Beware Falling Rocks

  Suncoast Society

  Beware Falling Rocks

  The last thing he wanted to do was walk away.

  Paul was forced to make a heartbreaking decision to end things with Lynn. It took nearly two years to painfully hammer home that, despite his beliefs, he chose wrongly and all his friends had been right. Including Lynn. Now he is back and ready to fight for the love he gave up—if Lynn will only give him a chance.

  The last thing she can do is move on.

  Lynn never blamed Paul because she understood why he had to leave. She also knows it tore him up inside. Two years later, she’s a shell of her former self and knows logic doesn’t matter when a shattered heart has deeply buried her under a rockslide of pain.

  The last thing they thought they would have was a second chance.

  Paul’s sudden return threatens to upend Lynn’s life. Can she ever trust him again, or will her dreams be cruelly crushed once more?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 74,779 words

  BEWARE FALLING ROCKS

  Suncoast Society

  Tymber Dalton

  SIREN SENSATIONS

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  DEDICATION

  Especially for Trish and Bill. (AKA Bestie and Monkey Man.) Because sometimes the best ideas aren’t cooked up inside the dungeon itself, but out in the front office. And for Hubby and Sir.

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  This book picks up where Beware Falling Ice [Suncoast Society 36] ends, and includes some of the same characters, continuing their stories. It’s the second in a set of three books I’ve informally dubbed the “South Dakota Trilogy.” They overlap the same set of characters, along with some familiar favorites from the Suncoast Society. The next book in the series will be Justin’s story, and will overlap the previous two a little.

  While the books in the Suncoast Society series are all standalone works, which may be read independently of each other, the recommended reading order to avoid spoilers and 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

  36. Beware Falling Ice

  37. Beware Falling Rocks

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  About the Author

  BEWARE FALLING ROCKS

  Suncoast Society

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2016

  Chapter One

  I’m the suckiest friend ever.

  Lynn knew she should be happy and smiling and all that, sucking it up, faking her way through the evening’s celebration and supporting her friends.

  Corre
ction, she was happy for her friends. Andrew and Rachel were perfect for each other, and it was about time they got off their butts and made it official. Watching her friends be happy was one of the few things that ever made her smile anymore.

  Still, it was all she could do to hold herself together.

  She hung back behind the rest of the small crowd gathered there at Venture on that Thursday evening to witness the ceremony as Andrew collared Rachel. He was so sweet, and they would likely live a charmed life. She couldn’t have written a more perfect couple, or a funnier falling-in-love story for the two of them.

  Deep breathing helped her endure her emotional pain while she watched the ceremony play out.

  It was when Andrew helped Rachel stand, and then dropped to one knee in front of her to propose, that unhinged Lynn’s reserve.

  Choking back the sob trying to claw its way free from her throat, Lynn quickly raced through the doorway separating the new side of the club from the old side and retreated to the bathroom there.

  Alone, she stood at the sink and quietly cried.

  This is hell. I’m in hell.

  That’s what it felt like, anyway.

  Every damn day.

  It didn’t matter what well-meaning people told her, the things she “should” do. She was grieving, and it took as long as it took.

  At the current rate she was going, it’d be a few more years.

  At least.

  If she was lucky.

  When Lynn heard the bathroom door open several minutes later, she assumed it was Terrie coming to check on her.

  But it was Rachel.

  That made Lynn feel even worse, that she was pulling her friend away from a day that was supposed to be hers, and happy, and…

  Everything Lynn knew she wouldn’t have.

  Rachel hugged her.

  “I’m sorry,” Lynn whispered. “I’m really happy for you guys. I am. I just…needed a minute.”

  “It’s okay,” Rachel gently told her. “We’re worried about you.”

  “And you know what? If he walked through the door right now and pointed at the floor, I’d drop to my knees just like that as if we hadn’t been apart for a single day.”

  “I know.”

  It made it so, so much worse that neither of them had wanted to break up. That they’d been forced apart.

  Not only had they lost each other as lovers and play partners but as best friends.

  All because Paul’s wife had lied to him years ago when she’d first met him—and in Lynn’s mind a whopper of that size was a full-blown lie, not just an omission or a failure to disclose—an expanding rockslide of issues trapping Lynn and Paul both in its path when it finally collapsed on top of them.

  When the dust settled, everything had been shattered.

  Including their hearts.

  “God, I want you two to be happy,” Lynn said. “Please, I need to see a happy ending for someone so damn bad right now, you have no idea.”

  “Just know that we love you and we’re here for you.”

  “Thanks.” Lynn stepped back, grabbing a paper towel to blow her nose. “I’ll be out in a few. I just need to clean up.”

  “Okay.” She didn’t miss the concern on Rachel’s face, but her friend finally turned and exited the bathroom, leaving Lynn alone.

  She stared into the mirror over the sink.

  Puffy nose and red eyes?

  Check.

  She’d forgotten what it felt like to feel…happy. Normal. Emotionally carefree. Now, she spent all day, every day, pushing herself, cooped up in her office, which Terrie had years ago dubbed her Evil Writing Lair of Evil.

  The only tolerable escape offered to her from the reality she existed in.

