Suncoast Society
Like the Seasons
Boyd’s determined to make his relationship with Caleb succeed, no matter what they must do to keep it a secret at work until they can transfer Caleb. The fact that Caleb isn’t freaked out over Boyd’s long-lost daughter, Ella, is more proof, to Boyd that they’re meant to be together.
Caleb never thought he’d find happiness—until a friend’s sneakiness brought him and Boyd together. But Caleb knows his family won’t be happy if they discover his secret. Between keeping the situation hidden at work, and avoiding his family, it’s stressful. Helping Boyd’s daughter is not only the right thing to do, it’s a great distraction.
When Ella’s nearly killed, Caleb steps forward to help the man he loves by taking over to care for her, adding yet another complication to their already shaky situation. But when Caleb’s family decides to meddle, Boyd refuses to back down and will do whatever it takes to fight for his boy…and their happiness.
Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), BDSM, Contemporary
Length: 41,441 words
LIKE THE SEASONS
Suncoast Society
Tymber Dalton

Siren Publishing, Inc.
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A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
LIKE THE SEASONS
Copyright © 2018 by Tymber Dalton
ISBN: 978-1-64243-089-9
First Publication: March 2018
Cover design by Harris Channing
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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, Caleb, and other characters in this book were first featured in Indifference of Heaven, and that book really should be read first. Yes, Kent, and others, will be getting their own books. Look for Kent’s story in Through With Love. Boyd was first briefly introduced in Steady Rain.
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
69. Like the Seasons
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
Like the Seasons
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
Like the Seasons
Suncoast Society
TYMBER DALTON
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
Then
I hate my life.
Caleb stared at the drizzly, cold March day outside. It was easier to sit there in his old Toyota and eat his lunch with the heater running than to pretend to want to socialize with his coworkers.
Too many of them who knew one or more people in his immediate family.
I hate Virginia.
It didn’t matter that he’d been born and raised there. He wanted out. His mother was, once again, dragging him to church all day Sunday. When she’d asked if he had plans on Sunday and he’d stupidly said no without thinking, she’d assumed it meant she could make plans for him.
All he wanted to do on Sunday was sleep late and vegetate.
Nope. He would now be attending church with her, and then some sort of social after.
Where his mom wanted to introduce him to the daughter of a friend of hers.
Ugh.
Not going wasn’t an option, unfortunately. Especially since she’d finalized the plans with her friend and the friend’s daughter. If he tried to cancel, she’d guilt-trip him, or, worse, ask his dad to “talk with him” and convince him to go.
The last thing he wanted was that kind of “talk” with his father. In fact, he avoided contact with his father as much as possible, now that he no longer lived under the man’s roof. Too much risk in his secret being discovered, and Caleb had no illusions what the man would attempt if he figured it out.
His father was six-four compared to Caleb’s five-seven. Years spent working in coal mines meant he was still as strong as ever and quite capable of kicking Caleb’s ass.
If Caleb tried to ignore his mother pounding on his door Sunday morning, she’d just start calling him, and then would call his landlord—her best friend’s brother-in-law—to come outside, walk around the side of the garage, and unlock the door to the tiny efficiency apartment over the garage.
Living less than a mile from his parents’ house, he had zero privacy and didn’t have the funds to move somewhere else.
He already knew how Sunday’s disaster would play out. Worse, all the while, he’d have to pretend to be het when he talked with the woman. He’d end up having to agree to go out once or twice with her due to badgering from his mom and hers, and either letting her down nicely on the first date, or acting like a dick to her to make her go away because she couldn’t take a hint that he wasn’t interested in her.
Just like his mother and three sisters, all younger, couldn’t take a hint.
And his father…
Caleb shuddered.
Maybe it is better to play het for a while longer.
That would metaphorically be less painful than the physical pain he knew he’d experience admitting to his father he was gay.
At least his sisters had stopped trying to fix him up because their friends all complained to them after their dates about what a dick their brother was.
During college he’d recognized he was gay, and kinky, but terror that his family might discover his secret kept him firmly locked in the closet while there. He couldn’t date guys locally. He damn sure couldn’t risk trying to find a kink scene anywhere nearby. He had a PO Box at a UPS store in town where he received his mail and the occasional package he ordered from websites, packages that would curl his family’s hair and have them dragging him to church to repent his sins if they knew the contents.
Those particular toys he kept locked away in the storage trunk he’d taken with him to college, and which now resided under his bed.
Eventually, he would find a job somewhere else. Somewhere far enough away from his family where they couldn’t easily drive to visit him and drop in without any notice.
Far enough away his mother couldn’t guilt-trip him into going to church with her, or fix him up with daughters of friends.
Far enough away he could finally…live.
Authentically.
As a kinky gay man.
A submissive kinky gay man.
I hate my life.
