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Indifference of Heaven


  Suncoast Society

  Indifference of Heaven

  Boyd’s avoided his loneliness by attending his friend Kent’s “parties”—full-on sexy time that helps the Dom forget he can never have Caleb. Especially since Caleb works for him, and he has no idea if Caleb’s even gay.

  Recently-out Caleb decides the only way he’ll get his hunky boss out of his mind for good is by letting Kent set him up at a special private party. Caleb can be blindfolded, which makes it even hotter. But the hooded mystery Dom who takes control of Caleb for the night makes him want even more.

  Horrified, Boyd belatedly realizes the mystery guy is the one guy who’s off-limits. Still, Boyd conceals his identity while enjoying the best night of his life. A night that can never be repeated.

  Except walking away from Caleb is harder than he thought. When someone else wants to move in and claim the man, Boyd needs to choose between his career…or love. Or can he have both?

  Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 37,148 words

  INDIFFERENCE OF HEAVEN

  Suncoast Society

  Tymber Dalton

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  INDIFFERENCE OF HEAVEN

  Copyright © 2018 by Tymber Dalton

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-998-8

  First Publication: March 2018

  Cover design by Harris Channing

  All art and logo copyright © 2018 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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  DEDICATION

  For Hubby and Sir.

  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 thirty 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

  Boyd was briefly introduced in Steady Rain (Suncoast Society 67). The timelines of these two books overlap a little, and the munch in this book is the munch in that book. Boyd and Caleb’s story will continue in Like the Seasons. And look for Kent’s feature book, Through With Love.

  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

  65. Almost Gothic

  66. Empty-Handed Heart

  67. Steady Rain

  68. Indifference of Heaven

  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

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Landmarks

  Cover

  INDIFFERENCE OF HEAVEN

  Suncoast So
ciety

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2018

  Chapter One

  Boyd stood back, away from the main throng in the living room, watching. The center of attention was the twink currently getting gang-banged over the large hassock that was part of Kent’s obscenely huge living room sectional sofa. Kent had, of course, put down sheets to protect all the furniture.

  Kent might be a kinky pervert, but he was a practical kind of guy and didn’t want his furniture ruined.

  Boyd had finally stripped naked a few minutes ago, once the festivities had started. More to not stand out than because he’d fully made up his mind to participate. Everyone here tonight was confirmed to be at least twenty-one because Kent wasn’t an idiot and didn’t want any underaged-drinking charges.

  There were about thirty guys here tonight, including Kent. He threw one of these larger get-togethers every couple of months, smaller ones more often. Full bowls of condoms and packets of lube all over, and the only rules were use a condom if asked, no means no, don’t get sloppy drunk, everyone who drank alcohol must turn their keys over to Kent and be sober before they left if they wanted to get them back, and no drugs.

  And never, ever pee in the pool or the hot tub.

  That one, especially, would get you banned for life from his parties.

  There were a couple of others, but the kinds of people Kent invited wouldn’t violate those rules anyway.

  Kent lived in a huge house on twenty acres in east Venice, so no worries about neighbors, or noise complaints, or parking issues. Boyd wasn’t sure how Kent had made his money, and frankly, he didn’t consider it any of his business. But Kent was the kind of rich guy who could afford to have the parties he enjoyed, invite who he wanted—meaning at least one or two guys would eagerly volunteer for getting plowed by him that night—and still appear respectable to the greater Venice upper echelon social circles he mixed with.

  The attendees tonight were a mix of singles and couples who liked to play around with others. Kent didn’t discriminate, either. If a guy was nice, could follow Kent’s rules, made Kent laugh or challenged Kent’s intelligent brain, he might get an invite. Rich, poor, old, young, bear or twink—Kent didn’t care. His feeling was that there was a dick for every hole, or a hole for every dick.

  That was maybe the main reason Boyd liked to stay on the list. Because it wasn’t some snooty, young-and-hot-guys-only shindig. Boyd had been to dozens of Kent’s events, big and small, and had never met a figurative asshole. Sure, he’d met guys he wasn’t attracted to in terms of fucking them, but everyone had at least been nice to talk to. A young twink might actually have an interesting hobby, or be funny as fuck, someone who could hold an intelligent conversation when not filled to the brim with dick.

  Or, maybe, even when he was, making him a special kind of talent.

  Watching the blue-eyed twink with the buzzed blond hair currently seesawing between a heavier, older bear plowing his ass who probably had ten years on Boyd’s thirty-nine, and the silver fox who was about Boyd’s age fucking his mouth, had Boyd semi-hard.

  Hmm.

  The main reason he’d changed his mind and called Kent this morning to ask if he could change his RSVP from a no to a yes was Kyle.

  Last night, seeing Tristan kiss Kyle at the Friday night rope group at Venture, the obvious way their relationship had shifted gears from friends and roommates to a couple, meant Boyd no longer had any kind of legit excuse to say no to Kent’s recent pleadings with him to come over.

  And…come.

  Boyd knew Kyle was a Top, but he’d been trying to work up the courage to ask him out. He’d suspected Kyle was bi, like Tristan.

  He should have known from how territorial Tris was about Kyle in general that Tris would eventually get into the man’s pants.

