Rhymes With Orange

  Suncoast Society

  Rhymes with Orange

  Following a career-ending accident, Danielle needs a fresh start. Despite crippling anxiety and OCD, she’s determined to rebuild her life and isn’t looking for a new relationship. Or a new Dom.

  Coop being Hunter’s Master is a little unconventional. Hunter is gay…and has a boyfriend, Todd. And Coop is straight. They’re friends first, but BDSM helps Hunter keep his anxiety at bay. Since Hunter’s deep in the closet with his family, he can only be his authentic self around Todd and Coop.

  When Coop’s relationship with Hunter—and Todd—gets more complicated, he rolls with it. Then Coop meets Danielle. Suddenly, Coop has to play Todd’s boyfriend for Hunter’s family. If Dani can’t pull off the role of a lifetime pretending to be Hunter’s fiancée, it could mean disaster for him. Unfortunately, Dani’s health takes a dive. When Hunter steps in and steps up, will the two successfully go from being co-owned pets to far more than either ever expected?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 71,068 words

  RHYMES WITH ORANGE

  Suncoast Society

  Tymber Dalton

  SIREN SENSATIONS

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  To Hubby and Mr. B.

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  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. Cardinal’s Rule

  3. Domme by Default

  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

  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

  Author's Note

  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

  About the Author

  RHYMES WITH ORANGE

  Suncoast Society

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2016

  Chapter One

  Coop sat on his couch, legs stretched out, the boots on his feet resting on the back of his naked slave, Hunter, who currently crouched on his hands and knees on the floor. All Hunter wore was his leather collar, and the matching leather wrist and ankle cuffs.

  “Deadpool is, by far, my favorite in the series,” Coop said. They were currently watching it on TV.

  On the other end of the couch sat Todd, Hunter’s boyfriend. Unlike his boyfriend, Todd was fully dressed in a short-sleeved pullover and a pair of denim shorts.

  “I don’t know,” Todd said. “It was good, but I’m not sure it was my favorite. And they sort of fudged his origin story from the comics.”

  “Admit it, he’s too snarky for you. You’re just not snarky. I like snarky, because I am snarky.”

  Todd snorted. “Here’s my shocked face.” His expression went flat, lips pressed into a thin, straight line. Then Todd broke into laughter. “Yes, you are sna
rky.”

  “It’s my personality. Coping mechanism growing up.”

  “I’m lucky my family was easygoing,” Todd said. He had short, red hair, green eyes, and looked like he might explode if exposed to too much Florida sunlight.

  Which was weird and ironic, since he was a third-generation native Floridian on both sides, a completely rare and endangered species.

  Todd stood. “Going to grab a beer. You want anything?”

  “Nah, I’m good.” He gently nudged Hunter’s hip with the heel of his right boot. “And that’s his job, anyway. You need anything, pup?”

  Hunter, who still sounded subspacey from his earlier beating, shook his head. “No, Master.”

  Coop gently rubbed the toe of his boot along Hunter’s ass. “Good boy.” He propped his foot on Hunter’s back again.

  Another five minutes in that position, and Coop would let Hunter return to a kneeling crouch at his feet, his forehead pressed against the tops of Coop’s leather boots, one of Hunter’s favorite positions.

  They were nearing the final part of their Saturday play session, where Coop would ramp the man up one last time and then Todd would finish him off sexually. Coop, while he didn’t mind watching and being an ancillary part of that, wasn’t sexually involved with either man.

  Especially since he was straight and had a girlfriend.

  But they couldn’t scene at the club. Hunter had an extremely complicated family relationship. He was so deep in the closet because of them that he’d need GPS and a searchlight to find his way out. Todd and Hunter were, as far as Hunter’s family knew, friends and roommates.

  Nothing more.

  So these play sessions happened here at Coop’s house, or at a private party at one of their friends’ houses, not at Venture, and definitely not at the men’s duplex. Hunter couldn’t afford the risk of being seen doing this by someone his family might know. His mom’s cousin lived in the other side of the duplex, meaning she might overhear impact play, or ask uncomfortable questions about Coop coming over too often.

  Hunter’s asshole father was holding a million-dollar inheritance over Hunter’s head, a trust left to Hunter by his grandfather. As the trustee, Hunter’s father could delay the disbursement of the remainder of it to Hunter until he was forty, and had, so far. Hunter would be thirty-five in three months, and once again eligible for the disbursement…unless his dad yanked his chain and held it back like Lucy and the football with Charlie Brown. The kids were only eligible for it starting at age twenty, and then every five years after that, until they turned forty. Then they had to receive the trust.

  Considering Hunter worked for his family, under his father’s thumb, it wasn’t like he had an easy way of escaping the man’s attention. And the only way Hunter could remain eligible for the disbursement was if he was working for the family business, a chain of jewelry stores. If it didn’t happen this time, it meant another five years of hell for the man.

  Every once in a while, Coop hooked up a female friend of his from Venture or the Suncoast Society to attend a family function with Hunter, to be his beard. Hunter explained his frequent girlfriend rotations by telling his family he was worried about picking the wrong woman, someone who might only want him for his future inheritance.

  So far, Todd, Coop, and their friends had helped Hunter keep his secret.

  Coop felt Hunter tense when the doorbell sounded. Coop carefully pulled his feet off Hunter’s back and stood.

  “Stay there, pup.” Anyone standing at the front door couldn’t see into the living room anyway.

