Playin' Dirty (Beautifully Dirty #6)

by Paige Steele

  “Cupcake, I’m home!” I hear him yell from the sliding glass doors.

  “I’m in here,” I say from the laundry room.

  “Lord help me that is one fine sight.” My ass is in the air as I grab clothes from the dryer. Looking over my shoulder, I see him in the doorway with his arms and ankles crossed, leaning against the doorjamb.

  I wiggle my butt, giggling. “Ya like that, huh?”

  He walks up, gripping my hips from behind, taking one of his hands; he slides it down the full length of my back until it’s back on my hip. I can’t help myself so I wiggle again. Suddenly I’m standing, dropping the clothes back down, and he’s spinning me around until I’m face-to-face with him. He cups my face with his hands, smiling down at me, making my mouth water with anticipation.

  “Being a bit naughty today, aren’t you, Miss Camp?”

  “I might be, Mr. Anderson.”

  “Hmm and must I say you look mighty fine today, Miss Camp.”

  “I could say the same thing about you, Mr. Anderson.” It’s no joke either. He isn’t wearing a shirt, his hat is on backwards, and his sweatpants are sitting so low that those damn sexy lines on his body are screaming ‘Stare at me.’

  “Oh, yeah?” A smirk appears on his face.

  “Oh, yeah.” I play back.

  “Well, Miss Camp, I bet you need help out of these clothes so you can wash them too. Huh?” He backs me up two steps, until my ass is pressed against the front of the washing machine, hooking his thumbs on the inside waistband of my yoga shorts. My breathing picks up as he moves them back and forth, while the rest of his hands aren’t touching me. That little friction is causing my entire body to spring to life.

  “Is that so?”

  “I mean, we are in the laundry room, so it kinda works out perfectly, don’t ya think?”

  “Of course.”

  “You seem to at a loss for words today, Miss Camp.”

  He picks me up and places my butt on top of the washer, as it starts the spin cycle. It causes every nerve ending I have to light up. As he brings his body in between my legs, he grips my thighs, sliding me forward so I’m on the edge. His thumbs find the crease of my legs, while his fingers are pressing into the top of my ass.

  “It’s all your fault.”

  “Haha, mine, huh?”

  “Yes, you know when you do this,” I circle my finger between us. “I can’t think straight.”

  “What do you mean? This?” My core is now pressed against his, and I instantly feel his hardness. With the washer under me vibrating, there is no other motion needed.

  I close my eyes, tilting my head back slightly. “Hmm, hmm.”

  “Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful, Cupcake.”

  He licks the side of my neck and my head falls to the side, giving him even more access. Lacing the fingers of his left hand with my hair, he holds my face in a position he wants it in. Letting him have what he desires only brings my own out. I try moving but my hands feel heavy as they clench the edge of the machine.

  Crushing his lips with mine, he lets out a moan, igniting the flame even higher. Before I know it, Jesse strips us both naked and the cold washer top is still under my butt. As he brings us both to an incredible high, I think I fall just a little bit more in love with him.

  After a shower, I make lunch, and we eat out on the patio. There’s conversation about his gramma and when she might be home. Jesse says he heard from his grandfather this morning, and he said her body is still trying to fight off everything that’s going on with it. She’s been dropping weight and they are now concerned with that. I can still see the fear in his expression and it makes my heart ache for him.

  Trying to bring a lighter topic up, I change our discussion to Vegas.

  “What time do we fly out for the race, next week?”

  “I think around two on Wednesday.”

  “I’ll check our emails. I need to print everything out. You ready to go against the East Coast guys?” I have no doubt he is. His nerves never show, he’s always as cool as a cucumber.

  “Yeah. I’ve watched a few of their races with the team, and there are a couple riders that I want to watch out for. It should be a good night of racing for the fans, for sure.”

  “Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Me too, actually.”

  Jesse and I make our way to the hospital and stay there for about an hour until he sees his gramma is back asleep. We head home for him to get a late afternoon ride in, and I call Ansley to see what she’s doing. After we talk for a few minutes, I grab my purse and drive over to see her and Ryder.

