Sasha sent me out of the bathroom first, after we both redressed. I thought I’d done a good job of putting myself back together until I approached our table, and Dakota scanned me from head to toe, grinning before she remarked, “Well, damn, if you don’t look freshly fucked. We’d have come looking for you when you disappeared for so long, but we didn’t want to interrupt your initiation.”
A hand flew to my flaming face, and I protested a little too loudly, “What? No! It’s not what you think.”
Evie waved me off. “No need to be embarrassed. It’s like a rite of passage for a Speed WAG. We’ve all done it.” She gestured to the other ladies present. “Right, ladies?”
My mouth dropped open, still reeling from how freely these women were discussing having sex in a public place, when Bristol shrieked, “What?!”
We all turned to our pregnant companion, whose blue eyes had narrowed in accusation.
Bristol’s arm shot out, finger pointed toward the hallway where the bathrooms were located. “All of you? This is a thing?”
Uh oh. I got the feeling Bristol had been left out of this particular “ritual,” and she was none too pleased about it.
Evie shrugged. “Not recently, no. But definitely when Jenner and I were in our early twenties.”
Dakota chimed in. “Yeah, I did it back when I first followed Braxton to Indy before you moved out here.”
Bristol’s sharp gaze honed in on Tessa next. “You too?”
Tessa folded her lips in, trying to hide a smile before confessing, “Can’t be entirely sure, but there’s a chance Bailey was conceived in that bathroom.”
“I cannot believe this!” Bristol grew more agitated by the minute, her pale skin flushing pink.
The rest of us watched on as something played out behind her eyes.
Finally, she yelled, “Maddox!”
The man seated at the end of the long table jumped to his feet at the sound of his wife’s distress. His eyes were wild with panic as he assessed her. “What is it? Is it the baby?”
He’d barely made it half a step before Bristol sweetened her voice, pulling a complete one-eighty. “You wanna fuck me in the bathroom?”
“Jesus Christ.” Maddox visibly sagged in relief, dropping onto his chair.
Jenner clapped him on the shoulder with a knowing smirk. “Pregnancy hormones, am I right?”
Bristol was either oblivious to the fact that she’d nearly given her husband a heart attack, or she didn’t care. “Is that a yes?”
Shaking his head, Maddox muttered, “What did I do in a past life to deserve this out-of-control woman?”
Pouting, Bristol whined, “But everyone else has done it.”
While I might still be working on warming up to the guy, I had to admit I felt the tiniest bit of sympathy for him as he tried to work himself out of an impossible situation. From what I could tell, nothing short of taking his wife into the bathroom would satisfy her.
“Would it make you feel any better if I told you I had to talk myself out of taking you into the bathroom and making you scream the night we met?”
“No,” she huffed in response. “How does that help me now?”
Dakota leaned over the table to comment, “Not like he can nail you to the wall these days with that watermelon you’re smuggling under your shirt in the way.”
Or bend her over the sink, but I kept that thought to myself, not wanting to make the situation worse.
Bristol whipped her head around to glare at her best friend. “Nobody asked you, traitor.”
Placing a hand to her chest, Dakota gasped in indignation. “How am I a traitor?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Bristol’s voice took on a sarcastic edge. “I remembersomeonetelling me they wanted to dothis”—she gestured a hand above her rounded stomach—“together, and then chickening out when it got too real.”
My eyes volleyed between the two women having a showdown. Was Bristol implying they had some kind of pregnancy pact? What was it with these people and babies?
