Simple Man, Simple Dream (MM)

Suncoast Society 88

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 20,053
13 Ratings (4.8)

[Siren Sensations ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Consensual BDSM May-December Romance, MM, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

Deacon spent his life as a single dad raising his daughter, Delaney. Now he’s retired, and his only job is taking care of his toddler granddaughter, Winter. But he’s also lonely and needs more out of life than that. Enter hot, hunky—and much younger—Ryland.

Deacon is the Daddy Dom of Ryland’s dreams, and the answer to his prayers. He honestly doesn’t care about their age difference because everything else between them is too perfect to pass up. Just one problem—Delaney isn’t happy about their age difference, and she’s bound and determined to break them up.

But when an emergency hits, risking not only Deacon’s life, but Winter’s, will Ryland step up, step in, and finally show Delaney once and for all why he deserves to be in their lives? Or will Ryland’s first real shot at true happiness be cruelly ripped from his hands before he even has a chance to enjoy it?

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
Simple Man, Simple Dream (MM)
13 Ratings (4.8)

Simple Man, Simple Dream (MM)

Suncoast Society 88

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 20,053
13 Ratings (4.8)
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Suncoast Society, Book 88. Come to Daddy…will it be okay? Is life ever what you want? Delaney and Winter are Deacon’s joy but can that be enough? Why does he feel life’s left him and his dreams in the dust? Del and Winter adore him. So why is Del determined to ruin his life? Then, with their usual timing, the powers that be turn Deacon’s life upside down. Lightning strikes, and his biggest dream appears. But how can this be? It can’t be real. Ryland’s too perfect! He charms Winter and even outlasts Del. What’s the catch? There’s always one lurking, right? Oh, there’s a tornado bearing down on everyone all right! It’s about to wreak havoc like no one’s ever seen. Is there any way to stop it? If not, will anyone survive to deal with the aftermath? Deacon’s truly a character in every sense of the word. He’s tough, loving, hilarious, and charming. He’s also as dominant as they come. He kind of freaked me out when I first met him. And Ryland? He’s a darling puppy dog of a man searching for his dream. It seems like forever, and he’s almost given up. I loved him from the second I met him. Both men’s needs seem simple, but are they? They seem the perfect match, at least at first. And that’s one of the things I loved about this book. Both men both have and have not. And what they have creates the need they can’t seem to fill. That’s the enigma that caught me deep in its web. Is this book sexy and hot? Absolutely! But there’s so much more here that held me captive. At times, I laughed. I also literally sobbed my heart out. Deacon and Ryland pulled at my heartstrings every step of the way. Delaney and Winter are delights that add just the right soupcon of deliciousness to the recipe. Tymber Dalton has done it again. This is hot, delicious, and absolutely flawless. Thank you, Ms. Dalton, for another Suncoast Society book that made me laugh, cry and go through every emotion in between! A final note. This is an ADULT book. It contains explicit language and BDSM sexual scenes. If you don't enjoy this genre, this may not be the book for you. Check the book blurbs and reviews available on Goodreads and all the booksellers where the book’s sold. Please use them before buying this book. I loved this book and think you will too! Thanks for reading my review and happy reading!
Pam S.
Deacon just wants someone to call his own and who will call him Daddy. After raising his daughter and helping to raise his granddaughter, he figures it's time for him. When he meets Ryland, he thinks he has found the man for him. Ryland just wants someone to love him for who he is!! Deacon is a dream come true for him. I love how the relationship builds slowly over time. The only fly in the ointment is Deacon's daughter, Delaney! At times, I wanted to just reach through and smack her upside the head!!! Her daughter, Winter, was more compassionate, than her mom was. And Winter is just a sweetie!!!! When Ryland is the only one who can stop a tragedy, will Delaney come to her senses? Get the book and enjoy the story!

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Ryland must have lived right the next week, because early that Saturday evening, he was on his way to the address in Venice for the party.

Thank you, Universe.

