Badd (Motherf*cker) (Badd Brothers, #1)

by Jasinda Wilder

When Mom died Zane had been fifteen, Brock thirteen, Baxter twelve, Caanan and Corin the identical twins ten, Lucian nine, and Xavier, the baby of the tribe, had been seven.

I lowered my stool onto all fours, set my scotch down, and stood up to tower over the slimy pencil-dick lawyer.

“Listen to me, pissant: you come in here talkin’ shit about my fuckin’ bar, I’ll crush you like a goddamn cockroach.”

“So how about you say what you came here to say and I won’t knock your fuckin’ Ivy League white teeth down yo...

spectacles,

I nodded. “That makes sense. So how much did he leave, and who to?” “To whom, you mean,” Richard said. “Don’t correct my fuckin’ grammar, you fuckin’ dork,”

“Hirsute?”

Whoever this fine-as-wine honey ditched at the altar was a sorry son of a bitch, or a complete jackass.

I was too pissed off, too heartbroken, too lost, too hung over, and too hungry to think about a penis. Even if that penis was very likely a lovely, perfect organ the size of my forearm.

“To being so hung over tomorrow neither of us will remember why we’re drinking tonight,”

Do what you gotta do, and deal with the emotions of it later, Dad always said.

Lastly, I seem to have developed an odd case of amnesia regarding last night. Too much Johnny, probably. So don’t feel weird, since neither of us remembers shit about shit. Sebastian

PS: you’re fucking adorable when you sleep. You snore.

I was wifing on him so hard my ovaries were wondering if it was baby time.

“Dru, baby. I’m so sorry.” He sounded calmer in this one, and honestly close to tears. “I screwed up. I know I did. I just—I wish you’d give me a chance to explain.” Explain your cock in Tawny’s blown-out pussy, asshole.

I wasn’t sure where I’d go, or what I’d do, but as long as I was in Ketchikan—a long, long way from that stupid cheating motherfucking dickhead bastard cock-face shit-eating son of a bitch Michael—I might as well stay here and figure things out, like I’d originally planned…albeit planned might be the wrong word, but I was going with it.

I just needed a change of scenery, somewhere new and unfamiliar to put my thoughts in order, to sort out my feelings, to just…let myself be hurt and learn to get over it.

I felt a little unhinged, thinking about some other asshole with his ungrateful hands on this goddess.

if I got you into my bed, I’d never let you out.” I stood up off the stool and crowded her space, stared down into her eyes, let her see the truth in mine. “The sex wouldn’t be pretty good. It’d be the best goddamn sex either of us ever had, every single time. I’d make you come so hard so many fuckin’ times you’d be beggin’ me to quit just so you could catch your breath. I’d fuck that tight, wet, sugar-sweet cunt of yours every single night and every single day so hard for so long you’d be walkin’ bowlegged. And no matter how much we fucked, Dru, I wouldn’t ever get enough. And I damn sure wouldn’t so much as think about another woman for as long as I had you. Shit, all I’ve gotten is one little taste of that pussy, and I can’t think of anything else.”

Despite the harsh words, neither seemed truly insulted or angry. Weird. If anyone had said that kind of thing to me, they’d wake up in the hospital with false teeth and pins keeping their bones together.

“There’s eight of you, right?” I counted off the names I knew. “Sebastian, the oldest, then Zane—” Brock took over. “Then me, then Baxter, the football player, then Canaan and Corin the identical twins, who are currently in Germany on tour with their band, then Lucian, who’s kind of a weird and mysterious guy, but cool if you can get him to open up, then Xavier the baby.”

University of Oregon

The look on his face in that moment made my legs shake and my core clench. I was pretty sure Sebastian Badd was about to fuck me senseless.

wander. I do most of my homework in my head while I’m working, and then I just have to go home and write the answers down later.” I laughed. “You do your homework in your head? How does that work?” “Eidetic memory,” he answered. “I read the problems and then I’ve got them in my head, and I can just…think them through and come up with the answers.”

eidetic memory?”

My brain basically takes a snapshot of everything I read—math problems, physics equations, books, sheet music, schematics, whatever. If I look at something once, I can bring it up in my mind with perfect recall.”

“I can’t rely on raw intelligence. If the smartest person in the world is a lazy bum with no drive or ambition, nobody will ever have heard of him because he won’t have ever accomplished a single thing.

It’s wasted potential. I’m not going to waste my potential. Doesn’t matter what my IQ is or what my SAT score was if I’m not pushing myself. That’s all useless horseshit if I don’t actualize my potential and turn it into real world accomplishments. Working as a short order cook just keeps my body busy while I’m unable to sleep, and lets me earn money while my mind is busy doing other things. I solved an equation in my head while flipping burgers that my professor was stumped on for six months—and that’s less a brag on my smarts than my efficient use of time.”

“Lucian.”

Appalachian Trail

Say what’s in your heart. My Dru doesn’t care much for fancy words, never has. I raised her to pay more attention to what people do, ’cause that’s what really tells you their character.

iambic pentameter

“‘Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.’”

Sonnet one-sixteen, in iambic pentameter.

If you read it by itself, out of context, it’s about the perfection of true love, and how love is eternal and immalleable.”

Luce?” His nickname was pronounced loose, even though his name was pronounced LOOSH-yee-an.

Badd Brothers: Badd Motherf*cker Badd Ass Badd to the Bone Good Girl Gone Badd