  She could flee to foreign, alien lands, invent people and plots, commit fictional murders over and over again, and force herself not to think about him.

  She fingered the collar around her neck, the chainmaille necklace, one she knew she’d likely never willingly remove for anything other than showers.

  Just like she would never get the small tattoo at the base of her spine covered up.

  Just like she couldn’t remove Paul from her heart.

  Not when she’d never be able to erase the sound of him sobbing from her brain.

  * * * *

  Fortunately, when Lynn finally returned to the main playspace, everything was still in full swing, her absence not missed. Terrie broke away from the group she’d been chatting with and walked over to her.

  “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night, huh?”

  Lynn nodded.

  Terrie pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”

  “I have to learn to get through it. You all are right. It’s been almost two years. It just still hurts so much.”

  “I know.” Terrie fished her keys out of her pocket and pressed them into Lynn’s hand. “Go on. I’ll say good-bye for you and be out in a minute.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. We’ll be coming back tomorrow to meet Rachel’s brother. This isn’t going to be a late night anyway. Plus, you have work to do tomorrow.” Terrie arched an eyebrow at her. “You have edits you haven’t sent back yet. Martin’s going to be sending me nasty e-mails wondering why he hasn’t received them.”

  “They’re not due until next week.”

  “Yeah, and you almost always get them in early. We’ve spoiled him. I warned you about that.”

  It didn’t matter that Terrie was Mark’s slave. She was a loving taskmaster who’d kept Lynn’s shredded sanity intact, and had forced Lynn to keep going.

  More than just a friend. Her lifeline.

  There was a damn good reason she jokingly called Terrie “Mom,” even though at forty-five, Terrie was only a year older than Lynn.

  Lynn headed out to Terrie’s SUV and climbed into the passenger seat, reaching over to crank the engine and get the AC going to stave off the Florida heat. The muggy May night, even steamier following the late-afternoon thundershowers, felt oppressive, stifling.

  Lynn had grown up with it, though. Florida’s fickle weather was like an old friend to her. About the only constant she’d had during her childhood, which was spent bouncing around in foster care for years before she’d aged-out.

  After a few minutes, Terrie emerged from the building and hurried over to the SUV. They’d known each other since high school, when Terrie’s family moved to Florida from Maryland.

  Once Terrie’s family realized Lynn didn’t have a forever family, they’d basically adopted her in every way other than officially. She’d spent more of her high school years at their home than she had at her foster parents’ house. Not that her last foster parents had been mean or anything, because they hadn’t. Sue and George Carlisle were wonderful people Lynn still kept in touch with. But they’d been busy with several other younger foster kids, two of them with autism spectrum issues, and it was easier for everyone for Lynn not to be around and in the way.

  Then Terrie had met Mark, a Nebraska native, during their junior year of college in Tampa. The couple had been there for Lynn’s ill-fated marriage to and divorce from Ron in her early twenties.

  Terrie and Mark ended up moving to Texas for several years for Mark’s job, but then he secured a transfer back to Florida. Even while living half a country apart, Terrie and Lynn had remained best friends, talking every day. Terrie also worked for Lynn as her paid author PA while raising her two girls and getting them both off to college. One daughter had earned an academic scholarship to UF, the other to FSU, their first-choice schools.

  Mark and Terrie were now enjoying the freedom of being able to engage in their M/s dynamic without having to arrange for Lynn to babysit so they could go to Venture, or get a hotel room for a night.

  Lynn, however, hadn’t repeated her mistake with Ron. His self-assured cockiness, which had seemed extremely charming while they were dating, turned into overbearing assholishness once they were married. A bait-and-switch.


  Not a Dominant, but domineering.

  After just under two years of trying to appease him, Lynn had put her foot down and told him he could shove it where the sun didn’t shine. He suggested that if she didn’t like the way he ran their household not to let the door hit her where Mother Nature split her.

  Then he’d been shocked when Lynn had actually left him and filed for divorce. Which led to a few weeks of him begging and pleading and a most unDomly display of whiny douchebaggery, as he tried to “woo” her back.

  She hadn’t fallen for it. He’d wanted a doormat, and she was anything but.

  In retrospect, she knew she’d gotten married too fast, wanting safety and a “family” of her own. Throughout the years following her divorce, while Lynn had dated, both vanilla and kinky, nothing serious had taken root.

  Until she’d met Paul.

  And look where that got me.

  “Let’s get you home,” Terrie said as she climbed behind the wheel. “I’m really proud of you for coming out tonight.”

  “Thanks, Mom.”

  Terrie snorted. “One of these days, I might surprise you and get all toppy on your ass.”

  It was Lynn’s turn to snort.

  “Hey, I might,” Terrie protested.

  “I’m sure I’ll lose sleep over that possibility.”

  “I keep your writer ass herded in the right direction.”

  “That’s work. I never said you were a submissive when it came to work.”

  “Little Miss Switchyhead.”

  Lynn stuck out her tongue at her.

  When they reached Lynn’s condo, the women hugged.

  “If you need to talk tonight, call me,” Terrie said. “Promise?”

  “I’ll be okay. Just ripping the scab off my wounds…again.”