  He wasn’t expecting anyone to drop by that afternoon. He wasn’t supposed to see Bethany for several hours yet, to pick her up around eight to take her out to dinner.

  Todd popped his head around the corner from the kitchen. “Need us to clear out?”

  “No. Whoever it is, I’ll get rid of them.” Coop walked into the foyer and glanced back to verify that, yes, everything was concealed from view by the back of the couch and the foyer wall.

  When he looked through the viewfinder, it surprised him more than a little to see Bethany standing there. He opened the door, standing in it, one arm on the door and the other resting on the frame, blocking her entrance.

  “Hey. What’s up?”

  She arched a carefully sculpted eyebrow at him. “Can I come in, Ned?”

  “Hunter and Todd are here.”

  “I know.”

  He opened the door wider and stepped aside to let her pass. She never came over on the afternoons he spent with Hunter. That was one of their negotiated boundaries. She pecked him on the lips as she walked by and set her purse on top of the bookshelf in the foyer.

  Like she was planning on staying for a while.

  “No offense, but why are you here?” he asked as he closed the door behind her.

  “I got off work early today. Thought I’d come by and we could maybe spend a few extra hours together.”

  He didn’t want to completely blow her off. “You’re welcomed to come back and hang out later,” he said, “but I promised Hunter until six. I told you that. You know today is his afternoon.”

  The shadow of a frown crossed her brow. “It’s just a couple of hours early.”

  “Yeah, exactly my point. You get to see me several nights a week, whenever you want. He only gets two long sessions a month, if that. I’m not going to take that away from him.”

  She glanced into the living room. Todd emerged from the kitchen with his beer and sat back down on the couch.

  She leaned in and dropped her voice. “Can we go talk?”

  “About what?”

  “Alone, Ned. Please?”

  This can’t be good.

  He nodded and walked her past the living room to the hallway. “Pup, don’t move until I get back.” He caught sight of Bethany’s expression in the reflection from the glass in a picture frame as she passed.

  How she looked down at where Hunter remained in position, more than a flicker of disgust tweaking her carefully guarded smile.

  He led her to the back bedroom, which was a combination home office and guest room, and the farthest from the living room. There, he shut the door behind them.

  Leaning against it, he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. Mindful of Hunter’s hyperawareness, Coop kept his voice low. “What’s going on?”

  “I’m your girlfriend. We’ve been together for a little over a year now. We’ve talked about moving in together.”

  He wasn’t sure where she was going with this. “Yeah?”

  “Shouldn’t I take precedence to…that?”

  He’d give her the benefit of the doubt. “To what?”

  “To what you do with him.”

  “Well, you’re not a masochist, you’re not submissive, and I was honest with you from the start that I’m not giving this up with him. I am the only person he can trust to do this with, and he’s my friend.”

  “He has a boyfriend.”

  “Yeah, who isn’t a sadist, or a Dominant. Why is this a problem all of a sudden?”

  “Because I got an interesting offer for my condo I’m thinking about taking. Meaning I could move in here in a couple of weeks, if I did. Or sooner. Frankly, I don’t want that going on in my space. I wanted to give you time to be able to rearrange things.” She glanced at her manicured fingernails. “Oh, and we’ll need to figure out what to repaint the living room.”

  “What’s wrong with the color of my living room?”

  “It’s boring, for starters,” she said. “We need to put some color into this place. It’s okay, I’ll help you do that. And we’ll get rid of your couch and stuff because we’ll use all of my living room furniture.”

  Coop took a couple of deep breaths before responding, choosing instead to stare at her.

  Did he love her?

  He thought so.

  Maybe.

  Could he live without her?

  Absolutely.

  And there’s my answer.


  “Would you mind clarifying your bottom line here, babe?” he finally asked so he wasn’t risking nuking this on just a misunderstanding.

  She sat on the guest bed and leaned back, her arms behind her, which shoved her boobs out. Granted, she had nice boobs.

  “It’s not like you’re having sex with them,” she said. “You’re just friends. Shouldn’t the woman you love, the woman who is in your bed, take precedence? I don’t mind you being friends with them, really I don’t. Or if you went to that club thing you do. Or even go over to their place to do it. Like I told you before, once we’re living together, that kind of stuff has to stop happening here. I can’t have a guy naked in my living room if my parents suddenly show up. Or my sisters or brother.”

  “And that’s a hard limit for you?”

  She nodded. “It is. What don’t you understand about that? I thought I made that clear to you, and you agreed to it.”

  Nope, that’s not how the conversation had gone. “You said you wished I could find another way to do this, and I told you this was how I did it.”

  “Well, yeah. And I told you I didn’t want it happening here and you’d have to change it once we were living together. Same thing.”

  No, not really. Not by a long shot.

  But he didn’t say that out loud. Because Ned Cooper wasn’t a total idiot. What he opted for was, “We left it agreed that, if we moved in together, you would make it clear to your family they have to call before they drop by. That I don’t like unexpected visitors in my space.”

  She laughed. “Well, duh. If you aren’t doing that stuff here, what difference does it make if they drop by? You know I’m close to my family.”

  He slowly nodded, something hitting him in the head. Something he’d thought about before, but hoped he was wrong. They had a lot of fun together, and not just in bed, either. They had a lot of the same interests. She was open-minded—to a certain extent—even though she wasn’t kinky or submissive in the slightest. She didn’t mind if he pursued BDSM as long as he wasn’t having sex with others.