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  Suncoast Society

  Any World That I’m Welcome To

  Neil isn’t just Tamsin’s gay best friend and roommate—he’s her Dom and adopted family. While she jokes she’d love to watch him and Dexter, her fiancé and Dom, together in bed, she knows that’ll never happen.

  Dexter isn’t jealous of Neil. As a paramedic, Dexter frequently spends days away from Tamsin. Plus, the older Dom is as much a mentor to Dexter as he is a friend. Neil’s never made a secret about his attraction to Dexter, even though he knows nothing will ever happen, since Dexter’s straight.

  Then, a drunk driver shatters their world, leaving Neil to step in and pick up the pieces for Dexter and Tamsin. They might never get her “back,” but Neil’s sworn to take care of her. Now the men are forced to forge deeper, stronger bonds both to take care of Tamsin…and each other.

  As their love grows, one question remains unanswered: what happens to them if—or when—Tamsin wakes up?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 62,607 words

  ANY WORLD THAT I'M

  WELCOME TO

  Suncoast Society

  Tymber Dalton

  

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  ANY WORLD THAT I'M WELCOME TO

  Copyright © 2017 by Tymber Dalton

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-430-3

  First Publication: June 2017

  Cover design by Harris Channing

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  DEDICATION

  To 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 is also the bestselling author of over one hundred 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

  Wade first appears with Cherise in The Strength of the Pack. While all 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. 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

  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

  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

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Landmarks

  Cover

  ANY WORLD THAT I'M

  WELCOME TO

  Suncoast Society

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  “Well, this is something I’ve never quite seen before,” Dexter snarked.

  He and fellow paramedic, Wade, stood beside the road and stared up at the large oak tree.

  Currently wedged in its branches, about twenty feet up, was a small Acura street racer. From the extremely vocal pleas for help coming from the two occupants, they suspected the men were likely miraculously lacking in life-threatening injuries.

  But Wade and Dexter couldn’t get up there to assess them until the guys on the truck got a ladder positioned and ropes securing the
car so they could climb up and check on them.

  “Get us down! Please!”

  Wade held up a hand to the driver. “Are you injured?”

  “No, I don’t think so. The air bags went off. Can’t you get us down?”

  “Noooo,” Dexter softly muttered. “We’re going to leave your drunk asses up there as a warning to other idiots. Dumbasses. What do they think we’re going to do?”

  Wade held out a fist for a bump and Dexter returned it.

  The passenger puked out his window, barely missing the firemen below trying to position a ladder.

  Wade shook his head. “Yeeeaaah, I’m not going up there, sorry. They can bring their puking asses down first. They’re moving around. They aren’t seriously injured. Shelton’s an EMT. He can evaluate them while he’s up there.”

  Twenty minutes later, the two men, both of them nineteen and highly intoxicated, based on the smell of their breath, were being carefully helped down a ladder.

  The driver, once on the ground, promptly puked on a deputy’s shoes.

  Dexter snorted. “Yeah, that’ll help,” he whispered to Wade.

  Other than facing a slew of charges, starting with DUI, underaged drinking, reckless driving, and street racing, all of which would probably cause revocation of their driver’s licenses and a complete and utter obliteration of their and their parents’ bank accounts, they were relatively unharmed. The passenger had a small scalp lac from where he’d bumped his head on the window, but it was easily patched up.

  This could have been infinitely worse and horrific.

  “I almost wish we didn’t have to transport the idiots,” Wade said. “I’d love to see how they get that freaking thing out of the damn tree.”

  Dexter snorted. “In this neighborhood? Strap it to the tree so it can’t fall out, and it could be called an art installation.”

  They exchanged another fist bump.

  “How much do you have to drink, exactly, to get your car into a tree from a flat road that’s at or near sea level?” Wade asked.

  “Way more than my liver can safely absorb. That’s for damn sure.”

  * * * *

  Fortunately, once he and Wade checked out the two knuckleheads and discerned that they weren’t seriously injured, the sheriff’s deputies handcuffed the kids and took over transporting them to the hospital.

  That meant they could sit there and wait and enjoy the show, presumably in case anyone got hurt trying to get the car out of the tree.

  “This livened up a boring Tuesday night, huh?” Wade asked.

  Dexter nodded. “Sure did. Nothing I like more than sitting on a street at two a.m. and watching wrecker drivers seeing if they can turn a tree into a car catapult.”

  He saw two wrecker drivers who’d received the rotation call staring at the tree, one of them talking on a cell phone.

  “Bet they have to get one of those semi wreckers in here. One of those big ones with a boom on it.”

  “Yeah?” Wade asked.

  “Sure. Drag it out.”

  “At least they didn’t land in a canal or in a retention pond or something.” Wade shuddered. “I had to handle one of those a couple of weeks ago when you were off, you lucky bastard. Eighty-three-year-old woman hit the gas instead of the brake, ended up backing into the water hazard at the golf course across the street from her house. Water up to my hips. Fortunately, she survived. It was shallow. Fucking alligators and water moccasins. Blech. That’s my big fear.”

  “Yeah, I hate those,” Dexter said. “Swampy area on a golf course last month. Nearly lost a damn shoe.”

  “I heard about that one.”

