Simple Man, Simple Dream

  

  Suncoast Society

  Simple Man, Simple Dream

  Deacon spent his life as a single dad raising his daughter, Delaney. Now he’s retired, and his only job is taking care of his toddler granddaughter, Winter. But he’s also lonely and needs more out of life than that. Enter hot, hunky—and much younger—Ryland.

  Deacon is the Daddy Dom of Ryland’s dreams, and the answer to his prayers. He honestly doesn’t care about their age difference because everything else between them is too perfect to pass up. Just one problem—Delaney isn’t happy about their age difference, and she’s bound and determined to break them up.

  But when an emergency hits, risking not only Deacon’s life, but Winter’s, will Ryland step up, step in, and finally show Delaney once and for all why he deserves to be in their lives? Or will Ryland’s first real shot at true happiness be cruelly ripped from his hands before he even has a chance to enjoy it?

  Genres: Alternative (M/M, Gay), BDSM, Contemporary, May-December,

  Length: 21,677

  SIMPLE MAN, SIMPLE DREAM

  Suncoast Society

  Tymber Dalton

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  Simple Man, Simple Dream

  Copyright © 2019 by Tymber Dalton

  ISBN: 978-1-64243-577-1

  First Publication: January 2019

  Cover design by Harris Channing

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  For Hubby, and 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 and part-time Viking shield-maiden loves to shoot skeet and play D&D with her friends. She’s also the bestselling author of over one hundred and fifty books and counting, 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 book 88 in the Suncoast Society series. You do not have to read all the books before this one to understand the plot or characters—most of the books in the series are standalone.

  Kent and his “boys” have been featured in several books in the series, including Through With Love.

  While most of 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 can be found on the Suncoast Society series page, along with character information and other trivia, on my website at:

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  SIMPLE MAN, SIMPLE DREAM

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  SIMPLE MAN, SIMPLE DREAM

  Suncoast Society

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2019

  Chapter One

  “Holy fuck,” Deacon Knowles softly muttered before he took a long drag off his cigar and blew smoke rings in the air. He was currently watching as a gorgeous little blond twink got his holes filled by three equally gorgeous guys on Kent Corwin’s pool deck, not ten feet away from him. Two in his ass, and one plowing his mouth all the way to the balls with what looked like a good ten inches of meat.

  Not bad at all.

  He reached down and squeezed his own cock, which was happy with the view, albeit wishing for a hot mouth to be paying it some attention right now. He’d stripped down not long after the party started less than twenty minutes ago, and was now stretched out on a lounger.

  Kent walked over, a grin on his face. Holy shit, was that guy hung. Not very long, but thick as a beer can, easily.

  “Well?” Kent indicated the currently busy twink. “What do you think?”

  “I think you’re a wonderful perv, and why the hell didn’t you invite me to one of these sooner, you rat bastard?”

  Kent laughed as he settled into an empty chair next to him. This was the cigar area, with several ashtrays and chairs conveniently located for the men who enjoyed that. “Like I told you, I honestly didn’t know you were gay. I know you’ve talked about your daughter and granddaughter so much, even though I kinda got a vibe from you, I just assumed you were straight. My bad. Me of all people should know better.”

  “Yeah, been single for a hell of a lot longer than I was married. Ex-wife was an alcoholic, left me when Del was only eleven months old, and drank herself to death two years later. Was too busy being a single dad and working to have much of a kinky social life before this.”

  The only reason Kent knew for certain Deacon was gay now was after Deacon bumped into Kent and his two “boys” up at the Toucan in St. Pete last weekend. At the time, Deacon had been sucking face with a gorgeous young twink looking for a sugar Daddy.

  Well, he wasn’t into the guy enough to give him sugar for more than just the weekend, but he’d enjoyed the hell out of giving him the Daddy part, including leaving his ass nicely imprinted with some gorgeous marks.

  While Deacon was now officially retired, he’d known Kent for years via working with his company through the shipping company Deacon had been a regional manager for.

  After running into each other at the Toucan, Kent had called him up on Monday and invited him to go out to lunch.

  That’s when he told Deacon about his parties.

  And now? Here he was.

  Holy shit, all this time I’ve been was
ting weekends up at the Toucan. This is waaaay better.

  He took another drag off his cigar.

  Kent leaned in. “I’ve actually got a guy I think would be perfect for you,” he whispered, “but he couldn’t make it this weekend. He’ll be here next Saturday, though. Can you make it? Smaller party, just a few people.”

