What it’s About:
Dr. Justin Rede has just graduated college…and just come out of the closet. During a trip to Florida to visit his sister, Rachel, and her fiancé, Andrew, they introduce Justin to their kinky friends in hopes they can help talk Justin into moving from South Dakota to sunny Sarasota.
Including hunky, older, experienced Doms Wade and Glen.
Wade and Glen are newly married since the marriage ban fell, but have been together for years. Sure they’ve played with thirds before, in the dungeon as well as in their bed. But their standing rule has always been it’s just for fun, not for love.
Until they meet Justin.
Now the two sadistic Doms realize something’s happened that they never expected—they’ve lost their hearts to Justin. But can they convince him they’ve changed their minds and want him for life before someone else comes in and scoops their perfect subby unicorn right out from under them?
Justin was still trying to work through the relationship dynamics Glen had just explained to him about Keith and Scott and their absent third, Scott’s wife, Noel. Scott and Noel had been married before Scott met Keith—who was gay—and now both Scott and Noel were Keith’s slaves and poly with him as sexual partners.
“It is that confusing,” Glen assured him. “But what’s good is, Scott and Noel didn’t have to get divorced, they all get what they need, and they’re happy. That’s the important thing.”
Keith took off his shirt while Scott stripped completely naked. Justin felt his cock throb when he saw Scott’s nipples were pierced, as was the end of his cock.
That was something—the nipple piercings, not the PA piercing—he’d thought about getting more than a few times.
Not something he’d dare to do in South Dakota, though. Small towns and a lot of talk. The last thing he’d needed was word getting back to one of his cousins and then catching flack for it.
Then again, maybe it would be for the best, considering what he’d overheard a couple of weekends earlier.
With Glen narrating the action and Wade apparently content to sit back and observe, Justin watched the two men begin to scene. Keith tightly bound the man to the bench with rope before he started in with a bare-handed spanking and pummeling along the man’s ass and thighs.
Had Justin been witnessing this alone, without an experienced guide to narrate and explain, watching the scene would have scared and sickened him despite the porn he’d viewed. Seeing it in real-life was a totally different matter.
Glen, however, took care to point things out to him that he wouldn’t have noticed on his own.
“Notice how Keith keeps checking his hands and feet? That’s to make sure his circulation’s okay. And when he’s leaning in like that, he’s checking in to make sure Scott’s okay.”
Wade nudged his arm and pointed across the room to where a man had a naked woman cuffed to a wooden X-frame. He was using what looked like a fur flogger on her.
Glen let out a laugh. “It’s all relative. People can scene on the light end of the scale, like those two, or they can play hard and rough, like Keith and Scott. What’s hard and rough to one person might be fluffy-bunny to someone else. Scott likes it rough because he’s a masochist. Keith is a heavy sadist. So it works. Trust me, nothing happens that hadn’t been negotiated ahead of time, no matter what it might look like. Scott has a very high-stress job, with lives literally on the line and depending on him. He uses this to help him unplug and recharge.”
Keith’s scene with Scott was sensual and raw and hard and brutally beautiful all at the same time. The Dom used the music as a tool, sometimes picking up the beat, sometimes deliberately not, to throw Scott off and keep him guessing when a hit was coming. Keith either ignored the noises coming from other players sharing the space with them, or he’d totally tuned them out, immersed in a world of his own with Scott.
Other than briefly glancing at the other scene, Justin couldn’t pull his eyes from Keith and Scott. When Keith finally ended the scene almost forty-five minutes later, Scott’s ass and thighs were heavily striped with purple welts from a couple of different kinds of canes, in addition to all the other marks on his body from the impact play and various implements.
As a doctor, even though not a physician, Justin tried to stay objective. He noticed how, after Glen pointed it out, that Keith didn’t hit Scott over his kidneys, avoided his spine and other bony points with most implements, and frequently checked the man’s hands and feet to make sure he was okay.
But only a blind idiot would miss the sizable bulge the Dom now sported in his black jeans, and how he frequently had to adjust that bulge while they played.
After untying Scott, Keith wrapped him in a blanket and led him over to another empty couch. Then he packed up their stuff and wiped down the bench before joining Scott.
“Aftercare,” Glen explained. “Everyone’s different. Some people need a lot, some don’t want any.”
Keith hadn’t put his shirt back on yet, and as Justin watched, the man who’d just brutalized his slave moments earlier now tenderly cuddled him, leaned in to softly talk to him, held his hand.
Kissed his forehead.
Justin swallowed hard, his cock throbbing.
At that moment, he wished he was the one in Keith’s lap, being cuddled by the handsome Dom with the leanly muscled torso.
Loved by him, as he obviously loved his slave.
Wade touched his shoulder. “Well?”
The man smiled and nodded.
“Common reaction,” Glen said.
Glen and Wade led him back to the social area. Rachel smiled up at him. “You look like you just got an education.”
Wade hooked a thumb over his shoulder, at the doorway. “Keith and…Scott.” Justin thought he detected a slight hesitation in the man’s voice. He’d noticed it a couple of other times.
Andrew leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Just threw him into the deep end of the pool, huh? Might as well have had him watch Landry topping Cris.”
“Well, better he sees the heavier end of it now so he doesn’t freak out later.” Glen took a seat across the table from Andrew and Rachel, as did Wade, and Justin sat between them. “But in all seriousness, a lot of people don’t play a fraction as hard as Keith and Scott do. I don’t recommend a newbie jump into a scene like that their first time out. Definitely a great way to get scared away for life.”
“How do you guys play?” Justin asked Glen.
“Lalalalala,” Rachel said, quickly rising. “I think I’ll see who’s out in the office.” She threw her brother a smile. “I’ll be back in a while.” She headed for the door.
Andrew laughed. “Don’t worry. Doesn’t bother me to talk about it. Although I think I have to agree with her that I wouldn’t be comfortable with you actually watching us play, or watching you play, only because you’re her brother. But I’ll be happy to answer questions.”
As most of you know, I’m not a huge fan of M/M fiction. I won’t usually actively seek it out unless there is an F in the MM somewhere, like MFM or MMF, but there are circumstances I will read it. This is one of them. I just happen to prefer stories that I can personally identify with. This all being said, Tymber is one of about 5 authors I’ll head this route for.
I’m glad I did. As always, the Suncoast family failed to disappoint. It was like coming home again to see the family, because being on book 38, they all definitely feel like family. The characters are so well developed that they could be your neighbor, friend, brother, sister ect. I’m sure I’ve said before, it’s like looking at a slice of life.
Usually, the older man/men, younger man scenario is creepy. Tymber does this just right, Justin isn’t a very young kid, and the guys, Glen and Wade are in their mid-forties. (that’s NOT old!) It’s fun to watch them meet, go through that early phase and show Justin around Venture, then work up to the first time they get really hot and heavy together in the pool.
There’s also lot’s and lot’s of sex. Be warned. It was though, a great book for me otherwise, as are all of the other Suncoast books.
This gets 5 big, elephant plug Orgasms
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