  “What is it with golf courses?” Dexter asked.

  “I dunno. We have a shit-ton of them around here, that’s for sure.”

  A few minutes later, sure enough, a third wrecker arrived, and the three drivers conferred, along with the lead deputy on the scene and a firefighter, about the best way to proceed.

  Wade nudged him. “Five bucks says they take out that fire hydrant trying to get the car down.”

  Dexter craned his head to look. “Oooh. Won’t take that bet. I think you’re right.”

  Twenty minutes later, the car was out of the tree…and fortunately Dexter and Wade had the sense of mind to move the ambulance farther down the block before they’d attempted it.

  The water company was on the way to shut off the water main and repair the broken hydrant. Which Dexter knew would truly endear the two little shit drivers to all the residents along the road who’d be without water coming up on morning.

  But at least they were now free to return to the station.

  “They had a pretty good first bounce there, though, when the cable slipped,” Wade said as he drove. “That’s got to be worth at least an eight.”

  “Yeah, but the Russian judge would have deducted style points.”

  They both laughed.

  * * * *

  Normally, in their department, an ambulance would be staffed with three people, at least one of them a paramedic. Unfortunately, due to a county budget dispute, the department was temporarily short-handed. Instead of giving them a third permanent crew member for the ambulance every shift rotation, they made sure there were enough certified EMTs running with the other trucks to make up the deficit. Historically for their station, they didn’t have the need that other stations in the county did. Theirs usually was a much quieter area, even during busy times, so they were the ones forced to be short-handed.

  It was Dexter’s turn to grab a nap. He didn’t even bother taking his shoes off and kicked back in a recliner in their station’s TV room. His shift would be over in twelve hours and he’d have two days off.

  Time he planned to spend with Tamsin.

  When he wasn’t sleeping.

  Fortunately, he lived in an apartment and didn’t have to take care of anything there, other than laundry. Which he could take with him to Tamsin and Neil’s and do it there, like he usually did. He’d probably be staying there his entire time off anyway. At least at Neil’s he could spank Tamsin and not worry about his neighbors freaking out and calling 911.

  Awkward.

  It’d been a while since he’d been able to get out to Venture, or even one of the munches, or dinners at Sigalo’s. He somehow managed to pull shifts that fell on Fridays or Saturdays, or he was just coming off shift and too exhausted to want to go out.

  At least Neil can take her out.

  That alleviated some of his guilt.

  He didn’t know how long he’d been dozing when he heard the alarm go off and a call-out for their rig. Jumping up from the chair, he bolted out the door to the bay, where Wade was already climbing behind the wheel.

  “I think you just beat your best time,” Wade teased.

  “Did you get the address?”

  “Yep.”

  The elderly man they transported to the ER with symptoms of a heart attack would hopefully pull through. When they handed him off, he was still conscious and talking to the nurses and doctors.

  After they finished the last of their paperwork and loaded the gurney, Wade yawned. “Man, I need a nap.”

  Dexter held his hands out for the keys. “My turn anyway.”

  Wade dropped them into his palm. “Be my guest. Damn, I need a nap and a spanking.”

  “I can let you take a nap. You need to wait for the spanking until you get home to your other half.”

  “Cherise gave you permission,” he joked.

  “Yeah, but I might find your ass too irresistible, then Neil and Tamsin would kill me.”

  Wade chuckled. “True story.”

  Another nice thing about them being partnered was that they knew each other’s dark personal secrets and were totes okay with that. Wade’s fiancée was also his Domme, while Dexter was a Dom. So they could joke around with each other.

  And Wade knew damn well Dexter was totally straight, as was Wade.

  Also, Dexter had no interest in spanking anyone other than Ta
msin, and Wade knew that, too.

  Someone had breakfast going when they returned to the station, the delicious aroma hitting them as soon as they opened the door from the bay to the interior. They both wolfed their food and had extra travel mugs of coffee ready and sitting in cup holders in the rig, knowing morning rush hour usually brought at least one call. Even if not for them to respond to directly, for them to reposition temporarily while another rig was out on a longer call.

  While Wade dozed, Dexter inventoried the rig and resupplied. Then he took a minute to go through his e-mail on his personal phone.

  There was one from Tamsin, sent twenty minutes earlier.

  Subject: I can explain, Sir

  He was almost afraid to open it. He saw it had an attachment.

  Resigned, he tapped on it and wondered what had happened.

  It was a picture of one of her car’s wheels, the tire flat and the rim…destroyed?

  He zoomed in to look at it.

  Holy crap.

  He finally read the e-mail’s text.

  I wasn’t paying attention when I was leaving Publix after getting groceries on my way home from work yesterday. I was focused on a pedestrian ahead of me when I turned, and I hit the curb at the end of the parking lot row. Neil wants to know if you want me to get strokes, and if so, how many? Mostly because his gelato melted while I was waiting on AAA instead of calling him to come change it for me.

  Love you,

  t.

  Oops. He wasn’t going to punish her for the destroyed wheel, even though it was the fourth one she’d gone through, and that wasn’t counting all the tires she’d wounded beyond repair in the past couple of years he’d known her.

  But one never fucked with Neil’s gelato.

  Dexter couldn’t blame Neil. It was damn good shit.