Our Gravity (MM)

Suncoast Society 63

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 86,671
34 Ratings (4.9)
[Siren Sensations: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, HEA]
At thirty-one, Bryce is a damned good attorney, but it feels like that’s all he’s got going for him right now. He’s just about given up on finding a boyfriend, much less a submissive, and his dreams of being a father look increasingly slim. Then mutual friends in the Suncoast Society take over.
Dustin is relatively new to the area. The realtor thinks his friends are wasting their time fixing him up, especially since Bryce is fifteen years younger than him. No younger guy has ever wanted him before. Except this feels like forever in a scary-fast way. Bryce is not only okay with Dustin not wanting kids, he’s also the Dom of Dustin’s dreams.
Enter Kira, Bryce’s lifelong best friend. She’s about to make Bryce’s dreams come true with a devastating price. Dustin knows he owns Bryce’s heart, but can he accept the guy he loves marrying a woman whose last wish is that Bryce be by her side?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.


Our Gravity (MM)
34 Ratings (4.9)

Our Gravity (MM)

Suncoast Society 63

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 86,671
34 Ratings (4.9)
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Before reading this book, I probably had cried through only one other that I can remember: The Reluctant Dom. This one tore me up just as badly and I just don't cry reading books. Great story. Believable. Heart wrenching. Captivating. Loved it. As per usual with any Tymber Dalton book, I read it cover to cover non-stop. Can't wait for the next one!
Bryce Butler knows both success and failure. He's one of the best attorneys around. But his love and personal life? He's 35, a Dom without a sub, been through countless relationships, none of which have stuck. And although he's gay, he's always wanted kids. Where can he find the perfect man to fit his lifestyle and needs? Dustin Poole is a 45-year-old real estate agent. He's gay too and a sub who's had one heck of a time trying to find a Dom. Usually some young twink is looking for a sugar daddy. There's also the opposite side of the coin...older Doms who want to take advantage of Dustin. And Dustin does not want kids. But the Frightful Five of the Suncoast Society take matters in hand. After meeting at Venture, Bryce and Dustin seem fated to finally have what both seek. Is it a problem that Dustin's Dom is 15 years younger than him? Not to Bryce. It makes Dustin a tad uneasy at first, but their chemistry is off the charts. As the relationship shifts into high gear, sometimes moving a little too fast, a little too soon, for the men's comfort, Dustin makes his views on children well-known. But this time Bryce knows what he has. Children become a non-issue. That is, until Kira reappears. Bryce's best friend from childhood. Kira means the world to him. But she comes with a secret that could destroy everything for Bryce and Dustin. When it comes down to a choice between what Kira needs and the perfect relationship between Bryce and Dustin, what can Bryce do? He's ripped apart. His heart is pulling him in both directions. Does he do what his best friend wants, absolutely needs? Or does he turn away from her and chase his own happiness at her expense? Either way, someone's going to be crushed, maybe destroyed to the point of never recovering. Bryce's decision will affect them all in ways they never saw coming. The question remains, will any of the three survive this storm? Although Tymber Dalton's books are always extraordinary, this one ripped the heart right out of me. These three characters touched me in a way that I haven't felt since I read Ms. Dalton's The Reluctant Dom (and that's truly saying something). At the beginning, you feel Bryce's and Dustin's frustration, anger, and pain at trying so hard and missing the mark every time. Once they get together, you feel their joy, deep satisfaction, and heartfelt love. But when Kira enters the picture, the story went soul-deep. These three characters, their interactions, the cross-purposes, the decisions they all have to make, particularly Bryce, brought me to tears over and over again. It's not an exaggeration to say I literally cried my way through this book. Tymber Dalton is always wonderful but this book? This one is beyond special. My heart ached for Bryce, Kira, and Dustin. Just writing this review brings tears to my eyes. You absolutely have to read this book. This is Tymber Dalton at her very best. I couldn't give this book anything less than five stars. Thank you, again, Ms. Dalton, for your fantastic storytelling. One final note. Please be an informed reader and consumer! This is an ADULT book. It contains explicit language and BDSM/sexual scenes. If you don't enjoy this genre, think hard before buying any book you know you won't enjoy. 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 extremely hard to provide a quality work product. If you know you'll object to the 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.

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They headed in and Kimbra steered them all toward a back corner table after greeting Tony and Shayla, who were the hosts for the night. “Tilt up the chairs,” she said. “We’ve got all of it.”

Walt sat next to Bryce, on his left. Kimbra’s friend and fellow lawyer, Eve, arrived shortly after and took a seat next to Kimbra on Holly’s far side. Not long after, Everett, Eve’s brother, arrived with his husband, Wylie, and a couple introduced as Lara and her husband, Brad.

Everett’s ex-wife and her husband.

As long as they can keep it straight, I guess.

