Suncoast Society
A Spanktacular Fourth
Life’s never boring with Max and Sean, but Cali wouldn’t have them any other way. Still, it’d be nice if they both had two eyebrows and weren’t trying to set each other on fire.
Except when a routine evening volunteering at the club turns into anything but, it’s just the start of a chain of events that will upend all their lives…and leave Cali fighting for hers.
Genres: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 28,528
A Spanktacular Fourth
Suncoast Society
Tymber Dalton

Siren Publishing, Inc.
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A Spanktacular Fourth
Copyright © 2018 by Tymber Dalton
ISBN: 978-1-64243-245-9
First Publication: June 2018
Cover design by Harris Channing
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For 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 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
Cali, Max, and Sean have been featured in Crafty Bastards, Kinko de Mayo, Happy Spank Patrick’s Day, This Moody Bastard, Happy Spanksgiving, and Friends in Common. They’ve also appeared in other stories as secondary characters. Tony and Shayla were featured in The Denim Dom and Click, and have appeared in other books as secondary characters.
The sequel to this book is A Crafty Ever After, and I made a deliberate choice to write that follow-up as its own book because of the drastically different tone (which will soon become apparent) from this one.
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
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
TABLE OF CONTENTS
A Spanktacular Fourth
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
A Spanktacular Fourth
Suncoast Society
TYMBER DALTON
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
An e-mail sent out by Tony Daniels to specially selected members of the Suncoast Society munch group:
May 31…
Dear Friends,
Once again, Cali, Max, and Sean have offered to host a Suncoast Society 4th of July Spanktacular party in their home. Maybe we should take up a collection to get their heads examined. (Paging resident head-shrinkers Ted, Doyle, and Niall.)
By the way, this is Niall’s first party back since he left for California, so you know it’ll be a hoot. He’s going to do a little hypnosis demo at 8, and will be available for questions or hypnosis help if you’re into that sort of thing.
Cali has requested extra fire extinguishers be brought. (I’m not sure I want to know.)
You and your significant (or non-significant) other(s) are invited. Dress up (or undress) for a sexy night of kinky festivities, fun, and frivolity. There won’t be a rigging contest this time, but we will have a suspension frame available.
The event takes place Saturday, July 3rd. RSVP to Tony BEFORE June 30th. Directions and parking instructions will be sent to those who RSVP on July 1st.
Arrive after 6:00 p.m.
Dinner will be at 7:00 p.m.
Stay and play until ???
There is a heated pool and a hot tub. If you’d like to use them, bring a towel and a bathing suit. The towel is mandatory, but the suit is optional.
Please bring a side dish to share, and beverages of your choice. There will be a main barbecue dish provided (beef and chicken).
HOUSE RULES:
1) Please arrive in non-fetish attire. The neighbors are very vanilla and we do not want to upset their peaceful world.
2) Dress for a sexy barbecue. If you want to change (or strip) after dark for sexy play, that’s okay, too.
3) Don’t bring uninvited guests (we usually say yes if you want to add someone, but please ask first), and please don’t talk about the party to anyone not on the guest list.
4) NO drugs. No smoking inside (outside on lanai ONLY in designated area).
5) Alcohol is allowed, but you must bring your own and play responsibly.
6) Please leave the parking spaces near the house free for people bringing play furniture. If you wish to bring play furniture, please coordinate with Ross, Tony, or Max. Due to street parking, please pay attention to the parking instructions that will be included in the confirmation e-mail.
7) No flushing anything down the toilet that isn’t toilet paper or didn’t come from inside your…
Chapter Two
We are going to need way more fire extinguishers.
Cali sat at their poolside table on the lanai that Saturday afternoon and watched Sean and Max in the backyard.
They were “experimenting.”
The air quotes were totally visible.
Screw that, I’m going to need to lower our deductibles on their health insurance and on our homeowner’s insurance.
Then again, this might be one of those cases where it would be considered self-inflicted and not covered by either policy.
I really should clarify that one of these days.
At least the men had health insurance through their jobs. It was something they’d badgered her to look into for herself, but their Two Crafty Bastards Toys website didn’t pay her a big enough salary to afford anything more than a cheap policy with an uber-high deductible that was helpful for devastating events and really wasn’t practical for routine doctor visits. She also did freelance web work for the animal shelter she used to work for, and a couple of other clients, but those gigs didn’t pay a lot.
If she got herself a decent policy, it would literally eat up everything she made, and then some, meaning she couldn’t contribute back to their household. Sure, the men’s salaries were more than enough to pay their bills, but she was no mooch.
So she’d stalled and delayed and let the conversation go, and, in typical fashion, the men had forgotten about it.
Baxter, her black and white tuxedo cat, wound himself around her feet and demanded attention. She picked him up and held him in her lap. “I know, sweetie. Your daddies are batshit insane. It’s time I come to grips with that. That’s all right. We still love them.”
