Pretty Dirty (Beautifully Dirty #4)

by Paige Steele

  “Good luck, bro.”

  “Same to you.”

  We hit knuckles and then he’s off to find Ansley. I head in the trailer to discuss with my mechanic a change I want done to my bike. But when I walk in, he and my manager are already talking, and I can tell both of their attention is set on me. I’m told not to focus on anything or anyone but the race. They finish their speech by saying leave it all out there on the track, show all the other riders who you are, and ride clean, not dirty. They make sure I am reminded of what type of rider I’ve always been.

  Knowing they are right, I decide to concentrate on the job that I’m hired to do, and what I need to do to be the one standing on the middle box on the podium. This year has been one of the craziest lineups of racers I’ve ever seen. Between the 450’s and all the lites riders, I think it’s going to make for some interesting racing, that’s for sure. So, I need to be on point and thinking of nothing but getting to the finish line.

  Jesse and Cooper again finish one, and two in their heat, with Jesse taking the win this time. Kenna came in ninth, sending her straight to the main and shocking the shit out of everyone. Now it’s my turn; I’m at the gate, throttles ready, and so am I. As soon as it drops, I’m off, pinning it until all the bikes come together. I get pinched, sending me high and another rider into me directly. It isn’t what I was hoping for, but it’s the hand I’m dealt, so I hit the gas and set my sights on the leader. I scrub the whoops, hit the doubles with ease but I have my work cut out for me to catch the riders in front of me. When I pass mechanic’s row, I see my pit board and it says tenth. Shit, this isn’t good; there are only six laps in a heat, so it doesn’t give me a lot of time to get to where I want to be…first. After two more laps, my board now says seventh and I know I need to be top four to get to the main.

  Fuck, I finish the heat just out of qualifying position in fifth and I’m pissed. Looks like I’ll be going to the semi race. It’s so frustrating, but I refuse to let it consume me. I slow down enough for my mechanic to jump on, but I don’t stop for the reporter that is coming at me. I have no desire to answer her questions.

  Once back at the tent, I toss my helmet and goggles on the table, throw open the sliding doors and slam them shut. I don’t care to hear anyone tell me what I did or didn’t do wrong. Grabbing the remote, I click the button turning the T.V. on; I want to see the footage. I need to see what the fuck happened out there.

  “I know what you’re doing.”

  “Not now, Dad, please.”

  “You’re trying to figure out if you did something wrong.”

  “Dad…”

  “I’m right, aren’t I?” he asks.

  I stare straight ahead at the screen and watch as I come out of the gate, not answering him.

  “You got pinched, there wasn’t anything you could do. Don’t beat yourself up over it. And there’s nothing you can do about it now either, so get yourself ready for the LCQ.”

  “I know you’re right, but it just sucks, ya know?” I close my eyes and hang my head down, staring now at the black floor of the trailer.

  “I do, but now you have to put on a smile, walk outside, and see a bunch of little kids that are dying to meet you. Come on, bud; you can do it. Show all of them that not taking first is okay.” He pats me on the shoulder as he walks off.

  Sitting for a moment, I let everything he said sink in before getting up and doing just what he suggested. The next half hour is spent with the local motocross for kids club. They asked me questions as well as the other racers under the Honda tent. They get ready to leave shortly after I sign a poster for each and we take a group photo.

  My bike is already started as I walk out; my mechanic is standing next to it, giving it gas to get it warmed up for me. There’s nothing better than the smell of the gas mixture that we use in the bikes. It gets me revved up as I take the seat.

  Picking a different gate as we enter the starting line area seems to pay off as I take the win. Now I can’t avoid the Fox Sports camera crew coming toward me. I quickly answer the questions that are asked and then I’m off to the truck.

  Since I don’t get a good gate pick, I’m uncertain how the holeshot’s going to go. I time it perfectly, hitting the throttle at just the right second that the gate drops and I’m off, crossing the holeshot line in first. I quickly pick up speed through the next section of the track. I’m out in front and I intend on keeping it that way.

  I finish how I started, in first. It feels incredible to know I came back from an injury that I thought was going to end my career, and in turn, I won the championship. I come off the track and there stands Kenna and everyone else. They had wrapped up their race right before I went out, and after Cooper kicked ass and won the East-West Shootout, he was also given the number one plate for the lites class. Jesse finished third tonight and second in overall points.

  But who blew everyone away, and who the reporters can’t seem to get enough of, is Kenna. With her twelfth place finish, she made history in what has always been known as a man’s sport. She’s such a role model to all the female racers. I couldn’t be any prouder of her. She’s simply amazing.

  I give the crowd standing in front of the podium a champagne shower as I lock eyes with the most beautiful pair I’ve ever seen. I mouth, ‘I love you’ to her, and in return she holds up her hands, making the shape of a heart with her fingers, while mouthing, ‘I love you too.’

  I wrap up everything that needs to be done, then I head over to collect my girl. As much as I love to race, I’m glad this Supercross season is over. Now I’m looking forward to the outdoor races.

  “Hey you…you ready?” I say, walking under her tent.

  “Hey yourself.” Walking over, she stands on her tiptoes to give me a quick kiss to the lips, “Congrats on tonight.”

