Page 41 of Unbridled

Heath originally cameto 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 andother 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.

“When did you realize you were bi?” Dayne asked him.

“Over twenty years ago, when I was in college.” Heath chuckled. “Sometimes copious amounts of alcohol brings out most unexpected results. I was at a party over at a friend’s apartment and a guy cornered me, daring me to kiss him. As someone who likes a challenge, I took him up on that dare and what started as a quick, dry kiss turned into a full-blown make-out session with tongues involved. He was shocked atmy enthusiasm since he hadn’t been expecting me to react the way I did. Honestly, I didn’t either.”

Dayne’s eyebrows rose. “It didn’t go any further than that?”

Heath scraped a hand down his beard as he relived the memory. “Not that night. I was pretty intoxicated and wanted to wait until I was sober enough to analyze what happened and how I felt about it. But when I wanted to seek him out the next morning and kiss him again, I figured that was a pretty good sign I wasn’t one-hundred-percent straight. My eyes were definitely opened that day and I’m glad they were. I didn’t realize until then that I had been repressing a major part of who I was.”

“How about you, Dayne? When did you figure out you were pan? Or even bi?”

“I was like this ever since I can remember. But Fisher Falls, while close knit, isn’t the most accepting community. Since it’s rural, this area is also like living in a bubble. A lot of people never leave and aren’t exposed to anyone different from them. A lot of residents here are automatically against anything they don’t understand. Worse, they don’t even want to make an effort to understand. So when I was younger, to be safe, I kept my thoughts about boys to myself. Now that I’ve returned and am older, I really don’t care what anyone thinks of me. If they don’t want to accept me, that’s their problem, not mine.”

“But when did you actually come out?”

Dayne shrugged. “After I left Fisher Falls. However, I kept it from my parents since I wasn’t sure how they’d deal with it. Then recently I saw how my mother acted when she found out about my brother being the same way.”

Again, that made Heath curious about the possibility of twins leaning the same direction with their sexuality.

“Your mother was okay with it?” Cara asked.

“She didn’t even blink.”

Heath couldn’t miss the relief in his voice. “That’s great,” he murmured, wishing his parents had had the same reaction.

Cara’s head tipped to the side. “But your father had passed already, right?”

“Yes. But my parents thought a lot alike so my hope is he would’ve reacted the same. I mean, it’s possible since they were both ‘live and let live’ type of people. I think that’s part of what made our childhood so great.” Dayne turned his eyes back to Heath. “How about yours?”

“Mine…” Heath took a gulp of his wine and sighed. “They’re pretty conservative and, to this day, believe a person’s sexual attraction is a choice. Was kissing my first guy a choice? Sure. Was how I reacted to it one? No. Maybe that’s why when I met my ex-wife, I proposed to her. To smooth things over between me and my family.” Deep down, the “son” hoped that seeing him married to a woman would make his parents forget he was bi. In reality, as a mature man, he should’ve known better.

“Did it work?”

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