He’d told work he would be unavailable until Monday, but for obvious reasons didn’t say why. Normally, if there was some sort of emergency—by his employees’ standards or his own—they could call or text him for immediate guidance.

It wasn’t often he went off-the-grid, so to speak.

Hopefully they won’t burn the damn place down before Monday.

When he pulled up to the gate, he nervously punched in the four-digit code he’d been given and then breathed a sigh of relief as it swung open for him.

Holy. Shit.

He’d dressed in a casual button-up shirt and jeans, because he’d been assured that casual was fine, and naked would be the normal later, anyway.

He was actually looking forward to that part. He wasn’t being narcissistic to hope that someone seeing his body might snag him company for the night without scaring him off by telling them what he did for a living.

Obviously, he could post naked or nearly naked pics on his dating profile accounts, except he didn’t want to. His family knew he was gay, but relations were strained enough with them as it was without one of them sniffing around and coming up with pics like that.

At least his parents had moved up to Tampa, and his younger sister and her husband now lived in Orlando. That was a comfortable enough distance to make them all satisfied with the status quo. He could text with them, or chat on the phone, but neither he nor they expected drop-in visits without a lot of warning first. Add to the fact that sometimes his work schedule was irregular, and it was perfect.

They no longer bugged him about being “sure” if he was gay or not, and he didn’t bring anyone to holiday dinners.

Then again, he didn’t have anyone to bring to holiday dinners. Once he reached that point, he’d have to cross that bridge when he came to it.

The scattered aunts and uncles and cousins really weren’t close enough to him relationship-wise to be anything other than annoyingly nosy from time-to-time.

So he tended to ignore them. He didn’t give a shit what anyone saw him do on Facebook, so they could feel free to stalk him all they wanted on there.

There wasn’t any dirt to dish from that pile.

There were a couple of cars already parked in front of the house when he drove up. And when he walked up to the front door, it was already opening, and Tim stood there, smiling.

“You made it.” Tim shook with him.

“Yeah, sorry again about last week. We had people out sick, and were short-handed, and it’s our busiest night of the week.”

“No worries, we understand. Come on in and we’ll introduce you around.” He led him inside, where Ryland nervously followed him deeper into the house.

These guys obviously had money, just from the size of the property and looking at the house. But Tim and Paul had specifically told him when talking to him about the party that income didn’t matter, to them. They had guys from all walks of life, age groups, and income status. They were more interested in nice guys who liked to have a good time, and who weren’t dicks.

And he finally got to meet Kent, who was Tim and Paul’s third.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Kent said, draping an arm around his shoulders and leading him outside, presumably to show him the pool. But then he spoke softly. “The guy we want to introduce you to will be here soon. Just like I’ve told him, there’s no pressure. If you don’t feel it, no worries, and you’re free to do whatever. I kind of want to give you two first crack at each other, heh, right?”

“Sure, no problem.”


They returned to the house, where he was introduced to the other guys. Apparently they’d been to previous parties and knew the rules, so Kent went through them with Ryland.

Then they heard a chime.

“Ah, that’s probably him,” Kent said. He left to go meet him at the door.

A moment later, they heard a motorcycle.

“Oh, that’s definitely him,” Tim said, smiling. He leaned in. “You like older guys, right?”

“Yeah. I definitely have a type.”

“This guy is hot,” Paul said. “If I wasn’t taken, I’d do him in a heartbeat.”

When Kent returned with the guy, Ryland’s mouth went dry. Tim and Paul hadn’t been lying—the guy was hot. Shaved head, grey beard and mustache, and intense brown eyes that seemed to bore right through him as Kent led him over. He was dressed in bike leathers and carried a duffel bag in one hand.

Do me, Daddy!

Apparently, not only had he lived right that week, he’d lived very right.

Thank you, Universe!




