Blue Motel Room (MM, FF)

Suncoast Society 75

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 77,445
23 Ratings (4.8)

[Siren Sensations: Contemporary Consensual BDSM Interracial Romance, M/M, F/F, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

You do not sleep with your best friend’s girlfriend. Especially not when you’re both extremely drunk on mead…and gay. Ron hoped the night with Eve was nothing more than a figment of his imagination that will never return to haunt him, or harm his friendship with Kimbra.

Except Kimbra also had a regretful drunken interlude she hoped would never see the light of day.

Enter the adorable Dr. Ivan Mercado, who carefully conceals deeply tragic personal truths. The young and talented surgeon leads a secret double life to deal with his darkest pain and has never let anyone inside his armor before. Until he meets Ron, and the Viking Dom easily peels away Ivan’s shell without even trying.

But actions have consequences—ones that can last a lifetime. Will the worst mistake of Ron’s life turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to him? Or will it destroy both men’s lives and crush their hearts forever?

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

Blue Motel Room (MM, FF)
23 Ratings (4.8)

Blue Motel Room (MM, FF)

Suncoast Society 75

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 77,445
23 Ratings (4.8)
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Suncoast Society, Book 76. When a whirlwind explodes and the dust settles, can anything be salvaged from the wreckage? Ron and Kimbra have been friends for what seems like forever. They've been wing men (or is that wing man and wing woman) for each other countless times. They probably know each other better than anyone else. But Ron's gay. And Kimbra's, well, not exactly straight. While Kimbra has a special relationship with Eve, even she doesn't know how to describe it. On the down low doesn't come close! And the rules of that relationship, such as they are, are getting harder to define by the day. Ron, with his Viking reenactments, wide circle of friends, a job that he loves, and his cherished sister, Meri, seems to have everything. But Meri's moving on, leaving Ron with...what exactly? As much as he wants it, love's never come knocking on his door. Then comes that fateful trip to the Toucan where life's turned upside down, inside out, and blown to bits for not just Ron and Kimbra but everyone around them. Nothing will ever be the same. When the truth comes out, will Ron and Kimbra's friendship survive? The better question is, what happens when the truth about Eve is revealed? Can Kimbra still want her? What about Ron? Where does he fit in amongst all this confusion? Will anything survive? There's the faintest glimmer. Love and trust are the only things that give any hope. The ultimate question is, is there enough of either in the world to right their worlds? Or is everything gone for good? This is another very unique story from Ms. Dalton that nearly defies description. There are multiple relationships interwoven with current events and backstories that are as complicated as they come. You'd think keeping it all straight would be impossible. And that assumption would be very wrong! That's one thing you never, ever do with a Tymber Dalton story...assume anything! Each character is so well-defined and so carefully crafted you're swept along with the story to the exclusion of all else. With all the intricacies and detail, there's absolutely no confusion here at all. As with all Ms. Dalton's books, I couldn't put Blue Motel Room down! I loved everything about this book! Kimbra and Eve, their unique relationship, how each doubts herself and the other, the uncertainty that literally jumps out of nowhere, keeps you on the edge of your seat. Ron and Ivan? These two are literally a mess. There's the maelstrom of emotions, past and present traumas, and a literal comedy of errors all at the same time! I love Ron's battle cry: mead is forever! (Who's Ivan? What's mead? Why the battle cry? You'll have to read the book to find out!) As much as you might think these people have absolutely nothing in common, you'd be dead wrong. I can't really say much more without giving everything away. But, if at any point you think you have this book figured out...hold onto your seat because you absolutely don't! Congratulations, Ms. Dalton! You're this reader's favorite author for a very good reason. This book is another five-star winner! A final note. This is an ADULT book. It contains explicit language and sexual scenes. If you don't enjoy this genre, this may not be the book for you. There are book synopses and reviews available on Goodreads and all booksellers' websites. Use these resources. DON'T LEAVE A NEGATIVE REVIEW WHEN YOU KNOW YOU WON'T ENJOY THE BOOK. It's not fair to the author. She works hard to provide a quality work product. If you know you'll object to a book's subject matter before you buy it, you're doing yourself and the author an extreme disservice. Thanks for reading my review and happy reading!
Pam S.
Totally floored about Kimbra and Eve, but glad they got together. Loved Ron and Ivan's story. Loved the book

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Kimbra paid the bill after ordering herself another rum and Coke. She caught Ron’s attention, waved, and then left him to his new friends. The nice thing about the resort was since it was one whole property, you could take your drink and walk around with it.

That’s what she did.

