Pretty Dirty (Beautifully Dirty #4)

by Paige Steele

  He lets go of one hand but not the other, when he starts retreating to my room. As we enter, he doesn’t turn the lights on, for which I’m grateful. I have a bruise on my left hip from a fall I took about a week ago. It’s starting to fade nicely, but he may still be able to notice it.

  “Can I slip this off you?” he asks, rubbing his hands down my sides until his fingers touch bare skin at the edge of my dress.

  “You may.”

  His hands slide back up, as I turn around to show the small zipper that starts at my lower back and goes to the top of my neckline. As he slowly unzips my dress, he also trails kisses down the length of my back until he’s on his knees, and I’m stepping out of my dress. Turning back around, I am now standing in just my black strapless lace bra and matching tiny black lace thong.

  Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve been in very teeny tiny bikinis in front of Ryan but this is much, much, more intimate.

  “God, I’m speechless.” He slowly stands, drinking me in until our eyes meet.

  Moving closer there is no more talking; as our lips connect, I slide my hands under his shirt, removing it slowly, in between kisses. Before long we are both lying on the bed together with no obstacles between us. He starts paying attention to every part of my body, his hands trace over my knees, gliding up my thighs, over my hip bones until his fingers are weaved with mine above my head.

  “Kenna, do I need to be covered? I will if you want me to be, but I’m clean. I’ve haven’t been with anyone in over six months, and I’ve had more physicals and exams than I care to admit,” he says caringly but with a small smile.

  “I’m on the pill, Ryan, it’s fine. I trust you.”

  “Are you sure? Because I will get one if you want, but I have no real desire to move from this position,” he says, looking down at me as I feel his hardness between my legs.

  “I’m sure.”

  He leans forward, kissing my lips tenderly, and then with a bit more urgency. On a level of one to ten on the heat scale, Ryan takes it to an eleven. Touching me with such passion turns me on more than I think I have ever been. As we slowly unite as one, I instantly feel my heart come unglued. Inch by inch he connects us, until a low moan escapes us both. There is no way to truly explain the feelings that take over me.

  As the temperature rises even higher, sweat coats both of our bodies completely. Ryan and I are in sync as we continue finding new ways to add more fuel to an already hot fire. For us the night doesn’t end an hour later, it ends when we see the sun starting to rise.

  Leaning over, I place small tiny kisses to each one of his abs, and then place my head against him as exhaustion starts to set in.

  “Sleep, girl. We’ll shower in the morning,” he says, rubbing my back.

  “It is morning,” I giggle back at him.

  “Well, if you didn’t keep me up half the night, we’d already be asleep,” he chuckles back.

  “Yeah, it was all me,” I say, lifting my head and looking in his eyes.

  “I guess I could have had something to do with it. It’s not my fault though; you’re so incredibly hot that I couldn’t keep my hands off you any longer. Besides, I’ve been waiting months to make love to you, so we just made up for lost time.”

  “Months, huh?”

  “Yes, months. Lord, Princess, don’t tell me I was in this alone.”

  “Haha, no you weren’t.”

  “Good, you had me nervous there for a moment. Now we both need a couple hours of sleep, so close those beautiful eyes.”

  The next morning or should I say the same morning, is not as awkward as I thought it might be. I’m not exactly sure how Ryan will be in front of others; I’m just going to follow his lead. Not wanting to come across as the pushy one, I let him take charge.

  “There’s the two love birds,” Cooper yells over to us as we both walk out of my bedroom, holding hands.

  “How’s Mrs. Bobbitt this morning?” Ryan asks in reply.

  “She’s good, though has a bit of a headache. I tried to get her to take aspirin before going to bed, but she kept saying aspirin isn’t what she wanted to put in her mouth,” he says shrugging his shoulders and smirking.

  “Dude, keep that shit to yourself, she’s pretty much my sister.”

  “Yes, please,” I immediately agree with Ryan.

  “Haha,” he laughs back at us.

  “Ok, wow, Ans, you look like shit,” Ryan says, as she comes walking out of the bathroom.