  “Seriously, you’re not packed yet?”

  “No, seriously, I’m not,” I yell back to him from the closet, giggling.

  “You know we are only going for like four days, right?”

  “Yes, but we have a bunch of public appearances to do this weekend, between the hotel meet and greet tomorrow to the track events on Friday and Saturday, there’s a hundred things going on.”

  “Okay well, we need to leave by like eleven thirty so we can get to the airport on time. That means you have an hour and half to get your clothes packed, or you’ll be going naked.”

  “Now there’s a thought.”

  “Don’t start, Cupcake, or we’ll never make to the airport on time.”

  We land shortly after four in Vegas and there’s a car waiting to take us directly to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino. The next fifteen hours are ours to do as we wish. Before all the craziness starts tomorrow, we decide to meet up with everyone and head to Ghostbar Day Club at the Palms Hotel. We just want a fun place for us to hang out at, dance, and have a few drinks. Cooper has called ahead to reserve a VIP booth for us and made sure we have bottle service available as well.

  After changing and grabbing a quick bite to eat, we all are lined up outside, near the bellhop stand, when the hotel limo pulls up. Once we are all settled in our seats, drinks are poured by Ryan from the small bar that is well stocked for us.

  “Here’s to a night with good friends!” Ryan shouts.

  Glasses are slapped together before everyone slams back the first of many. The boys don’t have to ride tomorrow, it’s just a day of appearances so they all will most likely have a few. But come Thursday night, it’ll be a different story. Everyone will have a low key dinner and turn in early.

  I watch the lights go by as we head down the strip toward the Palms. Pulling up in front of the hotel, we are greeted by the bellman opening our door. One by one, we exit the car and head in. Jesse grabs my hand as soon as we get to the entrance.

  “I don’t want to drink to much tonight, a headache tomorrow doesn’t sound like fun.”

  “I gotcha, Cupcake. I’ll make sure you behave.” He winks over at me.

  “Haha, okay, so who’s making sure you behave?” I laugh back.

  “No one, you like it when I don’t.” And he winks again. When he’s right, he’s right so there’s no reply necessary.

  We all settle in the two, large, half-circle red booths that are in our area. The low table that is in between the seating is like a globe. It’s all lit up with a warm light. There are several bottles there already, as the waitress comes over to see if there’s anything else we need. Josie immediately makes friends with her, that’s her style, always playing nice. There are ten of us here tonight. It’s nice to see Ansley and Cooper out with us. Since Mr. and Mrs. Brewis came to the race, they are babysitting Ryder, along with Ryan’s parents. The four of them fight over that little guy. He’s not lacking for any love, that’s for sure. With Ansley insisting that Ryder has two sets of grandparents, Ryan’s parent take that job seriously. They buy for him as if he’s truly their grandson. It’s a beautiful thing to see.

  All of us girls haven’t been out together in what feels like forever. We are in the center of the crowd on the dance floor, trying to move in the little space that is available. After several songs and all of us sweating, we head back to the guys.

/>   I stare at Jesse talking to Cole, I take my time drinking him in. He looks delicious in his black fitted jeans, charcoal gray, V-neck t-shirt, matched with black laced up boots, that aren’t tied tight. The shirt is hugging his arms and chest perfectly. My mouth is suddenly very dry and I can’t get a drink fast enough. Tipping my apple martini back, I finish it off in one swallow.

  Ed Sheeran’s new song, “Shape of You,” starts to play, and I see I’m being stalked by the man I can’t seem to get enough of. As he comes over, he walks up behind me and sings the title in my ear.

  “I knew it,” I giggle back at him.

  His hands are tightly gripping low on my waist and pulling my ass against him. I find myself grinding to the beat of the music, as everything and everyone else in the room disappears.

  “We might need to cut tonight short.”

  Turning in his arms to face him, I whisper in his ear, “Keep it in your pants, big boy, we’ll go back to the room soon enough.” I kiss the side of his neck.