  He did a quick mental calculation to check the date. “Sure. Might not be able to stay super-late, though.” If Delaney had to work, his neighbor Ella could watch Winter for him, but he wouldn’t feel right about asking her to watch her into the early morning hours.

  “Excellent. I’ll confirm with the guy. You’ll love him. Gorgeous fucking ass on him. Little more meat on him than a twink. About thirty-one, I think. Still in your target zone?”

  “Oh, yeah.” Deacon squeezed his cock again as the twink getting plowed on the pool deck let out a moan when someone started jerking his cock for him.

  Hey, he made no apologies that he liked younger men. As long as they were of consenting age and not douchebags. Would he love to settle down with someone? Sure, but he hadn’t yet found the right guy for him.

  He’d spent the past twenty-seven years raising Delaney, and now helping raise Winter. He’d earned this retirement, and he’d damn sure enjoy it.

  Someone called for Kent, and he looked, then stood, patting Deacon on the shoulder. “Duty calls. Enjoy yourself.”

  “Thanks. I plan on it.” Wouldn’t be in that particular twink, who was getting plowed raw at both ends, but it would be in someone Deacon could bend over and unleash on.

  Hey, he was fifty-eight, not a hundred and eight, and he’d finally hit a point he could be himself.

  Well, to a certain extent.

  There was only so much he could let hang out with a toddler at home.

  * * * *

  Deacon was still sitting there watching the twink—who now had three different guys taking a turn at him—when another guy walked up. Tall and slender, he had a willowy build to him, and blond hair that nearly touched his shoulders. Not usually the type he’d go for, but the hunger in the man’s blue eyes made Deacon’s cock twitch with interest.

  The guy noticed, his gaze obviously lingering on Deacon’s cock before drifting up his body. Then he leaned in, smiling. “Helloooo, Daddy.”

  Perfect.

  Deacon transferred his cigar to his left hand and crooked a finger at the guy to lean in closer for a kiss. Deacon fisted his hair, not as hard as he wanted to, but firmly enough the guy gasped, his respectable cock giving a jerk of interest.

  He put his lips to the guy’s ear. “Daddy likes to play rough, and Daddy doesn’t bottom. Daddy also wraps.”

  The guy shivered. “Yay!”

  He tugged on the guy’s hair to put him on his knees. “You can pay Daddy’s cock a little respect while I finish my cigar. Then I’ll take you inside and make you beg for me.”

  The guy’s knees folded immediately as he knelt beside the lounger and leaned in, swallowing Deacon’s eight inches down to the balls in one go.

  Deacon sucked in a breath and stroked the guy’s head. “Easy, there. Don’t make me pop. Just keep me hard.”

  The guy moaned his assent and proceeded to do exactly that.

  Deacon took another long drag off his cigar.

  Now this is the life.

  Twenty minutes later, he tapped the guy on the head and motioned for him to stand. Deacon stubbed out the tiny butt in an ashtray and reached down to the guy’s cock. Slender, just like he was, and about seven inches long. The guy was three inches taller than Deacon, which wouldn’t matter once he had him bent into a pretzel.

  “Daddy doesn’t give orgasms without a little payout first,” he said. “Going to stripe your ass, because nothing I like better than fucking a freshly beaten ass.”

  The guy shivered again, rubbing his body against Deacon. “Whatever Daddy wants, as long as there’s no cutting or watersports or stuff.”

  Taking the man’s hand, Deacon led him into the house, where he spotted Kent across the room.

  Deacon pointed toward the hallway, which led to the playroom, and then held a thumbs-up as a question.

  Kent nodded and flashed him an okay sign.

  Earlier, Kent had already shown him the entry code and covered the rules with him. Deacon led the guy down to the playroom.

  “Oooh, yay!” his new toy breathlessly said.

  Deacon punched in the code and let them in. “What’s your name?”

  He smiled. “Whatever Daddy wants to call me.”

  “Then tonight you’re Daddy’s slut.” He immediately led him over to the spanking bench and put him up on it. “Stay right there.”

  Deacon walked over to the closet and picked a riding crop from the loaner toys. He didn’t want to go too crazy tonight. He’d left his own bag at home, locked in his closet, because he wasn’t sure if he’d even meet anyone that turned his crank tonight. Kent had assured him he could borrow stuff, and the man had not disappointed.

