Suncoast Society
Friends in Common
Playing a friendly game of “Who’s on Top” is just another day in Max, Sean, and Cali’s life. And when it comes to their friends, the triad are usually the first ones there, pitching in and stepping up to help.
Unfortunately, there are some things they can’t fix for their friends. The trick is to recognize that boundary while not forgetting how to have fun or neglecting their own happiness.
But sometimes, Cali can make even a T-Rex look tame.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary
Length: 20,721 words
FRIENDS IN COMMON
Suncoast Society
Tymber Dalton

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A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
FRIENDS IN COMMON
Copyright © 2018 by Tymber Dalton
ISBN: 978-1-64010-856-1
First Publication: January 2018
Cover design by Harris Channing
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DEDICATION
For Hubby, because he takes care of me. For Sir—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
Some books are shorter…interludes. Little snippets of information the characters salt in my brain that really don’t have any other place.
This is one such interlude.
Cali, Max, and Sean have been featured in Crafty Bastards, Kinko de Mayo, Happy Spank Patrick’s Day, This Moody Bastard, and Happy Spanksgiving. They’ve also appeared in other stories as secondary characters.
Yes, Rusty and Eliza’s story is coming next, in Almost Gothic.
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
64. Friends in Common
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
Landmarks
Cover
FRIENDS IN COMMON
Suncoast Society
TYMBER DALTON
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
“Rawr!”
Cali was working on her monthly reports and sales tax filings that Saturday morning, and found herself being disturbed.
“Rawr!”
Of course, the definition of “disturbed” in their house was up for debate and constantly in flux.
“Ahem. Rawr!”
Cali didn’t look up from her computer. “Still not fucking you in that thing, Sean.�
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“Aww.” She finally glanced over to where he stood in the office doorway, wearing an inflatable T-Rex costume. His stubby arms hung in limp disappointment.
“Where’s Max? I bet he’ll fuck you in it.”
“He’s busy in the workshop. He’s working on a new paddle design and wants to focus. He kicked me out of the garage.” The T-Rex head also drooped.
He looked fricking pitiful.
“How’d you find a strap-on harness big enough to go around that damn thing, anyway?”
He shook his hips, making the bright pink dildo attached to the harness wiggle back and forth. “I bought nylon webbing and the hardware for straps. What do you think?”
She sighed. “I think that you have too much free time on your stubby little hands.”
“Aw.”
* * * *
“But isn’t T-Rex porn a thing on Amazon?”
Sean wasn’t giving up.
“I think technically it’s called ‘T-Rex erotica’ when it’s writing.” Cali closed the fridge and looked at him, where he’d been standing behind the door. “And we aren’t getting into writing T-Rex erotica, or filming T-Rex porn. We sell implements, Sean. That’s what we do.”
Two Crafty Bastards Toys paid her a salary, but it was Max and Sean’s day jobs that kept them afloat personally. The website-based business paid its own way, and was turning a small profit, but it wasn’t like they could live off it if something happened to Max and Sean’s jobs.
They were both engineers and worked for Sarton, a local builder. Max was their cost estimator, and Sean was their head engineer. They’d worked there for years. Cali also worked part-time doing outside web development, including for her former employer, the local animal shelter. Her combined income, however, was peanuts compared to what the two men made.
She carried her sandwich fixings over to the counter to make herself lunch.
“We could diversify.”
“You and Max have good day jobs. Leave the website stuff to me, okay?”
He scuffed one foot along the floor. “You never let me have any fun.”
“Sean, you are standing in our kitchen, dressed as a T-Rex, and wearing a neon pink strap-on. What is your definition of ‘fun’?”
He walked over behind her, managed to grab her by the hips, and started humping against her ass. “Max hasn’t let me come in four days. Please?”
She turned to stare at him. “I thought you guys fooled around this morning while I was out grocery shopping?”
“No. He dropped me into subspace, fucked my mouth, and then told me I could wait until later.”
“Then go jerk off, honey. I’m on my period and, frankly, you’d have better luck getting some pussy out of Baxter than out of me for the next couple of days.”
Sad T-Rex. “He said I can’t jerk off.”
“Why not?”
He waved his arms. “Well, for starters, T-Rex outfit. He said he’ll let me come if I can talk you into fucking me in the T-Rex cos—”
“Goddammit, Max!” She stormed out to the garage, throwing open the door and startling him. He looked up, eyes wide behind his safety glasses.
“What?”
“What the hell? I’m trying to work, and you sic Sean on me? Do you not remember we’re supposed to be at the club early today because of the critter group? I don’t have the day off like you guys do. I need to have this stuff done, today, so I can mail the sales tax check Monday. I damn sure won’t feel like doing it tomorrow after not getting to sleep until nearly four a.m. tonight.”
Max took off his safety glasses. “Why the hell did you tell her, Sean?”
Cali wagged a finger at him. “No, no no no. Don’t blame this on Stumpy, here. Why are you torturing him?”
“Um…because I’m a sadist? Aaaand it’s kinda what I dooo?”
