Suncoast Society
A Crafty Ever After
Following Cali’s health scare, Sean and Max have played the double-Dom card and put their feet down. She will marry one of them so she’ll finally have good health insurance. They don’t care which one.
Except when Cali can’t choose between them, she leaves the decision in their hands. And because life is never boring with Sean and Max, they can’t do anything the easy way. Where’s the fun in that? Now the two crafty bastards have yet another trick up their troublemaking sleeves to keep their beloved wife on her toes.
So how long, exactly, can the men conceal the groom’s true identity from their bride?
Genres: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 20,274
A Crafty Ever After
Suncoast Society
Tymber Dalton

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A Crafty Ever After
Copyright © 2018 by Tymber Dalton
ISBN: 978-1-64243-288-6
First Publication: July 2018
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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 forty books and counting, 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
This book starts just before the point where A Spanktacular Fourth ends, overlapping some of the events toward the end of that book. That book really should be read before this one.
Cali, Max, and Sean were first featured in Crafty Bastards, and have also been featured in Kinko de Mayo, Happy Spank Patrick’s Day, This Moody Bastard, Happy Spanksgiving, Friends in Common, and A Spanktacular Fourth. They’ve appeared in other stories as secondary characters.
Why wasn’t this story part of A Spanktacular Fourth? Well, Max, Sean, and Cali are all sadists, need I remind you. They took their sweet time giving me this story. Once they did, I realized the completely different tone of this story—as you’ll soon see—meant it was more appropriate to tell on its own.
Yes, there will be many more stories featuring this triad in the future, don’t worry. (And if you want to find out what had Tony so uncharacteristically upset in A Spanktacular Fourth, keep an eye out for Things to Do in Denver, which covers those events.)
Some of the other characters in this book appear in or are featured in previous books in the Suncoast Society series.
While most of 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
70. I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead
71. Through With Love
72. Judgment of the Moon and Stars
73. For the Roses
74. A Spanktacular Fourth
75. Blue Motel Room
76. A Cr
afty Ever After
TABLE OF CONTENTS
A Crafty Ever After
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
A Crafty Ever After
Suncoast Society
TYMBER DALTON
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
The day before the ultimatum…
It was a little after seven Sunday morning, and Max sat on the couch and stared at his laptop screen. Baxter, their black and white tuxedo cat, stood on the coffee table and glared at him because Max wasn’t paying him any attention.
Max was the first one awake that morning and glad of it, because it gave him some privacy to do this little chore. Currently, he was logged into their company’s employee portal for their health insurance.
For Sean’s account with them.
It was six days since they’d almost lost Cali.
All because she’d been too stubborn to do what they’d told her to do and spend money on a decent fucking health insurance policy. A decision, combined with her pride, that had almost cost her fucking life.
Over a goddamned tiny cat bite, which had led to an ER trip several days later after it got infected, which had led to Cali having a severe allergic reaction to antibiotics they gave her, which nearly killed her and put her into ICU overnight.
Now, granted, the cat bite technically was his and Sean’s fault, because the men had been the ones to accidentally spook Baxter while they were experimenting with their sparkler flogger prototype and pyrotechnic technique in the backyard.
Baxter reached out with his paw and patted Max’s knee. “Maow.”
“Not now, nip fiend.”
Compounding Max’s guilt was the fact that he and Sean had dropped the ball in following up with Cali about her health insurance. They’d assumed she’d use joint household funds to purchase a decent policy. Their BDSM dynamic didn’t extend to the men controlling things like that for her, but Max had—once again—assumed a little fucking common sense on her part would come into play.
He’d never imagined her pride and her self-imposed feelings of not wanting to be a “mooch” meant she’d put her health second and her pride first.
An idea had been brewing in his mind ever since last week, once their fear of Cali losing her life—or at the very least, her hand—had faded and she’d been discharged from the hospital.
Except he’d need Sean to go along with it.
It’d also mean being sneaky around Cali, which wasn’t even part of the problem.
Baxter grew more insistent and patted his knee again. “Maow.”
“Not right now, Baxter.”
He made seven thousand more a year than Sean did at Sarton, the builder they worked for. His insurance was slightly more expensive than Sean’s only because he was a year older than him.
When he heard their bedroom door open, he quickly closed out the browser and shut the laptop lid, sitting it on the coffee table and heading for the kitchen. Baxter immediately stepped onto his laptop and settled there in catloaf energy-saving mode.
Sean emerged from the hallway, naked and still half asleep, his hair all wonky.
And still missing part of his right eyebrow, which was, fortunately, growing back.
His eyebrow having been another unfortunate casualty of their sparkler flogger experiment.
Max pulled him into his arms. “What are you doing awake so early, buddy?”
Max nuzzled the top of Sean’s head. His guy was absolutely adorable in vulnerable moments like this. “Sorry. Wanted to do some stuff this morning.”
“What stuff?”
“Research.” He heard the bedroom door open again. “We’ll talk tonight after Cali goes to sleep,” he whispered.
