Suncoast Society
Our Gravity
At thirty-one, Bryce is a damned good attorney, but it feels like that’s all he’s got going for him right now. He’s just about given up on finding a boyfriend, much less a submissive, and his dreams of being a father look increasingly slim. Then mutual friends in the Suncoast Society take over.
Dustin is relatively new to the area. The realtor thinks his friends are wasting their time fixing him up, especially since Bryce is fifteen years younger than him. No younger guy has ever wanted him before. Except this feels like forever in a scary-fast way. Bryce is not only okay with Dustin not wanting kids, he’s also the Dom of Dustin’s dreams.
Enter Kira, Bryce’s lifelong best friend. She’s about to make Bryce’s dreams come true with a devastating price. Dustin knows he owns Bryce’s heart, but can he accept the guy he loves marrying a woman whose last wish is that Bryce be by her side?
Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), BDSM, Contemporary
Length: 86,671 words
OUR GRAVITY
Suncoast Society
Tymber Dalton

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A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
OUR GRAVITY
Copyright © 2017 by Tymber Dalton
ISBN: 978-1-64010-845-5
First Publication: December 2017
Cover design by Harris Channing
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DEDICATION
For the spirit of Annie.
And for Hubby, for his love and support.
And for Sir, always. 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 twenty-five 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
Because I’m sure someone will ask, her name’s pronounced “Keer-ah,” not “Ky-ra.” :)
Seth is first featured in The Reluctant Dom, and the events he discusses with Dustin take place in that book. Kimbra, Walt, and Holly were first featured in Two Against Nature. Wylie and Everett are featured in Splendid Isolation, which also introduces Lara and Brad from Fire in the Hole.
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
61. Blues Beach
62. Happy Spanksgiving
63. Our Gravity
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.
MUSIC PLAYLIST
Every book I write has a “soundtrack” of music that I listened to while I wrote it. This book was almost exclusively written to a repeat loop of several of Jack Johnson’s albums. A few songs in particular stand out.
Banana Pancakes
Better Together
Never Know
Good People
Inaudible Melodies
If I Could
Do You Remember
Home
I Got You
Posters
Bubbles Toes
Constellations
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Ones and Zeros
Cocoon
Times Like These
F-Stop Blues
Dreams Be Dreams
You Remind Me of You
No Other Way
The
News
Crying Shame
Subplots
Adrift
My Little Girl
Anything But the Truth
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
About the Author
Author's Note
Music Playlist
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
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Landmarks
Cover
OUR GRAVITY
Suncoast Society
TYMBER DALTON
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
Fuck.
My.
Life.
Bryce Butler removed his glasses and laid them on his desk. Sitting back, he rubbed his eyes, keeping them closed for a moment in hopes it’d help both how dry and gritty they felt, as well as stave off the tension headache attempting to coalesce at the base of his skull.
I need new glasses.
He’d been putting it off because, lately, he barely had two seconds to take a shit in peace, much less find a couple of hours to get to the optometrist and have his eyes examined.
Maybe it’s my head I need examined.
Because if he was honest, he was keeping himself busy and refusing to take time off.
It was easier to focus on work and not the gaping maw of emptiness that made up the sum of his personal life.
In front of him, his computer monitor displayed a PDF of the Florida Supreme Court ruling he needed to dissect and quote to help his client receive a hearing about new evidence discovered regarding his case, thanks to the frequently sketchy and mostly illegal bullshit one Sarasota county prosecutor had engaged in for years.
Kimbra’s hard work on the Louis Olson case had finally blown open and exposed the malfeasance committed by the prosecutor and his office over the years.
Now the real backbreaking work had started—processing a massive backlog of cases the guy’s office had prosecuted, where the defendants insisted they were innocent, and there had been enough reasonable doubt that maybe they weren’t lying. Especially cases where DNA evidence sat, frequently untested, in state labs or evidence lockers.
Sorting the legitimately wronged defendants from the ones lying and trying to take advantage of a bad situation was something else, however.
He’d drawn this case, along with four others, when Kimbra handed out the first round to everyone in the office willing to work on them.
That was in addition to his usual caseload.
Why’d I become a lawyer again?
Oh, yeah. To do good and make a living for myself.
Except…lately, it didn’t feel like he was living. At all. Much less doing good.
He opened his eyes and squinted at the large monitor docked to his laptop. Without his glasses, he could barely make out the words despite the high zoom magnification.
Yeah, I need new glasses.
The sound of a knock made him turn. Kimbra Luzon leaned against the doorframe, and he thought it was a smile on her face, but at that distance, and without his glasses, he couldn’t tell.