As she wandered through the courtyard, she tried to get into the thumping bassline of the music, tried to keep time with the beat, but it just wasn’t happening tonight. She knew if she returned to her room she’d only sit there reading and moping and wishing she was out and about.

Without an outside distraction, resentment would start to seep in that Eve couldn’t be bothered to find time to spend with her.

Resentment already had started creeping in more frequently as of late, no matter how hard she tried to beat it back. No amount of rationalization that it was about Eve and not about her could completely eradicate it, either.

Now I understand what Walt felt like. Maybe this is my karma.

The twink she and Ron had seen earlier sauntered by and paused, approached her, a nearly empty drink cup in his hand.

“Hola, mami,” he said, giving her a long look. “Watchoo doin’ here?” He had an annoying, nasally, most likely fake accent that didn’t go well with his adorable body and sweet face.

“Probably same thing you are.”

“Choo single? ’Cause if choo are, maybe I can help tonight.”

“Yeah, I’m single.” She switched to Spanish. “Are you even eighteen yet?

His brow furrowed. “What?”

Kimbra took another sip of her drink and tipped her head as she appraised him. “I bet my friend Ron could tear your ass up in bed and leave you begging for more. He’s hung like a horse, I’m pretty sure. He’s single and looking. Want an introduction?

He shook his head. “I’m not readin’ choo. Choo speak English?”

She switched back to English. “Why you callin’ me your mami if you can’t even habla the lingo?”

“Oooh, choo sassy. I like dat.”

His fake accent was pissing her off. “Watch it, baby, or I’ll spank your ass.”

Used to observing people closely during depositions and questioning and while testifying, she spotted the shift in his gaze immediately. A nearly desperate hunger that didn’t strike her as sexual appeared in his eyes.

More…literally desperate.

Like “rescue me” desperate.

He stepped closer, his gaze locked on hers now. He stood maybe five-seven, and she was five-eight. “Maybe I’d like for choo to spank my ass, hmm?” He reached out and traced a finger along her belt buckle. “I’d make it worth choo while.”

“I ain’t no hooker, baby.”

“Di’n’ mean dat.” He closed the distance, so close she could smell the rum on his breath and the sad desperation that nearly washed off him. “Might be gay, but not stupid ’nough to turn down a legit spankin’ from someone hot as choo. I got soda an’ rum back in my room. Choo spank me, really spank me…” He smiled and flicked his tongue over his upper lip in an unmistakable gesture. “I make choo happy.”

She pointed her other hand over her shoulder, waving it toward the general direction of the leather bar off one corner of the courtyard. “You could have leather Tops on your ass as well as in it. Why me?”

His nostrils flared just a little, and she spotted how his throat worked as he swallowed. “Maybe I’m not lookin’ for someone in my ass tonight. Maybe I need to trust someone. Choo look like someone I can trust.” He wrapped his mouth around the straw in his drink again and took a seductive pull off it, making sure to lick his lips.

Part of her brain screamed at her to smile and say no thanks.

That part was kicked out by the rum and her clit, which thought this was a mighty fine idea. “You better be at least twenty-one.”

“I am.”

“And can prove it.”

“ID’s in my room.”

She glanced back to where Ron was still chatting away with the ginger and the man’s friends.

Fuck it. Maybe she’d never even have to admit to Ron that she snagged the cutie if he scored with the redhead and was too busy wrapped up in his own rut.

“Lead the way, sugar.”


* * * *


His room was poolside on the second floor in the northern building, almost exactly directly across the courtyard from hers. As she followed him up the stairs, she couldn’t help but stare at his cute, tight little ass in his Speedo.

He knew she was watching, because halfway up he stopped and cast a smile at her over his shoulder. “Choo like what choo see?”

She stepped up next to him and smacked his ass, hard, not holding back.

He rubbed the spot. “Ow! Motherfucker.”

No accent.

She sweetly smiled. “Well, well, well. If you want your spanking, honey, stick with your real voice.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered before he continued on up the stairs.

But she spotted a hunger in his eyes that he hadn’t possessed before.

She waited until they were inside the room to grill him. “Why the fake accent, kiddo?”

“Sorry. Kind of the persona. Sometimes helps me find guys easier.” This voice fit him perfectly and aged him a little. He was probably much closer to thirty than twenty, despite his looks.

His room was a single king like hers, and the same blue walls. He’d left the bedside lamp on, so while it was dim, there was still enough light to see by. He walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a two-liter bottle of soda. The bottle of rum sat on the dresser, and the ice bucket had been recently filled. He reached for her cup.

“Now, see? Your real voice is perfectly fine.” She finished off the last dregs of that drink and handed her cup over. He added ice but before he could splash rum into it, she stopped him. “Lemme see your ID, honey.”