  “Ok, wow, Ry, thanks,” she says, flipping him the bird.

  “Does someone have a hangover?” Ryan teases.

  “Yes, Jackass. So shut it, would ya?”

  “Baby, I’ll take care of you. Come here,” Cooper says with open arms, as he laughs at her.

  “Fuck you, Coop. But yes you will. It’s your fault I drank too much.”

  “Why the hell is it my fault?”

  “Because you didn’t stop me,” she whines to him.

  “Last I checked, my love, you are a big girl, or at least that’s what you kept telling me last night, when I tried taking away your last shot at the bar.”

  “Whatever,” she says; waving her hand in the air as she sits on one of the barstools and drops her head in her folded arms on the countertop.

  “Let me get the aspirin,” I offer.

  “Yes, please.”

  “Oh, now you want it,” Coop laughs.

  Ryan joins him, and she again flips them both the bird, without lifting her head. We order lunch instead of breakfast because it’s already eleven o’clock. It arrives shortly before twelve and we take it up to the top deck to eat outside. It’s a beautiful day and right now Ansley could use some vitamin D in her life. Though she’s starting to feel better, she’s still not loving life.

  The rest of the week Ryan trained and I had to get my own ass in racing order too. I spent the days at a backwoods sort of track that no one really knows about, while he rode in his backyard and at a couple of the local tracks. Then we both got a good workout in his gym before we’d eat a healthy dinner and crash. He decides that he wants to drive to Anaheim and asks me to ride with him. Cooper and Ansley are doing the same, and since Justin didn’t even ask Maddie, she’s riding with us. Personally, I think she’s making a mistake but that’s for her to figure out I guess.

  It’s Thursday morning at four a.m. and we’re all packed up and ready to head out. Once there, we need to get checked in and changed because press day starts at noon today. The top ten riders will be there, and all of us girls, plus three more, will be coming too.

  Ryan asked me early in the week to stay with him, but I felt like I couldn’t leave Maddie high and dry. Both Ansley and myself, decide that we are going to forgo staying with guys, and we are making it a girls’ weekend. Neither Cooper nor Ryan are thrilled about it, but Jesse on the other hand, is completely all smiles about it. I’m thinking it’s because that means Maddie won’t be staying with Justin, though he’d never admit it.

  We check in, grabbing our key cards, and start to head up when Cooper gives Ansley a swat on her ass, kisses her hard, and whispers something in her ear that makes her blush. Ryan comes over, places a sweet kiss to my lips then hands me one of his cards, letting me know I can let myself in anytime I want, he smiles and walks away.

  “Don’t worry, BOYZZZ…” Maddie yells over to the guys, as they walk away, “I’ll take good care of your girls. Now go take your cold showers with ‘Rosie Palm and her five sisters,’ and we’ll see you at press day.”

  As she air quotes part of her comment, all the guys keep walking and let their middle fingers fly in her direction. She’s just laughs, throws her arms around both Ansley and myself, and starts walking us forward toward the elevators. It’s good to know we can always count on her for some entertainment.

  Walking into the press conference, we are positioned to stand in between each guy, and they are sitting in seats based on the way they finished the season last y
ear. There are both the 450 riders and the lites class here. The rider with the number one plate, usually sits in the middle, but with Ryan moving up to the bigger bikes, he is off to one side a bit more. Since Cooper was second in points last year, he is seated right next to Ryan in the center. Then the other guys from both classes are filtered up and down the table.

  “Nice outfit,” Ryan says under his breath, while clearing his throat.

  I just smile down at him, wink, and move just right, showing just a bit more skin as the little black skirt I’m wearing has a tiny slit on the side. It moves perfectly to catch his eye then I hear a low growl come from his throat.

  After the riders are finished answering questions, everyone stands around talking. The managers for all the teams as well as the rider’s mechanics are there. It’s funny to watch everyone getting along, which they really do off the track, but on the track it’s a man eat man world.