That earned him a sleepy frowny face, but Sean knew better than to question him.
Cali emerged from their bedroom, wearing one of Sean’s T-shirts that fell past her ass—and the sling for her arm. “Please tell me there’s coffee.”
Sean immediately set about making her a mug while Max kissed her good-morning. “You don’t need to be up yet.”
“Well, I am. Going to bed early messes with my internal alarm clock. Plus you two weren’t in bed.”
Her meds made her sleepy, and both men had felt exhausted last night after a day spent out in the workshop to catch up on packing orders and making more implements. That was in addition to doing all the housework Cali wasn’t allowed to do right now after none of it had been done since last Monday, when all hell broke loose.
Except for scooping Baxter’s cat pan, of course.
As a result, they’d all been sound asleep by eight o’clock last night, which for them on a Saturday night was a miracle in and of itself.
Usually, that’s when their evening was just cranking up, their Saturday nights frequently becoming really early Sunday mornings. Especially when they were volunteering at the club.
“Ah. Sorry, sweetheart.” He tried to avoid looking at her right hand, which was wrapped in a huge, gauze-covered contraption they’d dubbed the Frankenhand. She’d been discharged home Thursday, and had an appointment tomorrow morning for a follow-up with the surgeon, which Essie would take her to. Cali had a drain in her index finger, where they’d had to go in and flush out the infection, but it seemed to be healing now. She’d still be on medicine for a while, to make sure the infection didn’t return.
At least she was using the sling this morning like the doctor had ordered her to.
But seeing her wounded hand, it made his stomach roll, knowing how close they’d come to losing her. They’d never had a near-miss like that before, and it’d terrified not only him, but Sean, too.
She snuggled against him. “Why are you up so early?”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I was researching something for work tomorrow. I didn’t mean for both of you to get up, too.” Technically it wasn’t a lie, although he hated bending the truth to her or Sean, even for a reason as good as this one.
“I thought I was the workaholic.” A yawn escaped her.
“You are, sweetheart. No one’s going to take your title away from you there.”
Sean handed her a mug of coffee. “Damn sure not me.” Sean waited to let go of the mug until he was sure she had it secure in her left hand. It wasn’t her dominant hand, and sometimes she fumbled and dropped things, being limited to the one hand for now. “I’ll go scoop Baxter’s pan.”
“Thank you, buddy,” Max said, leaning in for a kiss.
“Where is the nip fiend, anyway?”
“Coffee table.”
Sean headed off to do it, leaving Max in the kitchen with Cali.
Her gaze had followed Sean and returned to Max once they were alone again. “You realize I can do things, right?”
He upshifted straight into Dom mode.
Do not pass GO, do not collect a damn cent.
“What did we tell you?” While phrased as a question, his tone definitely indicated it was more a declarative statement.
She looked like she was working on the start of a good pout. “I’m not allowed to do anything.”
“So what does that mean?”
“That Max is a big meaniepants.” She sipped her coffee.
He snorted. “Sorry, babe, but neither of us are budging on this. You’re going to let your hand heal, and Essie is going to sit on your ass during the day while we’re at work. I hear from her you aren’t obeying the doctor’s orders or our rules, you’re going to see the bad side of me and Sean both.”
“I feel useless.”
He got it, why she felt that way—especially after what her ex did to her—but Cali didn’t seem to see the b
igger picture. “If you try to do too much and either re-injure your hand, or the infection doesn’t heal right, you could lose your hand. Now, what makes more sense? Taking it easy for a few weeks, or going through life called Stumpy Junior?”
She snorted. “I’m not wearing the T-Rex outfit.”
One of the things he and Sean both loved and adored about Cali was her fiercely independent streak.
On the flip side, one of the things that irritated Sean and Max, in cases like this, was her fiercely independent streak.
Except they’d never had a case like this before. Not really.
And he’d damn sure make certain they never did again.
But that would require a chat alone with Sean.
And a whole lot of Dom ’tude from himself.
* * * *
Sean was in the process of scooping Baxter’s litter pan when the nip fiend himself strolled into the guest bath where they kept it, ignored Sean, and stepped right into the pan and started digging around.
“Great, Baxter. Thanks.”
Baxter squatted, looked up at him, and gave him the kitty half-blink as Sean heard him taking a piss.
“Maow.”
“Maow yourself. Lucky we love you.”
No, he wasn’t upset at Baxter for what happened. He loved the little furball. If anything, Sean felt guilty Cali had gotten bit.
It could have been worse.
He didn’t want to go there in his thoughts, but when one is standing and waiting for a cat to finish his morning constitutional while you’re in the middle of trying to scoop his cat pan, it’s not like one had anywhere to go but up.
Thank god Essie saw her hand and forced her to the doctor.
More guilt, that he and Max hadn’t paid closer attention to Cali’s hand, much less that they hadn’t followed up with Cali about her health insurance situation a long time ago. They worked all week, and after work were either playing hard with her, or making stuff for their Two Crafty Bastards Toys website, or volunteering over at Venture.