Ridin' Dirty (Beautifully Dirty #2) (4 page)

THE NEXT COUPLE
days are spent working on the project for my media class. I also have a video

presentation, so I will be doing that next. On Sunday, Cara and I are heading to a local race and I’m excited. I may not know anyone racing but by going, it’s going to make me feel like I’m back with the guys and right now I want that feeling back.

We arrive at the track shortly after ten in the morning. Since we aren’t here to see anyone in particular, there is no reason to get up at the ass crack of dawn. We sleep in, get prettied up a bit, she more than me, and then stop for a bite to eat.

Parking is interesting with a car. I’ve never been to a track in one. You park in wide open fields that aren’t always mowed, so having a car can be difficult. This was never even a thought when I went with Ryan and Coop.

Stepping out of the car makes me feel like I’m home. Putting my feet on dirt and grass is just what I need. My cowboy boots are going to enjoy the day as much as my cut offs and hot pink
FOX
tank top. Cara is sporting her favorite camo shorts and Army green halter-top; thank goodness she finally listened to me.

When she stepped into the living room wearing white shorts and a light peach tank, I just about lost it laughing. I told her even though she looked cute as hell, that was no outfit for the “dirt bike races.” I used quotes around the words “dirt bike races,” so she would clearly see what I was getting at. She laughed as she turned around and went back to her room and came out wearing her camo shorts, with a tiny black tank and her laced up, black combat boots to match. She is going to get noticed in that, for sure.

All the way over to the track, I explain to Cara about how the racing world works and what the pits are like. She seems eager to see the bikes in action and the guys in full gear. I don’t know which excites her more.

“Get me to where the action is, lady.”

“Follow the noise . . . this way,” I say, turning and heading in the direction of the track.

As we start walking through some of the pits, a couple whistles come our way. Turning around, Cara just smiles at the boys, bows, then turns back around and keeps walking with me.

“Yep, this is going to be fun!” She can’t hold back her excitement any longer. What girl doesn’t like a little attention? Looping our arms together, we head over to the fence to see the next race start. The thirty second board is just turning sideways and then they’re off. Full throttle ahead.

“Holy shit, that is amazing. Though you could have warned me of the dirt that would be flying at my face.”

“Oops, my bad,” I say, laughing out loud, as she wipes the dirt off her lips.

“A mouth full of dirt is not my idea of a good time,” she says with a smirk, just as a rider walks by half dressed. He stops and stares for a moment, smiling back at her. Cara decides to add fuel to a burning fire, by bending at the waist, flipping her hair over and shaking it out. When standing up straight, she notices that not only is he watching her closely, there are several other riders sitting on the bleachers enjoying the view she is giving them.

“Come on, trouble.” Reaching forward, I grab her hand, pulling her in my direction.

“Way to ruin my fun, party pooper,” she says, as she looks back and blows kisses at the riders.

“Having fun, were you?”

“Hell yes, this is amazing. You’ve been holding out on me, Ansley. Now I get exactly why you came to these.”

“I came to watch my two best friends race. It was a perk to see half-naked guys walking around.”

“So . . . your friends look like these guys?”

“Better.” I watch her mouth drop as I laugh at her.

“Damn girl, you really have been holding out. The pictures you have in your room only show them with clothes on . . . now I know you must have some others somewhere. I expect to see them when we get home. I say we come every weekend, especially if I can see Mr. Fine over there again. Remind me to get his number before we leave.”

“I do, and I’ll dig them out for ya. Now don’t you know, he’s supposed to ask you for your number, not the other way around?”

“Oh, hell girl, this is the twenty first century. If I like it . . . I go after it and I like that,” she says, pointing right over to where he is standing, still staring at her.

The day turns out to be a hot one and not just the temperature outside. We stay for most of the races, before heading out around four in the afternoon. But not before Cara gets the number that she wanted to get all day. His friend asks if he can call me, so we also exchange numbers. We all make plans for later in the week, since they are just from the next town over from Georgia Tech.

After we make it home, we shower, order a pizza and find the couch. A good movie with a couple glasses of wine is just what we need before classes start back up again on Monday.

Cooper

IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE
we are going to graduate next week. Today is the last day of finals. We have been waiting for this day to come for what feels like ten years, when in fact it’s only been four. We have plans to hit the beach for a couple of days, to end our college days with a bang. We decide it’s going to be a day or should I say a weekend, of fun in the sun. The car is packed full of food, beer, liquor, boogie boards, and more beer and more liquor. We all just have one small bag to take with us as we aren’t packing many clothes, after all we aren’t intending on being in anything other than our board shorts.