That left them awaiting one person, the seat remaining vacant on Bryce’s right side.

Lara leaned across the open space, her voice low. “Dustin works with me. Really nice guy. Realtor. Smart guy. Good luck!”

She actually gave him a thumbs-up.

“Um…thanks.” He hoped her eagerness wasn’t a bad sign. He’d been the victim of matchmaking gone wrong before, well-intentioned friends thinking people belonged together just because they were single and gay.

At least everyone in this group knew about the kinky stuff, so one less way to foul things up.

When the guy walked in, Bryce’s attention was drawn to him immediately. Over six feet tall, older than him, but from what he could see, buff, in shape. Button-up shirt and jeans, but not dad jeans, and not skinny ones, either. Broad shoulders tapering down to a trim waist and a tight ass. Hazel eyes and brown hair with a few traces of grey. Confident walk, but not assholish swagger.

Turn that knob to eleven, kiddies, we have a winner. Please let that be him!

Then Lara spotted the newcomer and waved, and he waved back and headed their way.

I’m buying lotto tickets tonight.

Bryce turned to Walt and signed hot, then bit his knuckle.

Walt laughed. “I don’t think that’s proper ASL, but I get your meaning. If you want to drop signing for a while, I’ll understand.”

“Thanks.” Bryce took another look. The guy landed hard on the adorable side of fuckable.

And yes, this was Dustin, Bryce was happy to have confirmed. Bryce stood to shake with him and knew from his own five ten that the guy had to be at least six three or six four.

Yum! “Nice to meet you. Bryce Butler.”

“Dustin Poole.”


* * * *


Bryce had gorgeous blue eyes, blond hair, and was dressed in khaki slacks and a button-up shirt that made Dustin feel underdressed in his jeans.

Slim, and definitely younger than him.


Sure, he was cute, but Dustin had a feeling it was only a matter of time before Bryce dropped the hammer on him. He didn’t know how young the guy was, but in his experience it wouldn’t work out for Bryce.

At least, that was the excuse younger Doms had always given him in the past.

Sorry, man. It’s not you—it’s me. No hard feelings.

That was code for you’re too old for me and can’t keep up with me. Hell, even a couple of older Doms close to his own age had used that excuse, only for him to learn later they’d taken up with a twink who barely looked eighteen.

He settled in what was apparently his seat—right next to Bryce, he noticed—and gave a waitress his drink order before focusing on the guy he wished he could have. Maybe a defeatist attitude, granted, but better that than getting his hopes up about the drop-dead adorable Dom just to have them crushed.

They chatted for a little while, and it almost made it worse for Dustin. The guy was wicked smart, evilly playful, great sense of humor, and his gorgeous blue eyes gleamed behind his glasses.

Finally, Dustin had to say it, get it over with, spare the guy having to do the dirty work. “Look, I’m forty-five.”

Bryce’s right eyebrow slid up. “I’m thirty. Is that a problem?”

Dustin blinked, not sure he’d heard him right. “Sorry?”

“Do you not date or play with younger guys? You said that like it’s a problem for you.”

“No. I mean, yes, I do, but I meant if…” He found himself trailing off, as what could only be amusement quirked the corner of Bryce’s mouth.

I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t,” Bryce said. “I’m not into twinks. I’d rather play with someone who has their shit together and is stable in their life. I’m not fond of drama or partying. As an attorney, I’m kind of allergic to bullshit, personally and professionally.”

Dustin licked his lips, swallowing hard to form spit since his mouth had gone dry. “Okay.” It barely came out a whisper.

“I’m also not poly,” Bryce continued. “I do like to tie, but I haven’t done much of that lately. Here’s what I need in terms of minimum boundaries. Playing with others by permission only—that goes for both of us. No sex or sexy play with anyone else, though. If that’s a problem for you—”

“That’s not a problem,” Dustin said, still unable to speak at his normal volume. It was like Bryce made his own gravity and had sucked Dustin into his orbit, the pull tugging him closer and closer.

And Dustin didn’t mind in the least.

“Mind if I propose something?” Bryce asked.

Dustin nodded.

“Kimbra drove me tonight. I live south of here, near Gulf Gate Estates. If it wouldn’t be an imposition—”

“I’ll drive you home.”

Shit. It felt like his brains had fallen out of his head and he had no clue why. This wasn’t like him.

Bryce smiled. “If at the end of the night you’re still interested, how about we ride together and we can talk more. If not, no hard feelings, and I can still catch my ride home with Kimbra.”

“It really doesn’t bother you how old I am?”

“I’m getting the feeling this has been a problem for you with others in the past.”

“Only the last few years. Another reason I wanted out of Miami.”

“Oh, well, there’s your problem.” Bryce’s laugh sounded warm, friendly. Strong. “Party crowd. Stand and Model flavor of S&M.”


“You’re not allergic to cats, are you?”