Deacon hoped it wasn’t rude that he was heading to the playroom with Ryland this soon. On his way through the living room, where some of the guys were half-naked, he pointed at the hallway and made the thumbs-up gesture to Kent, who grinned and flashed him a thumbs-up in return.

They grabbed their shit from the spare bedroom on the way, then Deacon punched in the code at the door.

Once that swung shut behind them, Deacon pointed at a framed set of rules on the wall by the door. “Read that, then we’ll talk some more. If you have to go out, flip that lever on the lock so you can get back in, or else you’ll need the passcode.” He set his bag on the bed, dug what he needed out of it, then set it aside on the floor, where it’d be out of their way.

Once Ryland finished reading it, he walked over. “What next, Daddy?”

Fuck me,” he said. He grabbed Ryland’s hand and placed it over his crotch, squeezing his fingers around the outline of his aching dick through the denim. “You feel that, kid? That’s for you.”

Ryland smiled. “Oooh, Daddy.”

Deacon squeezed his hand around his cock again. “That’s going in you tonight. Definitely in your ass. Maybe after I recover and we clean up, I’ll see how sweet that mouth of yours is, too. Can you stay all night?”

“I sure can.”

“Good.” With his free hand, he grabbed Ryland by the back of the head and pulled him in for a kiss. Fuck, the boy could even kiss good, too.

“Here’s how this works tonight,” Deacon told him. “Unless you safeword, I’m going to keep going. I need you to safeword if you don’t want to do something, or it’s too intense. It won’t piss me off, I swear. Doesn’t even mean I’ll necessarily stop what we’re doing, if you call red, tell me oh, it’s a leg cramp, we fix it, and then you want to keep going. So don’t be afraid to tell me red if you need to. I ask you how you’re doing, if you don’t tell me one of those three things, I will stop. Even if you’re loving what I’m doing. Okay?”

Ryland nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

He let out a growl and kissed him again. “Fuck, that’s hot. Get naked. Now.” He released him and stepped back to watch him strip.

The boy toed his sneakers off, his socks, then unfastened his jeans.

His legs and ass were just as gorgeous as the rest of him.

Holy hell, his cock was nice, too.

Yes, he was a little beefier than Deacon was usually attracted to, but this worked for him. Maybe it was how new the guy was, he didn’t know, but Deacon was already trying to work out a schedule in his head so he could take the guy out to eat this week and spend some time with him in a public setting where they’d both be forced to keep their clothes on.


* * * *


Ryland had never had someone look at him with the level of pure, deep, hungry lust currently boiling in Deacon’s dark gaze right that moment.

He didn’t even feel the slightest bit self-conscious about how hard his own cock was, because, damn.

Deacon slowly circled him. “I’ve changed my mind.” He pointed at the floor, snapping his fingers. “Knees, now. I want to feel your mouth on me. Don’t make Daddy come, but I’ve got to get a sample of that.”

He started unfastening his jeans as Ryland sank to his knees, his mouth already falling open for the man.

As Deacon stepped in, he freed his cock, and Ryland once again felt his mouth watering.

This was going to be a night to remember in damn good ways, even if nothing else came of it other than this, right now.

Deacon kept one hand circled around the base of his cock as he started tracing Ryland’s lips with the head. Ryland flicked his tongue out, chasing him, trying to taste his pre-cum.

“Mmm-hmm. Daddy like.”

Ryland reached out and wrapped his hands around Deacon’s legs, marveling at the muscles he felt beneath the leather and denim.

Deacon’s jacket and leathers creaked as he slowly slipped his cock between Ryland’s lips. “Fuuuck, boy. That’s it. Suck Daddy’s cock.”

A sweet, low hum started filling Ryland’s mind, and he wondered if that was subspace. It felt like he could kneel here all night in front of him, doing this. The warm, salty tang of his pre-cum filled Ryland’s mouth as he licked and sucked on his prick.

“Ohh, we are going to have us some fun tonight,” Deacon said as he slowly fucked Ryland’s mouth. “A lot of fun.”

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