Badd Business

by Jasinda Wilder

  “I wanna see,” she muttered.

  “You will.” I grinned. “When I’m done.”

  “Does it look good?” she asked, her voice anxious.

  I snorted. “No, it’s all smudged and looks like shit.” I laughed at her. “Yes, babe, it looks amazing—if I do say so myself.”

  “Don’t make fun of me.”

  “I’m not, I’m just teasing.” I leaned in and kissed her thigh, the one I wasn’t working on.

  I watched her eyes flare with lust. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Remy.”

  I chuckled—mostly because she’d taken to calling me Remy just because she knew how much it annoyed me. “Who says I can’t finish it?”

  “The tattoo you’re working on, that will be super tender…it’s right by my hoo-ha.”

  I quirked an eyebrow. “I could use my mouth…and be really gentle.”

  She closed her eyes and flopped her head back against the bed. “Just finish the tat, Rem. You’re next, you know.”

  I worked for another thirty minutes or so, and then had her flip to her belly so I could bring it around the back of her thigh, where it sat just beneath her buttock. Which was another temptation, because all I wanted to do was sink my teeth into all that juicy flesh, and run my hands over it. Or slide my cock between them…

  I groaned, shifting, pausing in the tattooing to gather myself.

  Juneau just laughed without even looking at me. “Having trouble, are you, babe?”

  “You know how hard it is to keep my hands and mouth to myself when I’ve got you naked in bed and all spread out for me like this?” I laughed and groaned again, clutching her backside with my free hand. “It’s fuckin’ torture, babe.”

  She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Finish that tattoo and I might take pity on you.”

  “By jabbing a needle into my thigh?” I joked.

  She wiggled her eyebrows at me—which was comical rather than arousing. “That too.”

  “Don’t tease me, woman.”

  She laughed. “Have I ever teased you and not made good on it?”

  I went back to work on her thigh. “No, you haven’t.”

  “Okay, then. Finish the tattoo. Don’t rush, and make it right. If I like it enough, you may receive payment…of a kind.”

  I kept working. “I know what you’re getting at, June, but I hope you understand just getting to do this on you is its own reward. That you trust me this much? It’s…everything.”

  She waited until I paused and then she turned to look at me. “I know, baby.” I sensed something in her silence and looked into her eyes. “And that’s why I love you, Remington Badd.”

  She said it.

  I felt my chest tighten until I felt like it might crack open from the pressure inside. “June…”

  She shook her head. “I just wanted to say it because it’s true, for me. You say it if and when you’re ready.” Then she got comfortable again and didn’t say another word.

  Another forty-some minutes, and I was done.

  I sat back, admiring my work. “There. Finished.”

  Juneau’s eyes met mine as she propped up on her elbow and twisted to look at me over her shoulder. “Can I look now?”

  I grinned. “I mean, I could wrap it and you could wait to look at it?”

  She kicked at my shoulder with her foot. “Move so I can roll over, you big dork.”

  I patted her ass, and then slid backward so she could roll to her back and sit up. She drew her knee up and stared at my handiwork for a long time, gently tracing some of the lines.

  “It’s beautiful, Remington.” She blinked hard. “Thank you.”

  I laughed softly. “So emotional, silly girl.” I smiled. “You’re welcome. Thank you for trusting me.” I traced a portion of the lines. “There’ll be another session or two to fill in and shade.”

  “I can’t wait,” she murmured. And then she sat up, slid off the bed, and stood in front of her full-length mirror, twisting so she could see the back. “I think before you do the shading, I’ll have you do one to match on my other leg, and then you can do the shading.”

  I rubbed my hands together. “Oh goody! That means more time with you naked on my lap, unable to touch you.” I laughed sarcastically. “My favorite!”

  She rolled her eyes at me. “It won’t kill you to want me and not have me right away. You’re just getting too used to me giving it to you whenever you want.”

  I quirked an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure you instigate it as much as I do, babe. If not more.”

  She turned back to face me, a sultry grin on her face. “Yeah, well, I can’t be held responsible for what I do when you look the way you do.” She swayed toward me. “I’ve never had any self-control where you’re concerned.”

  I set the needle and jar of ink aside as she closed in. “Same, babe.”

  She sank to her knees on the floor in front of me. “Question for you, Mr. Hunk: how am I supposed to tattoo your thigh when you’re still wearing pants?”

  I grinned. “That’s a good point.”

  She unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans, and then tugged them off.

  “You know, the tattoo will just be a couple inches above the knee, hon—do you need to take off my underwear too?” I said this with a grin, knowing exactly what she had in mind.

  Juneau just smiled then grabbed the waistband of my underwear and tugged them off, then turning her attention to my cock, which was now as hard as a rock.

  “Ooops,” she murmured, caressing the length of my cock. “I must have slipped.”

  I laughed. “Slipped, huh?”

  She fondled me, her eyes on mine as she caressed my length. “Yeah, you know me. Always slipping.”

  “Such a clumsy girl.”