“Okay, good. Because I have one. But he’s kind of an asshole sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?”

Bryce shrugged. “Not all the time. Maybe I shouldn’t have named him Archer.”

Dustin snorted. “I love that show.”


Bryce’s smile widened. “Excellent. Glad to hear it.”




Bryce needed his cock in this man’s ass, and he needed it now.

First he wanted to see what his mouth felt like.

He tossed the towel and lube onto the bed, and they detoured through the bathroom so Dustin could clean up and Bryce could ditch the used glove and wash his hands.

Thank god Dustin wasn’t a gym rat, just a guy in decent shape, little soft around the middle but he didn’t mind that at all.



Holy cow, he was going to enjoy the hell out of leaving marks on that gorgeous ass when they played. Dustin’s ass was tight and so were his legs, his thighs strong, muscled.

Right now, he also wore a sweetly glazed, subspacey look. Or maybe it was his well-fucked look. Either way, it was damned adorable and twisted Bryce’s insides in a good way. Made his cock throb even harder than he was to start with.

Bryce slapped Dustin’s ass and pointed at the floor at the end of the bed. Without needing further instruction, Dustin knelt, ready.


Bryce sat on the end of the bed in front of him and spread his thighs. “Okay, boy. Nice and slow and look me in the eyes as best you can while you do it. If you’re not blindfolded, and I’m facing you, I want you to try to look me in the eyes when you’re worshipping my cock.”

Dustin practically dove onto his cock, deep-throating him and making Bryce moan with pleasure as he slowly laved every centimeter of his cock back up to the tip. He cupped his hands around Dustin’s head, not forcing him, but letting him know who was in charge.

Part of him wanted to shoot the load down his throat.

Part of him wanted to hold back and put it in his ass, mark his boy sooner rather than later.

Why not both?

Hell, he hadn’t wanked in a couple of days. It’d be fun letting Dustin get him hard a second time and then riding his ass and being able to last for a while when he did.

“You swallow,” Bryce said. “Take it like a good boy.”

The moan Dustin let out as he doubled his efforts vibrated through Bryce’s balls and sent pleasant shivers of gooseflesh rippling over his body.

Dustin obviously liked being told what to do.

He tightened his grip on Dustin’s head, gradually taking control and seeing how he reacted to it. Within a couple of minutes, Bryce was calling the shots, and Dustin held on to Bryce’s legs for dear life.


Eager was more than half of it. He could tell Dustin really wanted to be doing this, wanted to be on his knees in front of Bryce and taking everything Bryce gave him. When he felt the sweet ache of his balls drawing tight, he plunged deep into his mouth one last time and held still as Dustin swallowed every drop of cum he gave him. He felt Dustin’s tongue against the underside of his cock as his throat worked, no hesitation at all.

Bryce loosened his grip, stroking Dustin’s hair. “Such a good boy,” he said. “Just like that.” When he caught his breath he pulled Dustin up and onto the bed with him. This time, he wanted to take his time.

He rolled Dustin onto his back and planted his hands on either side of his head before leaning in to kiss him. “I swear I wasn’t planning on doing this tonight when I asked if you wanted to drive me home.”

“Neither was I.” Dustin reached up and pulled Bryce down for another kiss. “I thought I’d be lucky if I made it through the dinner without you telling me thanks, but no thanks.”

“Oh, no chance of that, buddy.” He nibbled his way down Dustin’s jaw, to his ear, nipping the lobe.

Couldn’t get enough of him. Like he hadn’t even had dinner, and he was starving and Dustin was his all-you-can-eat buffet. “Lucky for me you only met stupid guys before tonight.” Bryce sat up, grabbing Dustin’s wrists in his hands and pinning them over his head. “I’m gonna have sooo much fun getting to know every inch of your body and marking it as mine.”

He slanted his lips over Dustin’s for another kiss. No hesitation when Bryce traced the seam of his lips—they parted for him immediately, completely open to him.

“Can you spend the night?” Bryce hoped he wasn’t making a mistake, but there was just…something about the guy.

“Yes, please, Sir. I’d like that.”

Bryce smiled and sat up, releasing his wrists.

Dustin kept his hands where Bryce had put them. “Ooooh, you perfect fucking man. You know how to be Sir’s good boy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”



Dustin’s voice sounded dreamy, definitely subspace achieved.

Bryce reached out to play with his nipples, see how sensitive they were, and was pleased to find Dustin moaned when he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.

“Ooh, there are definitely nipple clamps in your future, buddy. And probably a ball gag, too, because if Kira stays with me for long, like hell am I not going to play with you.” He leaned in and nuzzled noses with him. “And if you aren’t making noises, then I’m not doing something right one way or another.” He kissed Dustin again as he tweaked his nipples.

More sweet moans from the man.

Aaaannnd there went Bryce’s cock, ready for round two.

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