It was the middle of June, and the men were prepping for the Fourth of July kinky party they were hosting in a couple of weeks.
Ross offered to host it. Noooo. I had to be a hero.
Honestly, when the men had flown this particular idea past her a couple of weeks ago, she’d heard “sparkly flogger.”
She’d swear that’s what she heard.
Then again, she’d been buried in her monthly reports and trying to get the sales tax invoice ready to send to the state, and she’d had her music playing.
Of course she’d okayed a sparkly flogger. She didn’t know where the men were getting the materials, but it sounded like fun. She’d even imagined how she could rig Sean as the unicorn—or even in his Stumpy the T-Rex outfit—and do a website header shoot for it.
Apparently, she needed to get her hearing checked.
That, or else the men had deliberately pulled a fast one on her.
Well, they are consenting adults.
Sean let out a yip of pain, and Max hit him in the face with a blast from the hose.
Okay, so they’re consenting. The adult part is still up for debate.
They weren’t exactly acting like adults at that particular moment.
She pulled out her phone and added aloe vera burn gel and fire extinguishers to the shopping list.
“Ow! Goddammit, Sean!”
“Well, you should have moved faster.”
Baxter startled, clawing Cali in the thigh as he did and catching her in the right thumb with his teeth as he frantically twisted and scrambled to jump down while she was trying to lower him to the ground. He raced toward the living room slider that was left cracked open and streaked into the house.
Cali decided that wasn’t such a bad idea. She stood.
“Hey, where you going, babe?” Sean called out.
“Scream if you need 911. I can’t watch this.”
She headed inside and closed the slider behind her. Three thin lines of blood appeared on her left thigh, just past the hem of her shorts, where Baxter’s nails had caught her. When she squeezed her right thumb, two points of blood appeared on the pad.
Goddammit.
Had to be her dominant hand, of course. And now that she was evaluating her injuries, she realized he’d also gotten her right index finger, at the last joint.
Not that she was a stranger to injuries. That was called “life with Max and Sean 101.” Plus she was always getting nicks and scratches out in the workshop. Hell, the men had accidentally opened larger blood welts on her with a dragontail before. And having previously worked at the local animal shelter, she’d gotten scratched and bit on a regular basis, especially by the ferals.
She headed for the master bathroom and pulled a bottle of alcohol from under the sink. Grabbing a couple of cotton balls, she dabbed at the scratches on her leg first.
Damn, that stings.
She squeezed more blood out of her thumb, and out of the bite on her index finger, but now she realized the ones on her fingers were deeper than she first thought.
Opting to wash her hands first, she scrubbed those fingers extra good with anti-bacterial soap, then soaked two more cotton balls in alcohol, hissing in pain as she swabbed the wounds with them.
Dammit. Those are going to hurt like a bastard tomorrow.
She dug out antibiotic ointment and a couple of bandages and five minutes later had finished doctoring herself.
Out in the living room, one of the sliders opened and she heard Sean muttering. A moment later he stalked into their bathroom, shirtless, and pulling up short when he saw her.
“Please tell me I’m not missing an eyebrow.”
She leaned in. “Well, the right one looks pretty singed.”
“Motherfucker.” He stepped around her and leaned in to examine it in the mirror, reaching up and wiping at his eyebrow. “That is going to look fucking weird at work on Monday.”
“It’s go
ing to look fucking weird at the club. We’re volunteering tonight, dumbass. Remember?”
“Oh, yeah.” He turned and seemed to see her injuries for the first time. “What happened to you?”
She held up her right hand, flipping him a bird with it. “Baxter freaked out while you two jackasses were setting each other on fire. He was sitting in my lap and got me.” She pointed her middle finger down at her thigh, indicating the scratches there.
“Oooh, ouch. Damn, babe. Sorry.”
“My own fault. I should have known better than to put him in my lap while you two are trying to burn down the house.”
“Maybe you’ll turn into a werepussy.”
She flipped him another bird as he grinned, leaning in for a kiss from her.
Max, also shirtless, appeared in the doorway. “It’s out. Did you lose the whole eyebrow?”
“No, but we created collateral damage.” He pointed at Cali’s hand.
Max winced. “What happened?”
She repeated the story.
Max’s brow furrowed. “Sorry about that, babe. Do we need to run you to a walk-in clinic?”
“No. Phhthhp. Puhlease, I got worse than this at the animal shelter. Hell, I’ve had worse than this from you two waling on me. Besides, we don’t have time for that.” She turned to exit the bathroom. “Make sure you’ve completely extinguished the backyard, please. We need to leave here in an hour if we’re going to grab dinner on the way.”
She loved the two jokers but, sometimes, it was like having two toddlers running around.
Worse, toddlers with engineering degrees, credit cards, bad ideas, and the ability to buy the items to bring about their potential demise, along with a mutually sadistic evil streak between them.
Thank god they got vasectomies.
She knew she’d never be able to handle having an actual child of her own thrown into the mix with the two of them to babysit.