Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(35)

“Lan,” he quietly said, sounding exhausted, “on the way here I had to stop by my storage unit and Mal noticed a certain bag of mine, and it ignited a…discussion. Where certain things were admitted to each other.”

Landry handed the baby over to him. “I didn’t tell Mal certain things about you three, except that you’re poly, but I did volunteer that you are open to discussing certain topics with Mal based on things he told me about himself. Things that aren’t my place to discuss. I’m giving you permission to tell him anything about me in the course of those discussions that might be pertinent to the discussion. Meanwhile, point me to her bedroom and I’ll change her for you.”

Doyle looked at Mevi. “I know and trust these three not to tell your secrets. Anything you want to reveal to them, even without an NDA, will be kept secret.”

Tilly nervously laughed. “Um, you’ll see her room. Down the hall. Door’s open, and everything’s on the changing table. Just leave her in a diaper. She’ll only get food on her clothes anyway.”

Doyle headed off with the baby while the other three stared at Mevi.

“Let’s take this out to the lanai,” Tilly offered, heading toward the sliders with the steaks.

Standing around the grill, Mevi quietly admitted to the three that he was gay, and that Doyle had admitted to him he was kinky.

Tilly and Cris looked at Landry, who chuckled.

“I suppose I am the designated Dom to take point?”

Relief flowed through Mevi, along with a million questions. “So…you three are kinky, too?”

“Yes.” Landry briefly explained their dynamic, which was even more confusing than their initial relationship seemed. “Are you simply curious about BDSM, or do you feel you might have more than cursory interest in it?”

“I…I don’t know.” He thought about the way Doyle sometimes said things that made Mevi hard. “I…I’d like to explore.”

“And you’re right next to a BDSM club, so that’s perfect,” Tilly noted.

“Huh?”

The three exchanged a glance. “Venture,” Tilly said. “It’s on the back side of the apartment. Didn’t D tell you that?”

“We literally haven’t talked much except at the storage unit.”

“Oh. Heh. Whoops. Yeah. Spoiler alert. Kel owns the whole complex.”

“Does he know the club’s there?”

She snorted. “He co-owns it with Der—”

“Tilly!” the other two men scolded.

She rolled her eyes. “Dudes. Both of them are out. Duh. I wouldn’t tell it to some rando stranger out of the blue. Fucking chill.” She focused on Mevi again. “Kel’s a rigger and photographer.”

“Rigger?”

“Rope. Likes to do creative ties. Shibari.”

“Um. Oh. Okay.”

“If you want to move dinner out here,” Cris suggested, “I’ll eat in the kitchen with KC. She can see you guys from there. She’ll be passing out with a full tummy anyway. That way you can talk.”

Tilly deferred to Landry, who looked to Mevi. “Is that all right with you?”

He found himself nodding. “Yes, please.”

“Love, show him the pool house,” Landry told her.

“Really?”

“Might as well.”

“Alrighty, then.” She motioned for Mevi to follow her. On the far side of the pool and not attached to the house, the pool house’s blinds over the windows were drawn. She punched in a four-digit code on the lock and opened the door, reaching in and flipping on the light switch. “We moved our play stuff out here. KC’s still really young, so we’re not worried about her stumbling over it yet. As she gets older, we might have to get creative.”

In front of him was something out of an oddly suburban porno flick. The efficiency apartment’s furniture was pushed to the side. In the middle of the floor sat a padded bench, and in one corner stood a large, upright, X-shaped frame.

“Welcome to our little dungeon,” she said.

A ton of fantasies he never thought would ever come true exploded into his brain. “Can I try stuff?” he whispered, not trusting his voice.

“Well, I think we’ll need to let you talk to Landry about that. And D. D being the professional overseeing your care right now, I wouldn’t be comfortable engaging in negotiations with you without him being on board with it.”

“He said he can’t play with me because it’s against the rules.”

“Understandable.” She patted his shoulder. “That’s why we need to talk.”





Doyle hadn’t changed a lot of diapers in his life, and the experience only reinforced to him one of the reasons he wasn’t cut out for fatherhood.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like kids, he just didn’t want one of his own.

KC, for her part, laughed and giggled as she happily started peeing and pooping at the same time while he had the dirty diaper off her. Finally getting that mess cleaned up, and her, he got a clean diaper on her on the third try after messing up the tape on the first two.

Finally, declaring victory, he held her up, smiling. “Gotcha!”

She laughed, let out a fart, and then the diaper fell off, hitting the floor.