  “It’s your fault. You shouldn’t have worn this red dress. It wraps around your body exquisitely, and I can’t wait to peel it off you.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Your ass looks magnificent in it.” Both of his hands slide down, landing directly on my cheeks.

  Suddenly heat spreads throughout my body.

  A round of shots of chilled Sambuca is poured and handed out by Josie’s new friend and apparently Trey’s, too. This helps us cool down just a tad. Before we tip them back, Adam makes our toast.

  “Here’s to all the beautiful ladies.” He nods and points his bottle of beer at us, which gains a holler from each girl, then he raises the shot from his other hand toward the men, “and here’s to us guys. May you all kick ass on Saturday, but until then let’s enjoy the eye candies that will hopefully drop their bras and panties.”

  As all the guys click their bottles together, us girls…just roll our eyes and laugh off what he said. Adam is harmless. He has gotten to be a brother to us all, that is, except Josie. I think the two of them might have something going on, not sure though. They flirt then show no interest, so who knows. Though tonight seems to be one of the nights they like each other. As everyone throws back their shot, there are shouts of, “Amen,” out from all of them.

  A lot of bumpin’ and grindin’ is going on in our area. Everyone seems to have found someone. Trey went and spoke to the manager and convinced him to let our waitress stay only at our table so she can hang with us too. She’s not drinking, but dancing is definitely something she is doing. Cole has found a blonde that he’s attached his body to, which I’m sure will find his bed too, at the rate their going at it.

  Four liquor bottles, probably close to a case of beer, and a bottle of wine lay on the table, empty. It’s close to three in the morning when we all decide to call it a night. There aren’t too many of us that are feeling any pain, though tomorrow morning might be a different story. Most of the guys probably have good buzzes going on, but us ladies…well, we got to liking our shots, soooo you can only guess what shape we’re in. That is except Ansley, she’s a good mom and doesn’t drink because she’s breast-feeding. As for Cooper, he had a couple before cutting himself off as well.

  “I want a piggyback ride.” I slap Jesse on the ass as I try and jump up. My ass lands on the floor, with me laughing.

  “Cupcake, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Why?” I pout slightly.

  “Your dress will most likely end up around your waist, if you do that.”

  Kenna and Ansley have since helped me up so I can plead my case as to why it’s okay.

  “Jesse.” I lean into him. “I have a thong on, it’s okay, nobody will see my hoo-hoo.”

  “Yes, honey, but we don’t have to let everyone else see your sweet ass that’ll be hanging out.”

  “But I want a piggyback, baby.”

  “I’m sorry, Cupcake, it’s a no-go.”

  I pout again, taking off my shoes, because if I have to walk then these heels have to go. Josie comes over linking arms with me with her shoes off, too. The two of us start to skip down the hallway toward the elevators. When the doors open up, the group of us gather together in it. We stop on three floors before we are left alone, waiting to go to ours.

  I push Jesse back against the sidewall, then turn around grinding my ass to his front. His hands haven’t touched me while I tease him.

  “What are you doing, Cupcake?”

  “Having fun, what are you doing, Babe?”

  “Turning to stone.”

  “I feel that,” I say, bending over a little more giving him more of a rub down with my ass.

  When the elevator makes it to our floor, I’m scooped up and cradled, as he walks us to our door. He stands in front of it, I’m put back on my feet so he can get the card out of his pocket. Once inside, he strips us both naked, without a word, and the two of us are wrapped in bed together within seconds. It’s almost as if we can’t get enough of each other.

  JESSE

  We get to the meet and greet the next day, with dark sunglasses on. The morning came earlier than we all would have liked. The only two that are happy are Ansley and Cooper. I’m not as bad off as some of the girls are and that includes Maddie. She’s dragging her butt around, praying that the world stops talking so loud. Thank goodness for Tylenol and water. She’s been drinking bottle after bottle, hoping to flush what is left in her body out.

  She says as we walk in, “Remind me again why you didn’t stop me last night? You said ‘I gotcha, Cupcake,’ remember that?”

  “Haha, I did have you…all night long.”

  “You’re a brat.”

