, you should already know why. Consider yourselves part of the “circle of trust.”
Now…for the deets!
Dress up (or undress) for an evening starting with a cookout and followed by whatever the hell you want to do as long as it’s consensual.
No rigging contest, but we’ll have a suspension frame available for those who wish to avail themselves of it.
The event takes place Sunday, July 3rd. (Note: that’s a SUNDAY, since Monday is the holiday.)
RSVP to Tony BEFORE Monday, June 27th. Directions and gate access code will be sent to those who RSVP on Tuesday, June 28th.
PARENTS: If you want to avail yourselves of Leigh’s babysitting, please note the different deadlines and information in the other e-mail.
Arrive after 4:00 p.m.
Dinner will be at 5:00 p.m.
Stay and play until???
There is a heated pool and a hot tub. If you’d like to use them, bring a towel and a bathing suit. The towel is mandatory, but the suit is optional.
Please bring a side dish to share, and beverages of your choice. There will be a main barbecue dish provided (beef and chicken).
HOUSE RULES:
1) Please arrive in non-fetish attire. The neighbors are very vanilla and we do not want to upset their peaceful world.
2) Dress for a sexy Independence Day barbecue. If you want to change (or strip) after dark for sexy play, that’s okay, too.
3) Do NOT talk to anyone about this party without previous permission. Do NOT bring uninvited guests, or guests who were not pre-approved. They, and you, will be refused admission. Sorry to be a hard-ass about this, but again, you’ll understand why.
4) NO drugs. No smoking inside (outside on lanai ONLY in designated area). Vapers can vape inside IF no one complains about the smell. If they do, be considerate and stop or move.
5) Alcohol is allowed, but you must bring your own and play responsibly.
6) Please leave the parking area near the house free for people bringing play furniture. If you wish to bring play furniture, please coordinate with Cris, Max, or Tony.
7) The house is on a septic system, so no…
Chapter Two
Bob sat on the large porch swing on the lanai and stared at the e-mail on his phone. He couldn’t help but smile as he read and reread the invite Tony had sent out only an hour earlier.
The beginning portion of it was what held his interest and made his heart swell with love and pride.
Landry, Tilly, Cris, and Bob would like to invite you and your significant and non-significant others to their home…
His own mental emphasis on that word.
Their.
Sometimes, Bob still had difficulty believing he wasn’t stuck in a dream, until one of the others walked through a room and he realized no, this was his life.
What a damned good one it was, too.
He was currently watching Cris and KC playing in the pool. Bob, Tilly, and KC had returned from his first trip to London yesterday.
Landry currently had Tilly…distracted in the bedroom.
Bob reached up and rubbed the top of his shoulder, where Cris had bit him that morning before allowing him out of bed.
Even in this way the three were different, in how they’d marked their ownership of him. Cris found ways small and quiet, and yet loud and clear in their meaning. Usually by picking a spot Cris had discovered made Bob react by shivering in good ways and simultaneously hardening his cock—when it wasn’t already exhausted—to bite and suck. The tops of his shoulders, the back of his neck.
Along his inner thighs.
Usually somewhere shorts or a shirt could easily hide the mark, because Cris liked to leave ones that would last for days and they didn’t want to have to explain them to KC if she saw them. Sometimes, that meant Bob wore a swim shirt when he went in the pool.
If Bob was home, Cris was…bitey.
Landry was bitey, too, but not in the same way. He didn’t bite to mark as strongly as Cris did, normally. Landry’s true ownership marks were the collars Bob willingly wore. Which one depended on the circumstances. Not only the collars, but also the marks Landry’s implements left on his ass or other body parts.
Tilly left her marks where no one could see them, on his heart and soul, and were far more permanent. All she had to do was look at him with her hazel eyes, or call him sweetie, and he was hers.
Always and forever.
Today, Bob would be in the pool with Cris and KC, except the sadist had no sooner closed the bedroom door last night when he’d pinned Bob down on the bed and locked his cock and balls in a chastity cage. No way even his baggy swimsuit would hide that.
Then Landry and Cris had taken turns fucking his mouth as a welcome home celebration, and Landry had made him sleep with a large butt plug in place while the sadist spooned around him.
Bob loved it.
He knew once the sadist deigned to give him relief, likely that evening, it would be well worth the wait and the discomfort he endured to receive it.
That, and Tilly had made him come three times in the twenty-four hours before they’d left London, knowing damn well the sadist would deny and torment him upon their return.
Bob knew part of Landry’s “funishment” for him was because Bob hadn’t yet coaxed Tilly into dropping her final restriction on no sexual intercourse between them and Bob until their year anniversary of the latest form of their dynamic.
That was a private aside the sadist had revealed to Bob the night before Bob had left with Tilly and KC for their trip to London, his first to the city.
Bob now found himself delightfully caught between Tilly’s rock-solidish rule, and a very hard sadist.
The -ish coming from seeing firsthand how the sadist had already skillfully steered Tilly toward the outcome he wanted.
As Tilly herself had stated many times, the sadist was an evil, sneaky, tricky damn fuck.
But the three of them loved him in spite of that.
Or was it because of it?
Damn, it’s good to be home.
He’d loved the UK, but it’d been an intense, crazy trip, trying to simultaneously learn his way around the studio, the city, do his job, take care of KC and Tilly, and working in a quick sightseeing trip to Cardiff, thanks to Lucas making a couple of phone calls, so KC could get a private, behind-the-scenes tour of the BBC studios.
All because the sadist had promised their little princess that Père would take her to Cardiff.
r /> Her voice from the pool drew his attention.
“Père, aren’t you going to come swimming with us?”
Cris, standing close behind her so he could grab her if she had problems, smirked at him. “Yeah, Père, don’t you want to come swimming?”
Cris winked at Bob.
Cris knew damn well why Bob couldn’t come swimming. He’d helped Landry lock the cage on Bob last night.
“No, I need to get lunch started in a little while.”
He heard the sliders from the kitchen open behind him and glanced back to see a very tired-looking Tilly emerge from the house with an unmistakable smile on her face. She sat on the swing next to Bob.
The men had warned Bob that she didn’t handle drastic time changes very well the first day, and it was best to keep her in bed, sleeping or well-orgasmed, or both.
Everyone was happier as a result.
They’d had to hit the ground running in London, but their first night there, once KC was asleep, he’d pinned Tilly down in bed and used his tongue on her to give her several good, hard orgasms, before she’d ordered him to turn around for a sixty-nine for the last one so she could give him some relief, too.
“Hey,” she said.
He draped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Hey. Feeling better?” He suspected Landry had fucked her into a blissful state. Earlier, Cris had whispered to Bob that was Landry’s plan.
“Mmm-hmm. It’s good to be home.” She tipped her head onto his shoulder.
“Until next week.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m sick of LA.” Bob hadn’t been out there yet. Well, he had been to the city before, but not with Tilly, and not as her work and life partner, either.