  She bent forward and took me in her mouth, slurping noisily over the head, and then backing away, grinning. “Oops. I slipped again. Clumsy me.” She cupped my balls in one hand and stroked me with the other. “But…while I’m here, I may as well say thank you for the tattoo.”

  I laughed, preparing a witty reply, but then she had me in her mouth again and I could only gasp, and then groan, and then bury my fingers in her long loose hair and let myself thrust into her mouth.

  She moaned as I came, and when I was finished, she backed away, tossing her hair aside with a shake of her head, dragging her wrist across her lips.

  “Wow,” she muttered. “Someone was all pent-up.”

  “Yeah, well, I was staring at your sexy naked ass for two hours unable to touch it, so I admit to being a little pent-up.” I moved to sit up, intending to toss her on the bed and do my best to be gentle around her new ink.

  She knocked my hands aside and pushed me backward onto the bed. “Nope, not yet, big boy. I’m inking you first.” She smirked. “And then I’ll let you have your wicked way with me.”

  I groaned. “I’ll be all pent-up again by then. Especially if you don’t put on some damn clothes.”

  She just giggled. “It’s almost as if I planned it like this.”

  “Such a dirty girl,” I murmured as she settled on the bed and brought my leg to rest on hers.

  “I didn’t use to be like this,” she said, consulting the sketch she’d done that would soon grace the front of my thigh: an outline of Alaska, with a big bright star where the city of Juneau is located. “I met this guy, and I guess his filthy mind and dirty ways infected me.” She smirked at me.

  It was a small, simple design, and it only took her a few minutes to trace it onto my leg, and then she began the process of making it permanent, using the same stick-and-poke method I’d used for hers.

  Which required her to be in close proximity to me the entire time.

  Which led me to thinking about what she’d just done.

  And how good it had felt.

  And what I wanted to do in return, and how she’d sound—plus the fact that she was naked, those big beautiful breasts draped against my other leg…

  She huffed a l
augh as someone decided to wake up and stand at attention. She batted at it playfully. “Down boy! Didn’t I just take care of that?”

  I laughed. “Like you’re gonna take care of it once and I’m not gonna need you even more? I didn’t get to taste you even once while I was doing yours.”

  “You could’ve, you know.”

  I frowned. “I wanted to stay focused. I was worried about messing up.” I reached out and touched her shoulder. “I couldn’t bear it if I messed up this beautiful skin of yours.”

  “It’s okay. I like letting you stew in your desire for me a little bit,” she said, smirking at me wickedly. “Makes you that much crazier when you finally do get me.”

  “You like it crazy, huh?”

  She paused, her eyes serious. “I love every single crazy thing about you, Remington.”

  I swallowed hard. “That’s good, because you’re stuck with me.” I cursed mentally, knowing I’d wimped out.

  She went back to poking. “The tattoo makes it permanent, huh?”

  I waited until she was dipping instead of poking, so she didn’t accidentally poke too deep. “No, me being head over heels in love with you makes it permanent.”

  She accepted this with a warm, tender, loving smile, one that made my heart melt and my cock hard. “Good answer.”

  I grinned. “I’m full of good answers and good ideas. It’s because I’m so smart.”

  She rolled her eyes at me. “But yet such a dork.”

  Later, after she’d finished, she set the needle and ink aside, leaving my leg resting on hers. Watching me, waiting.

  She knew I was about to pounce, and she was ready for it in every sense of the word.

  But what she wasn’t ready for was me, looking directly into her eyes, telling her that I loved her with all my heart.

  What made it perfect was the way she whispered back to me, “I love you,” in my ear, words I never thought I’d ever hear a woman say to me.

  But I wasn’t ready for the way the tears clouded in my eyes, or the way she sobbed as I said it again, “I love you.”

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  THE END

  Epilogue

  Izzy

  Ramsey Badd and I have been successfully avoiding each other for months, now. Almost a year, in fact, come to think of it.

  And it hasn’t been easy, considering both of my roommates are seriously involved with his brothers.

  One or all of the three triplets were constantly swinging by our apartment to pick us up or hang out for one reason or another. Between the Badd cousins, their wives, fiancés, and girlfriends, and Remington and Roman and Kitty and Juneau there is always something happening. They’re all one big happy family.

  Even though everyone was so busy running the most successful bars in town—Badd’s Bar and Grill and Badd Kitty Saloon—there were always regular family get-togethers.

  Badd Kitty Saloon was almost at its first year anniversary, and it was already a booming, madhouse success. The new tattoo parlor, INK, had been opened for a few months. Sometimes there was a family tattoo party at INK, because they were all addicted to the stick-and-poke tattoos that Ink, Rem, and Juneau were becoming famous for; they even had clients who would fly into Ketchikan just to get inked by them.

  It was a fun time, because I always got included, and it made me feel great to be surrounded by such awesome people.

  It was tricky, though, because it meant I had to see Ramsey quite often.

  In fact, I saw him ALL. THE. TIME.

  And it was tricky.

  Because we had…history. Sort of.

  And that history began that day in the Seattle hospital a year ago. I’d gone down there only intending to support Kitty and her new boyfriend in a difficult situation, and to have a little fun—meet some hot guys, and, honestly, just do something different for the weekend.

