When she did, triad was still on my mind, so I typed it into my phone and got a bunch of search results for Japan. Somehow, I didn’t think Shotgun was referring to them. I tried a triad relationship and hit the jackpot.
My brows shot up.
Well, this was an eye-opener. I was so engrossed in reading that I didn’t see Nana looking over my shoulder.
“That’s an interesting subject,” she murmured in my ear with a cackle. I jumped in my seat and offered her a baleful glance.
“Nana!”
“What? You’re in public, kid. What’s making you look that up?” she demanded. Luckily, the music was loud, so my brothers and cousins couldn’t hear.
“Someone told me to research it,” I replied.
Nana’s gaze narrowed. “Did they now? That type of relationship takes a lot of trust and love. However, if love is present and you’re all adults, then it can work.”
I stared at Nana. Did I ask? I bit my tongue, and Nana’s eyes gleamed. Blast her, Nana knew what I wanted to blurt out.
“Your Gramps and I went to a few swingers’ clubs in our time,” Nana said.
Next to me, Stafford screeched. “Nana! You can’t say shit like that!”
“Like what?” Lowell demanded, leaning forward.
“That your gramps and I have been to some sex dungeons,” Nana announced. All of my male relatives let out groans and bellows of denial as Gramps and Nana beamed. Even though he was the eldest, Bradford jabbed his fingers in his ears and started humming.
“We had to stop about five years ago when Nana got stuck in a sex swing. Bit embarrassing having some guys help get her out,” Gramps added.
Barrett turned with horrified eyes. “Is that when Nana injured her back?”
Nana and Gramps didn’t deny it; they both began chuckling.
“No! I need ear bleach!” Damon howled.
Nana looked proud of herself. “Shit, I live to embarrass you kids. Hey Norman, how about the nudist beach?”
“Now that was damn funny. All those sausages about,” Gramps screeched, chuckling away.
“When?” Thatch asked, terrified.
“About ten years ago,” Nana replied.
“No!” Thatch moaned.
Nana and Gramps both got an evil glint in their eyes. And I escaped. “I’ll order some more pitchers.”
I nearly climbed over Nana in my attempt to escape.
“Bitch!” Prescott yelled, and I sent him a gleeful grin.
As I stood waiting at the bar for service, two strong arms caged me in. “Seems like you’re all having a good time,” Shotgun murmured in my ear.
I glanced down at his arms and saw the prominent veins. Shit, that was just so sexy. Shotgun’s hands were also scarred with little nicks and some scratches. No doubt from working with leather.
“Although the men with you look traumatised,” Rain stated.
“That’s because Nana and Gramps are telling them about swinging, sex clubs, and sex swings. And nudist beaches,” I said. I felt two pairs of incredulous eyes on me before they both laughed.
“Good joke.” Rain chuckled.