  Boyd’s last serious relationship had gone tits-up eight months earlier, when he caught the guy right-swiping in a dating app. Supposedly just to chat guys up, but Boyd didn’t risk it. They were supposed to be exclusive.

  Fortunately, he’d never gone bareback with the guy, but he’d still marched his unhappy ass down to the clinic to get a full panel run all the same.

  Last week, he’d met a guy through a dating app, and they’d had coffee and dinner together. Larry. He would have gone out with the guy tonight, if the man didn’t have to work. They were nowhere near being exclusive yet. In fact, he knew the guy had met someone last night for drinks and to chat while Boyd had gone to the rope event.

  He would have invited Larry tonight except Kent hadn’t met him. Kent had a strict rule that these “special” parties were only for people Kent personally knew, liked, and signed off on in advance. No surprise guests—even if they’d previously attended one of Kent’s parties—and no talking about them to anyone, either. Must have current neg test results, too, wrapped or not.

  And the sad fact was Boyd hadn’t known Larry long or well enough that he’d be willing to vouch for him to Kent and risk his own invites to these little soirees. More because even if he didn’t do anything other than get a blowjob at some of them, he liked Kent, and he liked to watch others having fun.

  No one in his BDSM group of friends knew about Kent’s “parties.” He knew most of his friends from Venture and the Suncoast Society thought Boyd was all Midwest Yupper nice, not Sodom and Gomorrah.

  Larry was three years younger than Boyd and could kiss great, but all they’d done was kiss. Boyd had been honest with the man that he wanted to take his time going serious after being burned the last time.

  Larry wasn’t exactly a submissive, even though he did claim he was a bottom. Boyd could handle someone who wasn’t necessarily kinky, as long as they didn’t mind him playing at Venture and they themselves were a bottom.

  Boyd kept watching. He thought about maybe stepping forward to take a turn.

  Except…

  Boyd wasn’t sure this was the scene he really wanted.

  The bear came first, leaving handprints in the twink’s hips when he pulled out and went to discard the condom. Another guy stepped in and took his place, this time bare. He flipped the twink onto his back and bent him in half to pile-drive his cock into the twink’s ass.

  Now that the twink was right-side up, another twink climbed into the pile to work his head between the twink and the guy in his ass and start blowing the man. Then someone stepped in behind twink number two and started fucking him.

  The party had only started twenty minutes ago, after Kent went through his usual recitation of the night’s rules and other information.

  Another guy made twink two stop so he could wrap the bottom twink’s cock in a jelly cockring that separated his cock and balls and would make him last longer. Boyd wasn’t sure if the twink had wanted it or not, but he wasn’t trying to make the guy fucking his throat stop, and when the other twink went back to blowing him, he grabbed him by the hair and held him in place.

  Kent wandered up to Boyd, smiling as he watched the scene and stroking his thick five inches. What Kent didn’t have in length he made up for in girth, a proverbial soda can of a cock.

  Literally the kind of girth Boyd thought only existed in porn and romance novels.

  The first time Boyd had seen it, he couldn’t help but stare at it. Fortunately, Kent was proud of it and loved people staring at it.

  And while Boyd had never bottomed to him, from watching other guys, Kent might not be much in the looks department from the neck up, and his cock might be on the shorter end of the scale, but he could apparently throw a fantastic, mind-blowing fuck. About three inches shorter than Boyd’s six one, Kent wasn’t a gym rat, a little soft in places, but still in decent shape for a guy probably in his mid-fifties. Neatly trimmed dark brown hair shot with silver here and there, and brown eyes, he waxed his chest and back and kept his bush and balls shaved.

  Which made staring at that monster cock even more fascinating.

  Kent usually waited to blow his load once or twice later in the evening, afte
r asses were loosened and poppers were huffed and some greedy twink, who’d likely been edged all night and not allowed to come, was ready to have his eyes rolled back in his head by that massive hunk of meat.

  “Starting out good already, right?” Kent asked.

  “Yeah, another fun night.”

  “Go get you some, man. I love watching you fuck.”

  “I…will. You know me. I take my time.”

  Kent slapped him on the ass, laughing as he walked away to talk to another guest.

  Boyd was used to that, although he never would have tolerated it at a BDSM party. The rules at one of Kent’s shindigs were far looser.

  Plus he’d been friends with Kent for going on ten years, so it wasn’t like he was a stranger. Boyd always cut the man some slack.

  Context, yo.

  Someone else had stepped in, grabbing the twink’s free hand and closing it around his cock to jack him. Boyd decided to head out to the lanai, where a few guys had moved to the pool or hot tub. He grabbed his towel and spread it on the edge of the concrete pool deck, sitting there with his feet dangling in the water.

  Yeah, he was sort of hard…but he hadn’t really made up his mind yet what he wanted to do.

  Rather, who he wanted to do.

  Or if he even wanted to do anyone tonight.

  Two guys in the pool had a third between them. From the happy OMG-face on the man in the middle, he was being DP’d. One of the Tops spotted Boyd sitting there, whispered something to the other Top, and together they moved over to stand in front of Boyd. Boyd vaguely recognized one of the Tops, the one in front, but he didn’t think he’d seen the other Top or the bottom before.

  “He’s got a great mouth on him,” the guy in the back said with a grin. “He likes having both his holes filled.”

 
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