  “Princess…teasing isn’t nice.” I hear Ryan’s voice behind me; it’s low enough that even I can barely hear him.

  “Who’s teasing?” I ask without turning around.

  The next thing he does surprises the hell out of me. Taking my hand, he continues walking until we are out of view of others, then presses me up against the wall, and kisses the hell out of me.

  “If you can get away from the girls, I’d love for you to use the extra keycard you have.”

  “Not tonight, you have a race to concentrate on, so sleep is in your future. When you win, maybe we can celebrate tomorrow night.”

  “There’s no maybe, Princess. Plan on coming to my room after the race, or better yet, I can just kick everyone out of the trailer at the track.”

  “Haha, you’re funny.”

  “I’m not laughing.” He kisses me one more time then walks away.

  I watch him and I think how lucky I am, then I remember my secret. Will Ryan have a problem with it?

  Ryan

  It’s January ninth, Saturday morning, and it’s the first race of the Supercross season. Getting to the track mid-morning isn’t soon enough for me. I can’t wait to step foot on the track and walk around it. Almost all of the riders do just that, usually with their mechanics and teammates. It’s good to determine where you can make up time, and where you can get a good pass in. The starting line is where the strategy begins though. The start is the key; it can make or break your race.

  We head over to the riders’ meeting, where I’m told which heat race I’ll be racing in, and then we make our way back to the trailer. I head right in to relax for a bit before the pits open up to the fans. I know I have to be out there at three to sign autographs and take pictures, so I need some downtime right now. I want my head in the right space when the gates drop.

  “Ryan, you in here dickhead?”

  I hear Cooper’s voice as the doors slide shut.

  “I am. Come up.” Usually you don’t see too many of the other team members in each other’s trucks, well at least not before the races. But Cooper’s different, he’s like family and everyone knows that.

  “You ready to rock and roll today?”

  “I think so, you?”

  “I know I am and so are you. Do you remember what you said to me at my first pro race? You told me that I had been training my whole life for that moment, and I was meant to do it. So now, I’ll tell you the same thing. You’ve been busting your ass for weeks now, getting back in shape to kick ass out on the track; now let’s do this…together.”

  “Agreed,” I say, standing up, walking over to him, and giving him a fist bump.

  “Let’s give the fans what they came to see…some good fucking racing,” he says, as he slaps me on the back before taking the stairs back down.

  I sit here for a couple more minutes, trying to get my mind focused on the task and job at hand. The team’s manager yells in that I need to be outside in five for signings. Standing up, I take a deep breath and head outside. Looking over the crowd, I see that there’s quite the line of fans waiting. I see my posters in the stand and that my chair is last; that’s because they don’t want the line getting stuck right at the beginning. I take my place as the rope is dropped to let fans start walking in the gated areas in front of our tent, which is attached to our trailer. My teammates are in their chairs as well, pictures are being taken and autographs are being signed.

  After I spend just over an hour signing, the rope is clicked back in place, letting fans know that the autograph sessions are now over. Now it’s our time to eat, relax, and get ready for the heats that start in about ninety minutes. Practice went well earlier, and I had the third fastest lap time behind the leaders from last year. Honestly, only two seconds separate each of us, so it’s anyone’s game. I’ve really tried to keep my eye on the prize, but if I’m going to tell the truth, then I should be saying that my sight has been on the incredible hottie that is across the way from us. Knowing she’ll be my prize tonight makes my need to stay indoors, where I can’t see her, more important than ever, otherwise my focus will be all fucked up.

  As I walk up the stairs to the lounge area, I hear the slider open and close again, I glance over my shoulder to see my parents walking in.

  “What the hell are you two doing here?” I ask with shock in my voice.

  “Hello to you too, Son.”

  “No, Dad, I’m glad, but last week you didn’t think you could get away and now here you are.”

  “I moved things around, got someone to look over things and booked our flights.”

  “Wow, thanks for coming.”

  “Hello, Dear.” My mom leans in and hugs me tightly.

  “Hey, Mom.” I return the hug with just as much strength.

  “You ready, Son?”

