Bad Bad Bad

by K. Webster

  BAD BAD BAD

  Brandt’s Cherry Girl

  Sheriff’s Bad Girl

  Copyright © 2017 K Webster

  Cover Design: All By Design

  Photo: Adobe Stock

  Editor: Robin’s Red Pen

  Formatter: Champagne Formats

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Author's Note

  Synopsis

  Books by Author K Webster

  Brandt’s Cherry Girl

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Sheriff’s Bad Girl

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  To my Krazies,

  If it weren’t for you all cheering me on, cracking me up,

  and encouraging me every single day, this gig wouldn’t be worth it.

  Thank you for getting krazy with me.

  Your favorite stalker,

  K

  A note to the reader…

  Brandt’s Cherry Girl and Sheriff’s Bad Girl were created on a whim. What started as a discussion question about taboo subjects in my reader group quickly turned into a dirty duet. Had my readers not pushed me to write these with their exuberant love for taboo, they would never exist. I wrote my readers a chapter at a time over one weekend and posted them just as soon as they were hot off the press. Everyone was chompin’ at the bit for more and we had such a great time with it! It was a blast and I can’t wait to do something like this again. I hope you enjoy these quick, hot reads! And if you want to join in on the madness of my group, come join us on Facebook in the Krazy for K Webster’s Book group!

  Thank you!

  K Webster

  Two interconnected stories. Two taboo treats.

  Brandt’s Cherry Girl

  He’s old enough to be her father.

  She’s his best friend’s daughter.

  Their connection is off the charts.

  And so very, very wrong.

  This can’t happen.

  Oh, but it already is…

  Sheriff’s Bad Girl

  He’s the law and follows the rules.

  She’s wild and out of control.

  His daughter’s best friend is trouble.

  And he wants to punish her…

  With his teeth.

  WARNING: These novellas are extremely hot and jam packed with insta-love. They’re MAJORLY taboo so if you have triggers about age and deviant acts, please don’t read this. I can’t be held responsible for corrupting you. If you have a taste for all things naughty, then you’re going to devour these taboo treats!

  Books by Author K Webster

  THE BREAKING THE RULES SERIES:

  Broken (Book 1)

  Wrong (Book 2)

  Scarred (Book 3)

  Mistake (Book 4)

  Crushed (Book 5 – a novella)

  THE VEGAS ACES SERIES:

  Rock Country (Book 1)

  Rock Heart (Book 2)

  Rock Bottom (Book 3)

  THE BECOMING HER SERIES:

  Becoming Lady Thomas (Book 1)

  Becoming Countess Dumont (Book 2)

  Becoming Mrs. Benedict (Book 3)

  ALPHA & OMEGA DUET:

  Alpha & Omega

  Omega & Love

  PRETTY DUET:

  Pretty Stolen Dolls

  Pretty Lost Dolls

  WAR & PEACE SERIES:

  This is War, Baby

  This is Love, Baby

  This Isn’t Over, Baby

  This Isn’t You, Baby

  This is Me, Baby

  2 LOVERS SERIES

  Text 2 Lovers

  TABOO TREATS

  Bad Bad Bad

  STANDALONE NOVELS

  Apartment 2B

  Love and Law

  Moth to a Flame

  Erased

  The Road Back to Us

  Give Me Yesterday

  Running Free

  Dirty Ugly Toy

  Zeke’s Eden

  Sweet Jayne

  Untimely You

  Mad Sea

  Whispers and the Roars

  Schooled by a Senior

  Blue Hill Blood by Elizabeth Gray

  “Hey, kiddo,” Brandt, my dad’s best friend greets when I answer the house phone. “Where’s your dad?”

  His voice is always huskier on the phone. I may or may not jump to answer whenever the phone rings in hopes it’s him calling through.

  “Still at work. He works late on Fridays, you know that. Want me to tell him you called?” I question, my voice slightly shaky. Despite knowing Brandt ever since I can remember, I still have no chill around him.

  “I left a message on his cell, but he’s not picking up for some reason,” he grumbles, and it makes me warm all over, just like every time he speaks. “Are you home?”

  My skin prickles at his question and my cheeks flush. “Duh. You called me on the house phone. Why?” Please say you’ve been secretly wanting to bone me. See? No chill.

  “I’m in town for the weekend and wanted to know if I could crash there.”

  I answer without hesitation. “You’re always welcome here. You know that.” And that’s the truth. Dad and Brandt are closer than friends—more like brothers. Since my dad is single, too, they usually end up bar hopping whenever Brandt visits. A time or two, Brandt hasn’t come home and I know he’s banging some bar trash.

  “Thanks, Kelsey.” I’m still reeling that he’s called me by name, and not kiddo, when he chuckles. “Can you let me in?”

