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But before she could think twice about going, the UTV lurched forward and they were on their way.

“How long do you think we’ll be gone?” she asked Dayne.

He glanced over at her with his brow furrowed. “Is there a problem?”

“No…I…” She squeezed her eyes shut.Consent.They emphasized consent here. And Dayne, as one of the owners,probably helped write the resort’s policies. She opened her eyes and shook her head. “No. No problem. I was just curious if we’d be back in time for dinner.”

“If we’re not, I’ll make sure you’re fed when we return. I’ve got some pull around here.” One side of his mouth hiked up. “Don’t worry.”

When he reached over to squeeze her knee gently, her skin prickled under her jeans. And,goodness, not in a bad way. But his hand quickly returned to the steering wheel and he concentrated on driving. Was it weird that she missed his touch?

She startled when Heath’s voice came from directly behind her. “Did you enjoy the show this morning?”

Combined with his delicious voice, the memory of it caused her pussy to clench. She pinned her thighs tighter together.

“She enjoyed it much more than the party last night,” Dayne answered for her, shooting her another quick, but concerned, glance.

“I missed it.” Heath’s disappointment was clear.

“They’re usually Saturday or Sunday nights. Sometimes both. But believe me, there are plenty of other activities to take part in. Or make your own party. This morning proved only a blanket and some willing participants are needed.”

“Last night’s event was a little overwhelming,” Cara finally admitted.

“Why’s that?”

“This morning was her first ever orgasm not self-achieved.”

“I’m sorry?” Heath asked.

She grimaced.Shit.Dayne’s answer did not help relieve the heat in her cheeks. “It’s true.”

“You came to a resort built around sex to achieve your first orgasm?”

“It wasn’t my—” She shook her head. “That wasn’t why I came.” Not for that specific reason, anyway.

“She’s here to learn.” Again, Dayne was speaking for her. She wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed at his forwardness or be grateful he was answering for her.

“Learn what, exactly?”

Dayne once again answered. “Whether real life is as good as fiction.”

Heath sat back in his seat and she waited for him to ask for an explanation. Surprisingly, he didn’t. Instead, he asked, “How long are you here for, Cara?”

“Until Sunday morning.”

“The same as me.”

“But I’m still not sure if this place is for me.”

Dayne glanced in the rearview mirror. Most likely to look at Heath, who answered, “That gives you a week to figure out if it is.”

“Or for us to prove that it is,” Dayne added.

She gnawed on her bottom lip. “I don’t know…”

Heath asked, “What do you have to lose?”

“My dignity?”