Once he finished his sandwich, he used his iPhone to cruise job listings. A civil engineer, he was currently working for the county zoning department and had been for the past five years. Unfortunately, he was low man on the ladder in a department of five, and he made a salary barely over minimum wage. The good things about the post were the health benefits, the paid vacation time, the relative job security, and the retirement benefits—if he stayed that long.
They nearly always promoted from within. He’d been hired to replace the guy who moved up a step when the head of zoning, Roy Innis, had retired after twenty-five years, and everyone below him had advanced a step as a result. Roy had originally started out in the same position Caleb now occupied.
Probably at the same damn salary as when Roy was first hired, too. Because god forbid they actually pay a real, living wage.
At twenty-nine, he felt like he was stuck in suspended animation. Except, meanwhile, he was still aging and life was passing him by.
There has to be more to life than this.
He was about to shut down his browser when he scrolled a little farther and saw a job listing in Sarasota County, Florida, for the county, working in their planning department.
Hot damn!
One good thing about the past five years—it’d given him valuable work experience that many candidates fresh out of college would not have, and planning and zoning departments worked hand-in-hand anyway, so it wasn’t like he was totally clueless. He copied the link and e-mailed it to himself to look at that night after he went home.
The last thing he wanted was to let anyone at work get so much as a hint he was thinking about changing jobs, much less moving out of the area.
Because the first thing he could count on any of them to do would be to rat him out to his family, since most of his coworkers were either friends with his parents or sisters, or attended the same church as them.
Caleb had forgotten about the job posting when he finally arrived home later that evening. He’d stopped by the grocery store for a few basics for his tiny kitchen that was such only in the loosest of definitions. He had a large sink that also doubled as his bathroom sink, a four-burner hotplate, a small fridge, a large microwave, and a countertop convection oven just large enough to roast a chicken or cook a round pan of biscuits. Maybe a small roast.
The toilet and shower stall were tucked into a small closet-sized corner. At least it was well-insulated, and the large space heater they’d given him to use kept it toasty in the winter. The window-shaker AC unit kept it cool enough on the hottest summer days. He had free cable and Internet, and only paid four hundred dollars total a month.
Cheaper than anywhere else, and no other utilities, either. At least it’d allowed him to pay off his car loan. A car that had seen better days, but it wasn’t eating him alive in repair costs yet, so the money he saved not shelling out a monthly payment went into savings.
He was in the bathroom scrolling through his e-mail when he saw the note to himself about the job listing. After finishing, he grabbed his laptop and looked up the listing, hope swelling within him.
Maybe a long-shot, but he pulled up his resume, freshened it, and followed the instructions to submit an application.
Fingers crossed!
The potential salary at the lowest end would be over double what he made now. Even if he had to buy a shitty RV and live in a trailer park somewhere, it’d be worth it to be living in Florida.
Hope stubbornly tried to peek through, but he firmly tamped it down. It wasn’t smart to get his hopes up too soon.
Still, all he could think about that night as he tried to go to sleep was maybe walking along a beach, hand-in-hand, with a guy.
* * * *
Now
Late that Friday afternoon, Caleb was driving Boyd up to Tampa International so he could catch his flight to Portland. If Caleb thought the past few months of his life were nuts, between his mov
e to Florida and his new job, it didn’t begin to compare to the past several weeks and the crazy-good whirlwind romance that had exploded between him and Boyd.
Who also happened to be his boss.
A situation that almost caused their relationship to not be a thing before it ever had a chance to get off the ground.
Thank goodness for meddling friends.
Even better, Boyd had proposed to him last weekend.
“I’ve never been to Oregon before,” Caleb said.
“Neither have I.” Boyd sighed. “I’m going to miss you.” His hand came to rest on Caleb’s right thigh, and Caleb’s hand settled over it.
“I’ll miss you, too, Daddy.” He smiled as Boyd groaned.
“You know what that does to me when you call me that.” He pulled Caleb’s hand onto his bulge and squeezed it around his cock before putting it back on his thigh. “I’m going to want to ride you like a pony when we’re together again.”
Caleb’s smile widened. His Sir was a sadist, and Caleb got his little tweaks in here and there, even though he was usually a masochist. “It’s only a week.” Caleb would fly out and join him next Friday, spend the weekend in Oregon with Boyd, and they’d fly home together that Sunday evening.
“I know, but I hate being away from you.”
“But this is a good thing, Sir. You’ve missed enough time with her already.”
Boyd’s daughter, Ella, who Boyd hadn’t even known about until mere days before he and Caleb took their relationship to the next level. After dropping the news on Boyd that he was her father, Ella had basically disappeared, and wouldn’t respond to calls or texts. She’d finally broken her silence last weekend and contacted him…but it turned out she actually lived in Oregon.
Now, Boyd was flying out to spend the week with her.
Boyd gently squeezed his hand before playing with the chainmaille bracelet around Caleb’s right wrist—his day collar. “That’s one of the reasons why I love you—because you’re practical and caring and not a selfish jerk. And you put up with me and my sadistic ways.”
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