When we get to the house we are renting on the beach, shortly before noon, everything is thrown in the house. We immediately head for the sliding glass doors, which leads us to sand. After stepping foot on the covered back porch, and then on to the deck that is huge, it feels like we are free. It’s a hot ass day but we don’t care, we all have coolers in hand, full of our favorite beverages. It also means there will be teeny tiny bikinis on the beach today, and it just so happens we are right. The triangles they wear to cover up their important parts seem like they are getting smaller. Fuck yeah, they do and it’s totally okay with me.

The first day is over, boogie boarding is a blast. We make total jackasses out of ourselves, on several different occasions today, but who the hell cares? That’s what we are supposed to do this weekend.

We scope out several hotties to invite over tonight, as well as a few cool dudes from the beach. Yep, today is a good day! We plan a bonfire on the beach; we are going to throw some food on the grill then drink until our hearts are content. Standing in the kitchen, the shots are lined up. Fireball is going to burn, but it’s worth the pain. The toast is made loud and clear by yours truly. I thank the guys for a great four years and for some of the best memories. I shout it as I raised my shot glass to each of them, and Fireball does just what it promises to do . . . burn all the way down.

I meet up with a smoking hot strawberry blonde tonight. I intend, with everything I have, to find out if she was born a true strawberry blonde. Her hair drapes down her back about midway. She is tiny . . . a lot like . . . nope, I’m not going there tonight. The thought of her, meaning Ansley, has fucked up my night on several occasions, but not tonight, I can promise you that.

Sun Daze
by Florida Georgia Line comes over the speakers. I spot little Miss Strawberry across the room and beeline it for her. I want my hands full of her ass. We start dancing together on the back deck, with a bunch of other people. The fire is flying high and the drinks are going down quite easy. Each one of my roommates has their bodies against someone as well.

I walk to one of the back bedrooms with this little chick in tow. I look back to see her biting her lip, while looking sexy as hell. I can’t wait to remove each item of clothing from her body, nice and slow. Then I intend to wrap her body around mine.

She isn’t shy; when we walk in, she shuts the door. I turn to find her untying her bikini top, one string at a time. I start backing up toward the bed as I watch her every move. Creeping forward, she moves to stand in front of me. Reaching forward, she pushes me until the back of my knees hit the side of the bed. Then with one more shove, I am lying back on my elbows in the bed, as she starts to pull that last string from around her neck. My board shorts that I’m wearing are starting to feel a bit tighter. I need to rectify this problem immediately. I start to pull the black tie on my shorts as she pulls one of the side strings attached to her bottoms. Even though I’m enjoying this little striptease show she is giving, I push off the bed, reaching forward, placing my hands low on her hips. Walking her backward until she is pressed up tightly to the wall, I pull on the last string holding her bottoms on. She sucks in a breath as I bring my mouth to the side of her neck.

When I wake the next morning and look around the room, I’m alone . . . What the hell? I know I went to bed in here with my strawberry treat . . . Where is she? I walk into the kitchen and one of my roommates is already cleaning up. I am informed by him that she left about an hour ago with his girl. Well, I guess I didn’t have to worry about goodbye . . . did I?
Isn’t that a guy thing . . . or did I miss something?

The next day and night are pretty much the same as the day before. We hang out on the beach all day and party all night. Now it’s time to head back to college, walk across that stage and take that piece of paper back to my father. I will be spending some time at home while I pack up. Then I have a long drive to make in about a week, as well as turning a dream into a reality.

I CAME TO CALIFORNIA
six months ago. I graduated May seventeenth and drove away from my parents on the twenty-fourth. When I first came out, I was staying in a small apartment and riding in some of the races around the area. While practicing on Saturday at a track I was told about by a local rider, a couple of the pros had shown up as well. They tend to hit the local tracks at different times during the week to practice before the next race. That day changed my life. I guess you could say I was in the right place at the right time. I rode hard and kept up with the couple of guys that were there. They were from the Factory Yamaha Team. We shot the shit after riding for hours together. They were pretty cool. We exchanged numbers and said we’d keep in touch. I figured I wouldn’t hear anything from them actually, so I went on riding as usual for the next couple of weeks. I never heard from them exactly, but I guess they had discussed me with their team manager. He had come to two different races where I swept both motos, taking first, and I never knew it. That’s what made him reach out to me, wanting to sit down and discuss some things.

They offered me a tentative contract, which meant I had to prove myself before they would officially sign me to any deal. I’ve been practicing day and night and working out harder than ever before, there is no way I’m going to fuck this up. Ryan has even made it a priority to help me train on his only day off. He comes out and rides with me, pushing me to be the best I’ve ever been.

YES . . . IF YOU ARE
wondering, I did get signed by Team Yamaha about two months ago. Just like Ryan did when he started, I have a three year contract with them. Once I told my parents about it, my father reached out to me, wanting to have his lawyer take a look at the contract. Believe it or not, he actually seems like he cares. I was completely taken back by it; though I’m happy, I still can’t figure out the change in attitude yet.