Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“We never decided where,” Heath said.
“Let’s meet at your cabin. We can take advantage of the hot tub.”
“Why don’t you swing by at eight-thirty, then?” He waved a finger between him and Dayne. “The two of us should have a little discussion first.”
“To devise a game plan?” Dayne was up for just about anything. That comment might mean Heath wasn’t. It would be best for them to hash out the details prior to doing anything more than oral sex.
“Yes, for us, but it also couldn’t hurt to have one for her.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to come up with a game plan for me without including me?”
“It can’t hurt for us to discuss how to handle this week if you’re willing to let us help you.”
“I’m willing,” she said quickly.
“Good.” Dayne didn’t even bother to fight his smile.
“But Dayne, I can see you concentrating on me since you have variety at your fingertips every day. But you, Heath”—she shook her head—“you’re only here for the week. I’m sure you didn’t expect to be with not only the same person, but one without the same or more experience than you. Won’t you feel shortchanged?”
“Shortchanged? Hardly. I came here not knowing what to expect. Well, except for sex and a lot of it. Please don’t think this is a burden to me. It’s not. The glimpses we had so far today have shown me it would be worth scratching deeper below the surface. Plus, have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re absolutely stunning.”
She ignored the compliment and her brow creased in concern. “I don’t want either of you to feel obligated. I also don’t want you to regret spending all your time with me, Heath. This is your vacation, too.”
“First of all, it wouldn’t be just you, Cara.” Heath circled his index finger in the air. “It would be Dayne, too. I’ll tell you what, why don’t we agree right now that if we end up not jiving, then we go our separate ways without any hard feelings.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Dayne agreed.
“Okay.” Cara drained her wine glass and stood. “I’ll go take a quick shower and a cat nap. I’ll meet you boys at Heath’s cabin at nine.” She paused and came back to the table. “I guess I need to know which cabin’s yours so I don’t knock on the wrong door and end up with some new ‘guides.’”
Dayne didn’t want that, either. It was one thing to share her with Heath. It would be another to lose her to other guests. His heart was set on helping her discover her sexuality.
He was damn sure Heath’s was, too.
Chapter Eleven
Heath originally came to the resort to experience a variety of partners, as well as try new things, since it was the perfect location for self-discovery. If he tried something and found it wasn’t for him, he could easily move on with no regrets or hard feelings.
Nobody would be hurt in that decision.
However, between Dayne’s expert blow job and eating Cara’s pussy to the point of orgasm, he had to reevaluate his original plan. He liked the idea of helping someone with an open mind who was also eager to learn.
Of course, every guest here most likely started their sexual journey by losing their virginity. After that, how far they took it or the direction it went depended on the individual and their willingness to attempt new things.
Vanilla sex was perfectly fine for the average relationship. But to Heath—and obviously Dayne—that flavor could get boring after a while.
Similar to ice cream, some days he craved vanilla and other days, chocolate or strawberry. It depended on his mood and his partner, or partners, at the time.
That train of thought brought him back to a conversation they had earlier at dinner.
Cara had asked, “On the tour, you two mentioned you’ll have sex with anyone you’re attracted to. Does that mean you’re both considered bi?”
Dayne was the first to respond. “Truthfully, I’m considered more of a pansexual, but most people are more familiar with the term bisexual.”
“How about you, Heath?”
“When asked, I simply use bi, too,” Heath told her. “But really, I don’t care how people label me as long as they’re not using a slur.” He’d heard plenty of those. Even from his ex-wife after she discovered he’d been with men before. It hadn’t been a secret but he also didn’t think it was important to bring up those encounters. The past was just that: the past.
Apparently, that info had been important to her.
Unfortunately, she never looked at him the same again. She also never let him touch her. She turned into an ice queen and froze him out. Of course, that led to the beginning of the end for their marriage.
If he’d known that the simple fact of him being attracted to men would be a dealbreaker for her, he would’ve told her a lot sooner and saved himself the heartbreak and financial hit.