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)
He hadn’t expected the group to have sex out in the open by the huge lake right in front of The Mane Lodge, but, for the most part, he was pretty much a go with the flow type of guy. No surprise their group activity drew a crowd of observers. Some even did more than only observe. Like the thirty-something hunk with the dark blond hair who joined the beautiful blonde bombshell.
He wondered if they were a “thing,” or were open to playing with anyone. He planned to find out. He was interested in her, in him or, hell, both of them.
Now fully dressed, he gave nods and goodbyes to the rest of the group he recently got to know up close and personal and headed back to his cabin. He needed a hot shower and to decide what to do for the rest of the day. Maybe he could wander around and find a partner or two to join him up in a playroom tonight.
If he couldn’t, he could always go up to observe and maybe he’d get lucky there.
When he left at the end of his week-long stay, he hoped all the sex he had here would tide him over for a while. Working long hours really didn’t give him much time to cut through the bullshit of dating. Or all the unknowns and drama from hookup apps. Every time he gave them a shot, he ended up regretting it. Unfortunately, not everyone told the truth on their profile. Worse, not everyone was sane.
He preferred to keep his cock and balls attached to his body, thank you very much.
He wasn’t sure why he booked a cabin since he was flying solo. He could have saved a nice chunk of change by staying in a room in the lodge, instead. Maybe next time.
If there was a next time.
The property was beautiful and the orgy was fun, but he still had plenty of time left to thoroughly check out everything this new all-adult, all-inclusive ranch resort had to offer.
Besides sex. And a lot of it, according to the reviews online.
“Hey!” a male voice called out behind him. Heath paused and glanced over his shoulder.
Well, look at that…
The dark blond hunk who’d been with the gorgeous woman with the ponytail was catching up to him. That would save him the time and effort of seeking him out.
Heath turned and waited, taking the opportunity to check him out from head to toe.
“I’m Dayne,” the man introduced himself while he was still ten feet away.
“Heath,” he greeted. His eyes zeroed in a small dark spot on the front of his khakis. Near his zipper. He lifted his gaze and met the man’s hazel eyes. “Did you… have an accident?”
“She ground her ass against me, so…” His mouth twisted and he shrugged. “It was worth it.”
Heath pressed his lips together. He got it. Shit happened. “Watching her come was worth it, too.”
Dayne’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “You saw that?”
“Yes. Was I not supposed to?”
“I figured you were kind of busy.”
“When it comes to sex, I’m good at multitasking.” In more ways than one. He smiled.
“She caught your attention.” It wasn’t a question, but a conclusion. Interesting enough, zero jealousy colored his words.
“She did. Is she with you?”
Dayne shook his head. “A guest, the same as you.”
Heath frowned. “And you aren’t?”
Now close enough, Dayne jutted out his hand and Heath automatically shook it. “Dayne Lyons. Co-owner of this paradise.”
Right now he’d hold back his opinion on whether it was paradise or not. “Oh. Do the owners normally fraternize with the guests?”
The man’s lips twitched with amusement. “This co-owner does as much as possible.”
Heath made a conclusion of his own. “So, you made this place your own personal playground.”
“That wasn’t the goal, but it ended up being the result.”
To Heath, that sounded like predatory behavior. But he could be wrong since consent was emphasized several times on their website, also while checking in and even in the guest binder. However, this was an owner and not a guest. Did they hold themselves to the same standard?
The blonde Dayne had his fingers on—and in—certainly looked like she was perfectly okay with everything he’d been doing.
He asked, “Is it the same for the rest of the co-owners?”
“The other co-owner would be my twin brother Dylan. And no, he’s taken.”
“Ah.”
“My sister also lives on the property. She’s head chef.”
A family affair, apparently. “‘Also lives?’ Does that mean you live here, too?”
“I do. I live on one side of the farmhouse located behind the lodge.
Well, that was convenient. “Ah.”
“When did you check in?”
“This morning.” Heath paid extra to get an early check-in.
“Then, you haven’t had a tour yet.”
“As you saw, I was a little busy.” Since Dayne and the woman weren’t together… “What was the blonde’s name?”
Dayne hesitated before answering. “Cara.”