Ask DNA:Suncoast Society

By: Tymber Dalton

Suncoast Society

Ask DNA

After nothing but bad luck, Melanie’s ready to give up on love. She puts herself in her friends’ hands and goes with them to a shibari class at Venture. It seems her luck changes when she meets Kirby and his fraternal twin brother, Davis.

Kirby and Davis are immediately smitten. While fully independent, Davis falls on the high-functioning end of the autism spectrum. Even better, Kirby realizes Melanie seems to understand Davis in a way few people ever have. Davis knows he’s not the easiest person to live with, but Melanie soothes his mind like no one else. He’s willing to do anything to make this work.

As the three of them settle into their dynamic, Melanie can’t believe she’s got not one, but two sexy Doms of her dreams. But when a jealous ex and a deeply buried family secret both explode at the same time, will they jeopardize the happiness that finally seems within the trio’s grasp?






Chapter One




Kirby stood in the entry of their house, arms crossed over his chest, and struggled not to walk down to his twin brother’s bedroom and physically drag him out regardless of his state of dress—or undress.

“Davis, now! We’re going to be late.”

Of course, Davis didn’t respond.

Who’s the crazy one? Him for being a nutjob, or me for expecting him to actually be punctual for once?

Which immediately made Kirby feel like shit for thinking like that. It was the frustration talking.

Frustration that, after forty-one years, he should be over. He knew damn well Davis had little control over some of his behaviors.

It was the ones Davis did have control over that aggravated the crap out of Kirby. Kirby had gotten sidetracked by e-mail, which had allowed Davis to start on a task of his own.

And once started, he would complete it, even if it meant they’d now be late.

One obsessive scheduling tic trumped by a completion tic…check.

Kirby was getting ready to go get Davis when he finally emerged from his bedroom and headed toward Kirby.

“Finally!” Kirby jingled the keys in his hand. “You ready?”

Kirby mentally smacked himself when Davis pulled up short and stared at him. “Why would you ask me that?” Davis calmly asked. “I’m here, am I not? And I was ready earlier, but you weren’t.”

Fuck.

Me.

They’d only been brothers for forty-one years, if you didn’t count the nearly eight months they shared a womb.

You’d think I’d know better than to walk into that one.

Kirby took a deep breath. “Forget it. Let’s go.” He was driving, of course.

That was something he wouldn’t get tripped up by, at least.

Kirby headed out the door, leaving it standing open and insuring that Davis would follow him.

At least he could use a few of his brother’s tics against him.

Once Davis had locked the front door behind them and they were both in the car, Kirby got them headed toward their parents’ house. They lived down in Port Charlotte and were expecting them in less than an hour for dinner.

If Kirby was alone, it was a drive that, barring traffic, would take him maybe thirty minutes.

With Davis, he’d be lucky if they’d make it in the sixty minutes Kirby had allotted, especially since it was a Friday night.

At least their parents knew what Kirby was up against and would understand if they were late.



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Now that Kirby had Davis trapped in the car with him and unable to escape, he decided to broach the subject he’d been dreading and putting off all week. “I’m probably not going to be around a lot tomorrow.”

“Why not?”

“Well, there’s this class I’d like to go to. In fact, I was going to ask if it’s okay if we change our dinner from Saturday to Sunday.”

That was what made Davis turn from where he stared out his window like a little dog. “Why? What kind of class?”

“I’d…rather not say.”

“Well, why not?”

“Because it’s…delicate.”

“Like glass blowing?”

Kirby tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Of course this wasn’t going to be easy.

Nothing with Davis was ever easy.

He should have known that but still, even this many years later, hope sprang eternal. Although there were times, like this, that he suspected Davis was deliberately fucking with him.