He rolled his gorgeous light green eyes, but set everything down and dug a wallet out of the bag on the floor on the other side of the bed, removed his ID, and handed it over.

The Florida driver’s license definitively stated he was a safe driver, an organ donor—and was, in fact, thirty-four.

Holy shit.

Closer examination of it led her to believe it was genuine.

Damn, boy. You look good for your age.” She pulled out her phone. “Ivan Gonzales Mercado. Helloooo, sweetie.” She took a picture of his ID.




Ron wanted to spend all night loving Ivan, but even this was pushing the envelope way too fucking far. He should have grabbed his own shit, headed to Meri’s bedroom, and not done…this.

Any of this. Not tonight, without a lot of clear-headed talking and negotiating first.

Then there was the protective Dom side who said fuck that, his boy needed him.

He’d be kidding himself to deny he wasn’t already thinking of Ivan in terms of him being his.

They were both consenting adults, there literally wasn’t a better person to understand the headspace they were in than each other, and dammit, the guy was a cutie. Besides, Ivan’s previous MO was to find and pick up people to spank him, and then he’d have sex with them in return. People he’d never see again.

Why not him, and why not now?

Ron slowly stroked their cocks, watching Ivan’s eyes as he did, not wanting to miss a second of the other man’s reaction. It was like his soul opened, raw and bare, as wispy and fragile as the steam now swirling around them in the shower.

Watching Ivan helped Ron hold back his own release. Ivan’s cock was thinner and a little bit shorter than his own, but that meant he could fit them both in his fist and still hold on to his boy, too.

There were a lot of things it seemed Ron was unable to do around Ivan.

Like resist him.

He slanted his lips over Ivan’s and kissed him, his cock throbbing as Ivan moaned in return and he reached up, one hand cupping the back of Ron’s neck, the other in Ron’s hair and holding him in place as they kissed.

Perfection flashed through Ron’s mind, the two of them together, thinking about how Ivan would look riding his cock in a variety of ways, walking along the beach with him, cooking dinner together.

Going through the birth of their children together.

Ron sucked on Ivan’s tongue, nibbled and bit his lips, devoured him thoroughly as he stroked their cocks. Nothing about this situation was sane or normal or the slightest bit wise, but he was going for it.

Because maybe he and Ivan wouldn’t make it for the long-run.

They had to start somewhere, and why not tonight when they were already in the middle of the storm?

At least they could try to weather it together.


* * * *


It took every ounce of will Ivan had to not immediately come. The feel of Ron’s warm, strong, slightly rough hand around his cock threatened to make him explode immediately.

And he wanted this to last, for at least a little while.

He didn’t know how long this situation would last overall, and he wanted at least one damn memory he could hold on to.

One small moment of perfection.

With their cocks pressed together like this, it added a layer of sweet, hot sensation to the mix. No one had ever jerked him off like this before, with their cocks pressed together, and it felt absolutely amazing. Pre-cum spilled from both their cocks and Ron used it, slicking it down their shafts as he stroked.

Ron lifted his mouth from Ivan’s despite Ivan trying to maintain their kiss.

“Show me what a good boy you are for me and come for me, baby.”

Ivan couldn’t have resisted that if he’d wanted. His balls drew up tight against his body as a sweet, piercing ache that blossomed into full pleasure shot through him. Ron’s hand grew even slicker around their cocks with Ivan’s cum lubing his grip. Ivan could barely keep his eyes open, watching Ron watch him, feeling for the first time like he was plugged into someone else’s soul.

Or they were plugged into his.

The sexiest smile to ever curve a set of lips filled Ron’s face. “Good boy.” He crushed Ivan’s mouth again. Then the arm around Ivan’s back tightened as Ron let out a low, sweet grunt of his own as he climaxed. His hand slowed, stopped, still holding both their cocks pressed together. His kiss grew tender, slow, satiated.

But he didn’t let go.

His eyes fell closed and he finally ended their kiss, their foreheads pressed together.

Ivan didn’t want to release him, either.

Ron finally spoke, his voice hoarse, soft. “Your choice. I can sleep in Meri’s bed, or—”

“Please sleep with me, Sir.”

Ron’s eyes opened and he studied Ivan’s gaze for a long moment before he nodded. “Okay, baby. I had every intention of taking this slow and not rushing this, I swear I did.”

“I didn’t want it slow.”

“We’ve got a lot of talking we need to do.”

“I know, Sir.” Even calling him that felt…natural.

For one damn time in his life, something felt easy and unforced and like it was supposed to be that way.

Everything about Ron felt like that, so far.

That fucking terrified him.

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