“You sleepin’ here tonight, or what?” she teased.
“Maybe. Not like I have anyone to go home to except Archer.”
She walked in, her long dark curls bobbing and the smile on her face coming into slightly clearer focus with every step. “How’s that cantankerous pussy doing, anyway?”
“He chewed through my cell charger cable last night. I had to stop and buy a new one on my way here this morning.”
“That makes, what, eight in the past month?”
“Nine. I should buy them in bulk.”
“You’d think Archer’s owner would learn not to leave charger cords where that cat can get to them.”
“You’re doing that arched eyebrow thing at me, aren’t you? I can’t tell for sure without my glasses, but that sounded snarky.”
She stopped by his desk and signed something at him.
“Okay, I know that was snarky. I think.”
“When’s your next ASL class?”
“Tomorrow night.” He’d decided to try to learn it since, being on the public defender rotation list, they frequently dealt with clients who were deaf or hard of hearing. He already knew bare-bones Spanish, enough to stumble his way through a client meeting without—usually—needing an interpreter or Kimbra, who grew up speaking it fluently, thanks to her Cuban father.
Six classes in and he already felt lost, although the instructor had assured him that was normal and that his skills would improve with time and practice. Everyone else in the Friday night classes seemed so much more fluent than him already, though.
“How’s your classes coming?”
He held out his right hand and waggled it back and forth.
So-so.
She laughed. “Smartass.”
“Yeah, well, better a smartass than a dumbass.”
She tipped her head toward his monitor. “How’s the Bradley case coming?”
He made the sign for so-so again.
She tapped the watch strapped to her right wrist, the gold band light against her dark golden brown skin. “You realize it’s after eight, right? That as soon as my ass is out the door, you’re going to be the last one here?”
“Yeah, well, not like Archer will give a shit.” He reached for his glasses and settled them on his face. Kimbra’s concern came into clear focus, as did her stunning blue eyes.
“I’m worried about you burning yourself out.”
“Why?”
“When’s the last time you went on a date? Or went out? Or did anything but come to work, go to court, or go to the jail to talk to clients?”
“I’m taking an ASL class every Friday. That’s out. It’s on a date. Doesn’t that count?”
“I’m counting that as work. Come to the Suncoast Society munch Sunday night. How long’s it been since you’ve gone to one? You don’t even make the coffeetimes anymore.”
“I thought you were only in the lifestyle because of Walt? Since when did you get kinky again?” Alone in the office, they could talk about this topic without fear of others overhearing.
“No, I’m not, not really. I’m vanilla with sprinkles, but I have a lot of friends in the lifestyle. I’m not nearly as kinky as Walt, and definitely wasn’t his submissive, but I do like to hang with my friends.”
“Are you making that an order as my boss?”
She planted her hands on her hips and arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him. “If I have to.” She delivered it with more than a little snappy head shake, which made her dark curls bob.
He dropped the playful act. “What good is it going to do? There’s rarely any single gay guys there. None that flip my switch, anyway.”
“Then let’s hit the Toucan next weekend. I’ll be your fruit fly, baby.” She grinned. “Might find me some sugar while I’m there, too.”
“I think that would get you in trouble, would it not?”
She shrugged. “We’re still not quite exclusive
yet. She hasn’t even come out to her family.”
“But you said her brother—”
She waved his comments down. “Trust me, even she admits she’s being silly, but I’m not gonna rush her. Things are fine the way they are. So…you, me, and the Toucan?”
He snorted. “Even less guys my type than at the munches. At least the times I’ve been there. Sure, it’d be fun to go if I already had a partner, but not my scene for hookups. You think I’m walking around topless in a chest harness and strutting around in a pair of assless chaps, think again.”
“I think technically all chaps are assless, but no, didn’t mean that.” She sank into the chair next to his desk.
Her tone turned concerned. “Honey, you’re gonna burn out at this rate, then we’re going to lose one of the best attorneys we got. I can’t afford that. You need time to relax. You can’t fill someone else’s cup if your well is dry.”
His face burned as he tried to ignore the truth in her words. “Yeah, well, all I seem to attract are twinks who are more interested in partying than working on a long-term relationship. They make me fucking feel old, and I’m only thirty.”
“You’re an old soul, is what you are. What about FetLife?”
He snorted. “Apparently there are plenty of guys there who can’t read a profile. Last time I tried seriously looking on there, I had Doms falling out of my ass wanting a crack at my crack. Not a damn one of them had bothered to read that I am a Dom and I’m not the slightest bit switchy. Or I get hit on by women who miss the fact that, helllooo, gay.”