  I chuckle over at her and make sure she also realizes another fun thought. “You know, you’ll have to take those off for pictures, right?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” she says, while fixing the sunglasses a little bit so they are setting just right on her nose.

  It’s three o’clock and we are finally finished with the signing. The only thing we decide to do from here on is lay by the pool. After changing up in our room, we make our way to the beautiful area. Grabbing a cabana, we drop our things on the lounge chairs before walking over to the stairs in the water. Both of us decide that some Vitamin D might give us some energy, and the cool water may wake our asses up.

  The day is a sunny eighty degrees, which is perfect in my book. I want to just relax as I lay down after my dip, and let the sun and heat soak in. I close my eyes and drift off until I’m greeted by something freezing cold on my stomach. Sitting up quickly, I see Maddie smiling in front of me.

  “Yep, hot enough to melt ice.”

  “Cupcake, what are you doing?”

  “Sorry, Babe, I couldn’t help myself. Your board shorts are low enough to give me full access to those abs. And you know how much I love them.” She shrugs her shoulders with a grin spreading across her face.

  “You’re lucky we’re in public or your tongue would be licking this off.”

  “And I’d do it with pleasure.” She licks her lips before taking the seat next to mine.

  Her yellow bikini is made of strings and tiny pieces of cloth. As much as I appreciate it, I wish it was a little bigger for the public’s eye. Heads turn every time she walks around. Fuckers can look all they want, but the minute one tries to touch her; I’ll be there to introduce them to my fist.

  We start off Friday morning off with bacon and eggs in our room. I just talked to my grandfather, who told me Gramma had a rough night. He said the doctors explained that her oxygen levels were doing well yesterday morning, and that her last chest X-rays, taken two days ago, showed progress so they removed the tubes from her nose. But last night they dropped low enough that machines started going crazy, beeping and blinking, that the doctors thought it was a good idea to start it all back up again. And she’s going for yet another chest X-ray today.

  Press day starts in twenty minutes. There are several riders here for it, the top three from
the East and West for the 250 class and then the top five for the 450’s. The girls are standing off to the side in a group, waiting to be placed exactly where they want them behind the table. I’m not thrilled when they put Maddie in between the East Coast guys. They’re assholes and know that we are together, so they can’t help themselves when they see an opportunity to say something to get under my skin.

  “Don’t do it, fucker.”

  “What are you going to do about it, pussy?”

  “You’re funny.” I chuckle directly at his face.

  “That’s a fine piece of ass you’re banging, Anderson.” He eyes Maddie up and down.

  That’s about the same time my chair slides backwards. I’m just about to throw a punch when Ryan steps up and backs me up.

  “Don’t do it, man, he’s not worth it. Been there, done that with a jackass or two, and really, take it out on the track. Kick his ass tomorrow.”

  I hear him laugh as I sit back down. I want to hit him square in the mouth. Asshole.

  Pictures are taken after the reporters ask their questions, and then we are free to head back to the hotel for more down time before the race tomorrow. Maddie and I are having dinner tonight with rest of the Yamaha team, which includes another rider, our mechanics, and the team’s manager.

  Back in our room, we both shower and change before heading out to go to Trevi Italian Restaurant at The Forum Shops at Caesars. Maddie has on a light blue sundress that stops mid-thigh. The heels she has on almost brings her to my height. She looks as gorgeous with her dark hair hanging in curls down her back. Compared to her, I feel underdressed in my tan dress pants and white button-up shirt.

  We spend some time gambling at the black jack tables after dinner, before we take a car back to the Hard Rock. Hitting the hay early is something we both agree on, it’s been a long couple of days, and with the race taking place tomorrow, I know I need rest.

  Climbing into bed and having Maddie’s body tucked up close to me, turns me from wanting to go to bed, to wanting to make love to the woman lying next to me. I blame it completely on her, if she hadn’t climb into bed naked, then I probably would have been able to just fall asleep, but she didn’t. I kiss her neck then her bare shoulder, before attacking the rest of her body. She is putty in my hands the minute my lips touch her skin.