  Heat floods my cheeks. Of course he knew we wouldn’t say no and is already here. I hang up and all but run to the front door. A little warning would have been nice. I could have touched up my makeup or straightened my hair or changed out of my cheerleading practice clothes. Ugh, or showered. I grunt, knowing that my short, black shorts and bright yellow sports bra are anything but sexy. My long, messy, dark brown hair has been sloppily pulled into a bun on top of my head. I look closer to sixteen right now, rather than my actual nearly eighteen.

  All annoyed thoughts dissipate the moment I open the front door. Standing on the stoop looking good enough to eat is my dad’s best friend. He wears dark jeans with stylish holes and a fitted, white, long-sleeved Henley. I can see his tattoos straight through the fabric—new tattoos that didn’t exist when we last saw him almost a year ago. I’m still staring at his chest with my lip captured between my teeth when he clears his throat.

  I lift my gaze to find him grinning at me. He’s gone a little greyer since the last time I saw him. His normally jet black hair is now turning silver at his temples. A dusting of hair covers his chiseled jaw and it, too, has some grey to it. But what’s different about him is that he
now dons black rimmed glasses that seem to highlight his bright green eyes.

  “You okay, kiddo?”

  I blink rapidly and give him a shy smile. “You got glasses.”

  He snorts and runs his fingers through his longish hair as his eyes flicker with embarrassment. “Bifocals. I’m getting old.”

  That has me giggling. “You’re what, like forty-five?”

  “Forty-seven. Thirty years older than you, remember?” His gaze holds mine for a moment and I get lost in it. “Can I come in or are you going to remind me all afternoon about what an old man I am? A man can only take so many blows to his ego in one day.” He winks and it sets my insides on fire. “Does Uncle Brandt get a hug?”

  Uncle Brandt.

  Even if he were my uncle by blood, I think I’d still get goofy every time I saw him. There’s something about this man. He’s sexy to a fault. Men shouldn’t be allowed to look that good. And dear God, I think he gets better with age.

  I bounce over to him and hug him like I always do with my arms around his waist and my face buried against his hard chest. Normally, he gives me a squeeze and then I’m free to go. Today, though, our hug is different. He almost seems to cradle me and I’m certain he inhales my hair.

  “You sure have grown up,” he mutters, his voice a low growl that turns my insides to mush. He still doesn’t release me. “Your dad probably has a helluva time keeping the boys away.”

  I tilt my head up to look at him. With his face just inches from mine and my breasts smashed against his chest, the hug suddenly feels very intimate. His green eyes darken and his jaw clenches.

  “There are no boys for him to run off,” I say, my cheeks turning hot with embarrassment. “Most boys are afraid to date the sheriff’s daughter.”

  He smirks and my belly flutters. “Good.”

  We’re still staring at each other and I begin to wonder why he hasn’t let me go. Not that I’m complaining. I just tend to read into everything too much. Right now, I’m ready to run off into the sunset with him and have all of his babies.

  “You gonna make me one of your famous grilled cheese sandwiches?” he questions, a dark eyebrow lifting in question. “I’ve been hungry for one for a year now, kiddo.”

  Definitely reading too much into our hug. Reluctantly, I pull away. But his hands grip my waist. His gaze travels over my horrible outfit and then he gapes at my belly button.

  “When did you get that pierced?” he growls, his thumb brushing against the metal there. A shock of electricity zaps its way through my core. “Does your dad know?”

  I laugh, but with his thumb still rubbing the small ring there and his fingers dangerously close to my sex, the sound is breathless. “He took me to get it. This isn’t the olden days,” I tease with a wicked grin. “Although he’d probably be pissed if he knew about my tattoo.”

  At this, Brandt’s eyebrows rise up. “You got a tattoo.” He shakes his head, but a smile tugs at his lips. “Such a bad girl. Where at?”

  The old lady across the street, Velma, starts yelling at her dog and it seems to jolt Brandt out of his daze.

  “Come on, let’s get inside,” he tells me in a gruff tone.

  I break from his grip and walk inside with him hot on my heels. He dumps his bag on the floor just inside the door. Once in the kitchen, I set to pulling things out that I need to make the grilled cheese sandwich. Brandt launches into what he’s been doing lately. Apparently, he’s been traveling with his job, but they’re thinking about making him permanent here after the summer. Excitement courses through me because I’m not going away from college. We have a community college here in town that Dad can afford to send me to. At first, I’d been disappointed that I wouldn’t be going out of state with all my friends, but now I’m happy for this small gift from the universe.

  “So, you still never told me where your tattoo was,” he says when I hand him the plate with the sandwich. He’s leaned against the counter looking much better than the sandwich in his hand.

  “It’s hidden. Where Dad won’t see.”

  His eyes travel over my body once more, lingering at my breasts. “Are you going to tell me?”

  I shrug my shoulders and point to his chest. “You going to tell me what you got? Those weren’t there last time I saw you.”

  He sets the plate down and takes a step toward me. Then, he grabs the bottom of his shirt and peels it from his body. I’m so struck by the action that I simply gape at him. The shirt hits the floor and I’m stunned stupid. His chest is more ripped than I remember. He’s certainly been working out. And my God, he’s beautiful. Colorful tattoos make for a walking, talking, human piece of art. He’s covered in them. I don’t even remember what he looked like without them. Not that I want to remember. This is much, much better.