  It wasn’t supposed to be anything else.

  We got to the hospital, had a visit and then Juneau and Rem had gone to get coffee. Kitty had said she and Rome needed a few minutes together with Roman’s dad who was in the hospital due to a vehicle accident.

  No problem, I thought.

  I left the hospital room, intending to look around Seattle and catch up with Kitty and Juneau later.

  As I was heading toward the elevators I sensed I had a tail…one of Roman’s brothers, Ramsey, was following me. They were triplets and, like his brothers, he was tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed, massively muscled, and intensely gorgeous. His shaggy hair and thick beard immediately got my imagination running wild with thoughts of how it would tickle and scratch if he was between my thighs eating me out.

  We shared some witty banter on the way to the elevators, along with some sly innuendos when we passed an empty hospital room.

  We paused in the middle of the hallway and after sharing some mischievous looks we ducked into the empty room.

  Within seconds he said something which had made my blood boil—hell if I can remember what—and the look he’d given me had me tangling my hands in his hair.

  My mouth has always gotten me in trouble—and, this time, my mouth found its way downward.

  I’d taken one searing look at the bulge in his jeans and had figured hell, why not. Right? I figured this thing with Kitty and his brother wouldn’t last, and that things would soon go back to normal. I’d never have to see this guy again.

  So I’d pushed him into the squeaky plastic-leather chair beside the door, and I’d gone down on him, using every trick I knew to make him come so hard he’d gone literally cross-eyed, and had been unable to stand up right away.

  Which was hot as fuck.

  What I hadn’t expected was for him to yank his jeans up, lift me bodily off the floor, and throw me onto the hospital bed.

  He shoved my skirt up around my waist, discovering my little secret—I like to go commando sometimes when I wear a miniskirt, just to feel naughty.

  And he’d made me scream—loudly. With nothing but a very wickedly talented tongue.

  The second I was done, still whimpering, still shaking, he’d vanished.

  Without a word.

  An orderly had found me seconds after I’d sat up and righted my skirt—I’d made some excuse about being lost, but I don’t think the orderly bought it.

  I went to the ladies’ room and waited for several minutes, trying to get my shit together.

  But I couldn’t.

  It felt like he’d eaten my brain along with my pussy.

  I decided right then to forget the little sightseeing trip around Seattle I had planned; I already had the best souvenir I could possibly get: an orgasm from a hot guy.

  So I went back to the hospital room. I opened the door and found my hookup sitting in a visitor’s chair laughing and joking with his dad and Kitty and Rome. He was also ignoring me, as if nothing had happened.

  He didn’t look at me, didn’t even acknowledge my presence.

  Later that afternoon, Kitty and Juneau and I all left Seattle together and came back to Ketchikan. I’m not normally short of words, but I have to say I was pretty quiet on the way home.

  Ramsey Badd had seriously messed with my mind…and my pussy.

  The whole thing became a bit weird because, somehow, people seemed to know that something had happened between the two of us, but I just kept quiet about the whole thing and eventually it all died down.

  I went back to chasing bar rats and the status quo resumed.

  And, as the months went on, we became experts at ignoring one another.

  But, every once in a while, I’d catch him eyeing me from across the room. Then we would both look away, and I wouldn’t think any more about it.

  Meantime, Kitty and Roman had become a thing. A serious, major thing.

  And Juneau and Rem were heading in the same direction.

  I truly was happy for everyone, but it left Ram and me as the last two singles standing—at least as far as our family was concerned.

  I kept getting questioned by Kitty and Ju
neau about Ramsey, and I had a feeling he was getting the same kind of third degree from his brothers, which I think was part of the reason why he kept avoiding me.

  And why I ignored him.

  I refused to entertain the thoughts that flit through my head…the ones that tell me his tongue had been the best thing I’d ever felt, and that his cock had filled my hands and my mouth in a way I’d never known was possible. I vividly remembered the way he’d groaned so quietly, with such restrained power. It had been the hottest fucking thing I’d ever heard, and I’d almost squirted right then and there as he shot his thick, salty cum down my throat.

  So we continue to ignore each other.

  We pretend that we don’t really like each other, and that we’ve never even had a real conversation.

  That last part is actually true, though.

  Except for the not-really veiled lead-up to our rendezvous in the empty hospital room, we’ve never spoken.

  And I just can’t help but wonder how long this will last.

  Why?

  Because of the looks he’s giving me.

  They give me the feeling he’s having a similar problem pretending he’s not thinking about me. And maybe wondering how he can get my mouth on him again.

  But these kinds of weird, quasi-relationships are a terrible idea.

  I can tell that neither of us are the settle-down types.

  We don’t date.

  We don’t commit.

  We don’t even like each other. We don’t even know each other.

  It’s best to keep ignoring and avoiding each other.

  Nothing good can come of this? Right?

  But he did have a hell of a gorgeous cock, though…

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  Badd Medicine…coming next year!

  Also by Jasinda Wilder

  Visit me at my website: www.jasindawilder.com

  Email me: jasindawilder@gmail.com

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