She planted her hands on her hips. “Did you not notice the box of tampons on the counter from when I got back from the store? And the chocolate? And the fucking Motrin? You helped me unpack the grocery bags.”
Max winced. “Oooh, sorry, babe.”
“No, don’t you sorry me.” She pointed at Sean, who stood in the doorway, but the costume was really too big to make it into the garage without him either puncturing it on something, or knocking shit over with it. “Take care of him, or you can wear a goddamned chastity cage for the next two fucking weeks. Pick. Or I’ll show you what a goddamned T-Rex can fucking do, and I won’t need a fricking costume to do it.”
Max set the safety glasses down and carefully slid past her, pausing to kiss her. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of him.” He grabbed Sean by the hand. “Come on, Stumpy.”
“Thank you.” She followed, closing the garage door behind her, watching as the two men headed down the hall to their bedroom.
Yeah, under other circumstances, she’d love to join them and help out, but she was in that first day of her period, hadn’t really started yet, crampy and bloated as hell mode.
And if either of them tried to touch her, she was liable to rip their arm off and beat them over their damn head with it.
* * * *
“Why the hell did you tell her I sent you to do that?” Max helped Sean out of the T-Rex outfit. “Now she’s pissed off at me. And you could have taken care of yourself. You know that.”
“Because I’m a sadist, too, dumbass. Hey, it’s your fault for getting toppy on me and leaving me horny this morning. And I know I could have whacked off, but I was trying to be a good sport.”
Sean stepped out of the outfit, turned, and grabbed a fistful of Max’s hair. Sean yanked Max’s head back, his crisp blue eyes narrowing. “Think it’s time for me to turn a little toppy.”
Max struggled against the fall into subspace and knew it was hopeless. It wasn’t like he had to be working out in the garage right now.
And it had been several weeks, at least, since he’d let Sean flip him into bottom mode. Their default mode, which kept them from killing each other, was usually Max as Top, Sean as bottom, and Cali in whichever role she felt like for any particular day or situation.
Sean reached down and unfastened Max’s shorts, reaching inside them and cupping his hand around his cock and balls. Said cock which hardened under the warmth of his lover’s palm.
Max’s eyes dropped closed as he rocked his hips against Sean’s hand.
“Yeah, buddy,” Sean murmured. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Max knew Sean would make him pay for making him wait for release.
At this point, he didn’t care. Sean’s fingers cupped his balls, sliding lower, over his taint.
Sean pulled him in close so he could whisper in Max’s ear.
“Gonna fuck you good, buddy. You made the mistake of winding me up. Now you have to pay up.” The hand holding Max’s balls squeezed, not too hard, but with just enough threat of pain to make Max’s heart race and his cock twitch.
“Bring it,” Max said, wanting to egg him on. If he was going to ride this ride, he wanted every hole in his ticket punched, and hard.
Sean was just the man to do it, too.
Even better, after all their years together, they knew each other’s bodies and knew exactly what to do and how to do it. It didn’t take Sean long to strip Max and put leather wrist cuffs on him, clipping his hands behind his back. And he buckled a ball gag around Max’s head.
That meant the ride would get rocky.
Good.
Frankly, he could use a beating. He hadn’t had one in a while. Sean would also make sure Max came, because he always felt guilty if he came and left Max hanging.
Didn’t mean Sean wouldn’t do it on occasion, but those occasions were rare.
Then Sean bent Max over the side of the bed and slapped his ass. “Stay right there.”
Max looked to see Sean stripping. Then he retrieved some implements from the stash they kept in the bedroom closet, as well as a towel and lube from the bathroom. Sean dropped everything onto the bed, where he co
uld reach them, then slid his hands over Max’s back from shoulders to ass.
Cupping Max’s ass, he dug his fingers in, squeezing and finally drawing a groan from him.
“Yeah, buddy,” Sean said, his voice husky, needy. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Max’s cock throbbed as it rubbed against the bed. Sean was also hard, his cock brushing against Max’s ass.
Max thrust his ass out in invitation—spanking or fucking, he wasn’t choosy at this point.
“Oooh, someone’s horny.” Sean started bare-handed spanking him, which he knew would only fire Max’s need without providing him any relief or the hard crash into deep subspace that a good, thorough beating would.
Max rested his head against the bed, eyes closed as he enjoyed and processed the feel of Sean’s hands on his flesh. Hot, strong, knowing exactly how and where to spank him.
He never would have imagined his friend and roommate would become the love of his life, but for that one thing he absolutely would give Lydia all due credit. Her reasons for forcing the men into being together might have been totally evil and selfish on her part, but the result was one Max loved.
Sean was his and Cali’s, just like he was theirs, and what they had together was perfection.
Never could have happened without Lydia’s fuckery.
Sean grabbed one of the paddles he’d pulled out and started going to town with it, up and down the backs of Max’s legs and ass, along the sides of his thighs, not holding back.
Now the whirlpool of endorphins and dopamine sucked him deep into subspace, into that sweet, blissful pool where everything felt better and his conscious mind could shut down for a little while and relish the feel of not having to be in charge in any way.
It was Sean’s show, and he was a man who knew what he wanted.
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