  “Wow…” It’s all I can say. “Wow.”

  He chuckles and places his hands on his narrow hips. It draws my eye to the muscled V that leads straight into his jeans. I suppress a whimper.

  “I showed you mine.” He takes another step forward that has my heart rate racing out the front door along with my sanity. “Now show me yours.”

  Again, I know I’m reading too much into this, but, I swear to God, he looks hungrier for more than just that sandwich. My skin seems to blaze with this thought.

  “It’s hidden,” I murmur.

  “Do you want me to find it?”

  My eyes fly to his. They’re normally playful and full of amusement. Today they are dark and lust-filled. Surely I’m not imagining this.

  “Okay.” I mentally slap myself for not being smoother. Okay? What am I? Twelve?

  “Okay,” he agrees, his voice low and gravelly.

  He steps closer and I can’t help but step back. This happens again and again until my butt hits the edge of the counter. His grin is wolfish when his palms find my hips. I let out a squeak when he lifts me onto the counter.

  “Is it under here?” he questions as his palm slides down my lower back. The edge of his finger dips past the band of my shorts.

  I can’t breathe. I’m completely caught up in his voice and touch. “No.”

  His gaze lifts to mine and then he becomes fixated on my mouth. The way his nostrils flare as if he’s a bull about to plow through his target has me struggling to breathe. I part my lips and suck in more air so I don’t pass out.

  “What about here?” His palms flatten out over the tops of my thighs and then he runs them up my flesh until the tips of his fingers disappear under the hem of my shorts.

  This time, I can’t even form the word. I simply shake my head no.

  He leans forward and his lips brush against my ear. “When did you grow up, kiddo?”

  The pet name is a mood killer and I can’t help but turn to glare at him. Big mistake. My nose brushes against his cheek and our mouths are so close I can feel his hot breath on my lips.

  “I like it when you call me Kelsey,” I whisper, my heart racing in my chest.

  “Okay, kiddo,” he challenges, humor in his voice. “Whatever you want.”

  I go to push at his chest but he snags both of my wrists and then pins them in my lap with one hand. I’m about to combust from the way he’s touching me. All the fantasies I’ve had of him are at the forefront of my mind, like some triple X movie. My panties are damp and I’m embarrassed about that fact. What if he pulls them off and discovers this? Will he laugh at me? Oh, who am I kidding? He’s not going to take my panties off.

  I almost growl in frustration but then his fingers are ghosting over my sports bra. My nipples harden in anticipation.

  “Here?” His eyes that are now blazing with fire meet mine as his thumb brushes along the underside of my breast.

  “Y-Yes.”

  He growls. My dad’s best friend growls at me like he’s an animal. Images of him mauling me have another whimper escaping my lips. I want him to tear me apart with his teeth.

  “Are you going to show me?” he grumbles.

  His tone would indicat
e he’s angry with me, but the severity in his gaze states otherwise. Pure hunger is on this man’s face. Hunger for me. I’m not imagining it.

  “I thought you wanted to find it,” I utter, a hint of a challenge in my voice.

  He grins as his thumb dips inside the bottom of my bra. Then, with a not-so-gentle tug, he draws my bra up past my breasts. My boobs are a small C at best and they pop out like two eager little beavers.

  “Fuck me,” he hisses.

  At first I think it’s an invitation, but then I realize he’s just admiring my tattoo. “You like it?”

  I can’t help but drag my gaze over his colorful and hard chest before I meet his stare.

  “A pair of cherries,” he murmurs. “I bet they taste sweet.”

  Before I can even register what’s happening, his soft lips are pressing a kiss to my tiny cherry tattoo on my boob. When his tongue flickers out, I let out a gasp of shock. He suckles the flesh there a moment before he turns his head and tongues my nipple. I let out a choked, needy sound. His teeth latch onto my sensitive nipple and he bites it softly. I’m so aroused that I nearly come from such a simple touch. He sucks the entire bud into his mouth and I cry out with pleasure. My wrists have long since wriggled their way out of his grip. I greedily latch onto his overgrown hair.

  “You are sweet,” he murmurs against my flesh. “Just like I knew you would be.”

  I moan and hook my legs around his waist to draw him closer to me.

  “I bet you’re even sweeter here,” he says so low I almost don’t hear. His finger rubs against my sex causing me to jolt with pleasure. “Are you, Kelsey?”

  “I-I don’t know,” I choke out.

  His finger prods me against the fabric. If he keeps it up, I’ll soak right through my panties to the shorts. How embarrassing! But all embarrassment flies out the window when he starts kissing me down my stomach towards my shorts. His mouth finds my throbbing sex over my clothes and his kisses me there. He tongues me over my shorts and tickles me with his hot breath. I cry out when he bites at my lips through my clothes.