Josie groans. “We’re so happy you’re getting boned by Daddy Camden. Promise. But for those of us who call him Uncle Cam, could you keep the details to yourself?”
Cackling, Savannah leans back in her chair and kicks her feet up on the empty one next to her, wiggling her pretty pink toes. “Sorry. I think I’ll keep it up until she tells us what JJ looks like naked. And I can goall night long. As can your Uncle Cam.”
“Oh my god,” I blurt out, slamming my eyes shut. “It was sparkly and there was ink and?—”
Gasping, Josie lunges forward and smacks the table. “Are you telling me JJ Hanson has a pierced dick?”
Beside me, Vivi chokes on her wine.
“Little ears,” I warn my friend as I smack my cousin’s back. “You okay?”
She plucks a napkin from the small pile next to the food tray and wipes her mouth. “Yeah, I just didn’t see the night going this way.”
“Of course he does,” Savannah says. “All the Bolts have glitter dicks.”
“Please tell me my brother doesn’t have a pierced penis,” Josie whines, covering her face.
Savannah rubs her back. “It’s okay, baby. It’s tradition.”
Vivi lurches upright, her chair scraping on the deck. “Are you for real?”
“Not your dad.” Savannah shakes her head. “But Aiden, Brooks, Camden, Daniel, and War do. Well, and apparently, JJ,” she adds with a grin.
Josie’s head hits the table. “I hate my life.” Poor girl has heard far more about her dad’s sex life than any adult child ever should.
“Maybe Addie should survey the team. I bet eight out of ten of them are pierced,” Savannah continues, unfazed by Josie’s misery.
It’s a common occurrence, really, so it’s unsurprising. Savannah kind of bridges the gap between our friend group and the group of women married to the Bolts’ last solid generation of players, since their husbands are Camden’s close friends. And that group has told her many, many things about my uncles. Things I wish I didn’t know. Like how they apparently like to pierce their appendages.
“I won’t be taking any surveys,” I promise. “Honestly, I’m considering just staying here for the rest of the season. That way I won’t run into JJ or his possibly pierced dick or his cocky smirk or his annoyingly loud laugh.”
There’s no need to mention that JJ saw me naked less than twelve hours before I walked in on him in the shower. Or how his eyes heated as he perused every inch of me, just like they did once upon a time.
I don’t like the games he’s playing. Don’t like them at all.
Savannah giggles, holding up her mostly empty glass. “You can stay here whenever you need to, shnookums.”
Eyes closed, I take another swig of wine and do my best to forget what JJ looked like wet.
“Ah.” Savannah gasps, perking up. “You know what you should do?”
My spine tingles in response to the look on her face. Dammit. I can tell already that I’m not going to like this. “What?” I whine.
“You should be our next New Romantics girl.”
“What’s a New Romantics girl?” Vivi asks before I can turn down the suggestion.
Dropping her feet to the deck, Savannah leans forward and clears her throat.
I can’t help but smile. While I don’t love where this is going, I do love that she’s found such an intense passion.
“For my new column, I follow the dating life of one person at a time and document it. I write about all the fun parts and not so fun parts so the readers feel like they’re on the journey with the subject as she lives out her love story—should she find one.” Eyes glimmering, she looks at me.
Shoulders slumping, I let out an unintelligible noise. “I’m not looking for love.”
“Because you have feelings for JJ?” Josie doesn’t sound the least big sarcastic or judgmental this time.
Even so, I whip my head from side to side dramatically. “No.”