  “I am. I got this.”

  “How’s your wrist?” Mom asks, with concern in her voice.

  “It’s good, Mom, like really good. It hasn’t bothered me while riding in a long time.” Though I don’t tell her that after a long day of riding that it might ache some.

  “Keep your focus on the track, not who’s in front of you or behind you. Let the other riders eat each other up, then this race is yours to win.”

  “Thanks, Dad. I’ve missed you…both of you.”

  “We’ve missed you too, Son.”

  “Did you eat yet?”

  “Yeah, Mom, I grabbed a bite but you two should get something before the racing begins.”

  “We will, but first let’s talk about how practice went.”

  We sit around talking for about twenty minutes, before my trainer comes in to let me know he needs to stretch me, so I’m ready to take the track. Mom and Dad head down and I follow them out. My muscles are somewhat tight as I climb up on the table, set out under the tent. I have about forty-five minutes to wind down before I will be riding my bike to the gate, with my mechanic on the back.

  I go inside to gear up. I’m standing in nothing but my Calvin’s, when I see a pair of legs come into focus, ones I could recognize anywhere, along with a scent I won’t soon forget.

  “Kenna.”

  “Hello.”

  “Hey.”

  “I tried to leave you alone all day, so you could get back into the swing of things, but I couldn’t sit over there anymore and not come over to give you a good luck hug.”

  “I’ll definitely take a good luck hug, but what I want is a kick some ass kiss,” I say, pulling her closer to me.

  “I can do that.”

  Sliding my hands under the hair on the back of her neck, I draw her lips to mine. She doesn’t protest at all, in fact her hands fall against my chest along with the rest of her. Her lips separate with ease as my tongue meets hers. Slowly pulling away from her is harder to do than anticipated, but I know that this will have to wait until later. I have a race to win.

  “Kick some ass out there, you hear me?”

  “That I will, then we have some celebrating to do.” I smirk at her, while I say the words I know
she expects from me.

  “Bring me the trophy and then we’ll talk.”

  “Oh, there’ll be no talking, I can guarantee you that. Don’t forget to tell Maddie, she’ll have one less roommate tonight.”

  She lets out a laugh as she slides the doors open, and then closes them again. It’s now time to throw on my gear and refocus my thoughts.

  I hit the track and win my heat race with ease. During my interview with Fox Sports, I explain that I never felt better on the bike, and that I am ready, willing and able to do damage tonight in the main. I plan on backing up my words too; there is no doubt in my mind. Once I started my bike and flew off the starting line, I felt like I was in my element, back where I needed to be…home.

  Once my bike is back on the stand, I start drinking several waters and a power drink. I know I need to stay hydrated so I can keep my energy up for the main. It’s not going to be easy and I know I need to stay relaxed. The other guys on the team are shooting the shit about one of the KTM riders, and how much of a pussy he is on the track. I really can’t stand the smack talk; I know it happens, but really, grow up. We are all here doing what we love, so concentrate on yourself, not on others. I walk away because I won’t join in on the conversation. Quite frankly, I know that they are jealous of him having the number one plate for the 450’s in outdoors, so they can’t help themselves. Jackasses.

  The main is about to begin; the Hyped Energy girl takes her walk across the track in her short skirt, thigh high boots, and a top that isn’t covering much. I look at her just as she passes, but I don’t give her another thought, she does nothing for me. Then the thirty second board comes out and it’s Ansley. I’m used to seeing her stand there in front of us and so is Cooper, so for him it’ll be just another day at the races when he takes the gate. Still, I am grateful it isn’t Kenna standing there. Even though she’s been here before, our relationship has changed now, and my mind tends to scramble a bit when she’s around.

  The gates drop and I take off like a bat out of hell. I’m third around the first corner as I’m bumping bars with other riders. I can’t help but lean on the bike as we go fast and hard out of that first turn. I just need to get out of this clean and without going down. The first set of doubles comes into focus, and I take them with ease and take over second. There is a Suzuki just about a bike’s length in front of me.