  In the slightest.

  He grabbed lube, a glove, and a condom, and returned to the bench. Thirty seconds later, he had three fingers on his left hand buried up to the knuckle in the guy’s ass, and the slut was happily moaning.

  That’s when Deacon grabbed the riding crop and started striping the backs of his thighs, including a few well-placed shots on the seam between his ass and thighs, making the guy yelp and his ass clench around Deacon’s fingers.

  Oooooh, yeah.

  His own cock was throbbing, hard, screaming for relief by the time he moved the guy to the end of the bed twenty minutes later, positioned on his back. Deacon disposed of the glove, wrapped himself, shoved the man’s knees into his chest, and draped the guy’s ankles over his shoulders before sinking his cock into his ass.

  “Perfect,” Deacon moaned.

  He grabbed the guy’s wrists and pinned them to the bed as he slowly started fucking him. Like this, Deacon could easily grind on the guy for a good twenty minutes or so. Knowing the party was coming up, he hadn’t rubbed one out since Wednesday, wanting himself good and ready for at least one time. Might even manage a second one later on, if he found another guy he liked.

  Below him, the guy whimpered and squirmed, needy, hungry for his own nut as his cock leaked pre-cum all over his abs. “Please make me come, Daddy.”

  “Oh, you can come any time you want. If Daddy doesn’t fuck it out of you, I’ll jerk you off after I get mine, don’t worry.”

  That led to more whimpers and whines that only made Deacon hornier and harder and made him slow down a little to savor it.

  Once he found the perfect angle to draw a gasp out of the guy with every stroke, he took his time. He knew his cock was gliding over the guy’s prostate, pulling him closer to his own orgasm with every thrust.

  And the guy was obviously deep in subspace. There was a deliciously glazed look in his eyes that Deacon loved seeing.

  He fucked him, going hard and deep as he started closing in on that point of no return. That’s when the guy let out a moan and his ass started contracting around Deacon’s cock about the same time he started squirting cum all over himself.

  “Good boy,” Deacon grunted, now really unleashing on him. He plowed him hard, his hands tightly fisted around the guy’s wrists as he pounded his cock into his ass. “Such a perfect little slut for me.” He let out a grunt as he finally came, filling the condom inside the guy’s ass. After a moment to catch his breath, he released the guy’s wrists, held the base of the condom to pull out, and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

  When he returned to the bed, he stretched out on it and the guy curled up against him, a sated smile on his face.

  “That was amaaaaaaazing, Daddy.” He reached up and stroked Deacon’s shaved head, then down, lower, over his neatly trimmed beard and mustache, which were mostly grey now. “This your first party at Kent’s?”

  “Yeah. Not my last, either.”

  The guy cuddled closer. “Feel free to ask me to
play anytime.”

  “You always fuck wrapped?”

  He snorted. “Religiously. I rarely fuck anywhere but here. Worth it not to have to deal with d-bags. I make about one party a month. Sometimes Kent invites me to a second one, if he’s got a guy he thinks might like me. Not looking for long-term, though, only safe play. Too busy with work right now for anything more than friends-for-fucking.”

  “Hmm.” The guy was becoming increasingly attractive to Deacon the more he talked.

  Attractive for fucking around with and playing there at Kent’s. Not husband material, but interesting enough.

  “Next time, I’ll bring my own gear,” Deacon said. “Maybe if the stars align, we can do this again.”

  The guy happily sighed. “Sounds good.”

  “So what is your name?”

  He slyly smiled as he tipped his head back and met Deacon’s gaze. “Daddy said it’s ‘slut.’” He winked. “I prefer it that way.”

  “Ah.” Excellent. “Then I guess I’m ‘Daddy.’”

  “Of course you are.” He snuggled in again. “You want more with me? Or you want to go prowl around for fresh meat? Either way, I’d like at least another twenty minutes of cuddles, if that’s okay? Then I’m good to go.”

  Wow. This guy was refreshingly direct.

  He liked it. “You enjoy being tied up?”

  “Only if you’re going to fuck me. And, FYI, I can take everything a lot harder than you were giving it to me, but you get a ten for the first time, because you were being a gentleman and not trying to burn me out.”

  Deacon grabbed the guy’s hair and tipped his head back for a deep, hard kiss. “Then I guess Daddy’s just going to have to tie the slut up and see exactly how much he can take for round two.”

  The man smiled. “Yay!”