  “Thanks, congrats to you, too. That’s a hell of a finish you had.”

  “I know, right?” She giggles a little as she bends over, picking up her two bags.

  “Though it looks like my Princess is pretty dirty. I think I need to take you back to the room and help you clean it up.”

  “Oh, do you?”

  “Hmm, hmm.” I can’t help but to want to get my hands on her one way or another. Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her with several small kisses.

  After she says goodbye to everyone at her truck, we’re off to the hotel to shower and change, then meet everyone out at Omnia Nightclub at Caesar’s Palace. Finally it’s time to let loose and party, and it seems nice not having to worry about getting up to ride in the morning.

  I come out of the bathroom to the sight of Kenna fully bent over, while putting on one of her heels. Slipping her foot into the other one, she stands back up just as I let out a whistle. Without turning around, she adjusts her skintight red dress. I don’t see panty lines, so that can only mean one thing, which makes my lower half stir in anticipation.

  “Good God, you’re fucking hot.”

  “Yeah, well you ain’t so bad yourself there, Hot Stuff.”

  “I can’t wait to peel that off you, later tonight.”

  “And I can’t wait for you to do it.”

  “We better get out of here before I do it now. You have no idea how delicious you look. I think red is my new favorite color.”

  She laughs as she reaches for her little purse that lies on the bed. Again she has to bend over in front of me, and I can’t control my need for her. My body moves directly behind her, my fingers digging into her hips as she stands, looking over her shoulder at me. She wiggles her ass just a tad against a part of my body that is already hard as stone.

  “Are you sure you want to go out?”

  “Yes, now get this under control, or you’re going to look pretty funny walking around like that all night,” she says, smirking while she slides her hand down the outside of the dress pants I’m wearing.

  “It’s your fault, not mine.”

  “Haha, I know,”

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nbsp; She plants one more kiss to my lips before we head to the door. I adjust myself as we walk out of the suite and think…damn this could be a long night. Grabbing her hand, we make our way to the elevators and then the lobby. We walk from our hotel to the club. As we enter, I see Jesse holding up a bottle of Jack in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other in one of the VIP lounge areas. As we walk over to them, we are immediately let through the ropes that gate off the couches. There are several tables with finger foods and plates, as well as our own private bar and bartender.

  The drinks start flying from the bottles to our mouths as everyone starts downing several cocktails. The first round of shots are poured within the first fifteen minutes of us being there. But my hands can’t seem to stay away from the ass that is covered in red. The more I drink, the more I touch.

  After a couple hours of drinking, we all head to the dance floor to let out some much needed energy. A comment is made about the hot piece of ass in red. I turn to see it’s the fucker that took out Kenna on the track a while back, and my anger boils over.

  “You better watch it, fucker.”

  “Ryan, don’t worry about him,” Kenna says.

  “Clearly, she wears the pants on the track but not off it. Damn, Kenna, I’d fuck you too.”

  That’s all it takes before my fist connects with his jaw and then his nose. Cooper and Jesse reach forward and grab both the asshole and his buddy, walking them to security; they get them thrown out. As I watch them leave, Kenna leans into me, locking lips with mine.

  “As much as I don’t want you fighting, that was hot as hell.”

  “Fucker had it coming.”

  We finally make our way back to the lounge, through a sea of people. We have added a few more people, from the teams, and the night just seems to be getting started when a new round of drinks are poured. Before I know it, we are shutting down the place at four a.m.

  As we all walk out, the girls are all carrying their shoes in their hands because they are more than a little tipsy. And us guys, well, we don’t looks so dressy anymore with our shirts hanging out, and I’m not sure who’s winning the game in the tipsy department…because there are more than a couple of us that are completely shitfaced.

  “Wow that was some fight, Rocky, you knocked him good.” Ansley’s imitating boxing moves, with shoes in her hand, to Ryan.

  “Fucker pissed me off.”

  “Yeah, well you showed him, nobody fucks with our girl. Huh, Ken?” she says, throwing her arm around Kenna, with a shoe in each hand.

  “I could have kicked his ass, too,” Maddie chimes in.

  “I know you could have, and I would have helped you,” Josie slurs.

  “We could have tagged teamed him. I would have hit him, then tagged you in, ya know like they do in wrestling on T.V.” Both she and Josie start laughing together, as well as everybody else.

  “Oh, you two would have been a sight to see,” Cooper says.

  “I’d pay money to see that,” Jesse states.

  “Oh, yeah, well we would have won too.” They try and high five each other but remember they are carrying their shoes still, so they tap their shoes together.

  “Hey, Jesse, how much money?” Maddie asks, poking him with her shoe in the stomach, all while trying to balance herself so she doesn’t fall over.

  “To see you wrestle, Cupcake…name your price.”

  “Cupcake, huh? I’ll show you cupcake.” She tries poking him again but trips and almost falls over.

  “Whoa, easy, girl.” Jesse reaches out and grabs her waist, steadying her on her feet.

  “Lord, help us with these women,” I say out loud, chuckling.

  “Don’t you worry about us women, we got it all under control. Right, ladies?” Kenna says, while stumbling a bit herself.

  We all finally make it back to our hotel, say our goodbyes, and then we’re all off to our rooms. As we enter, I immediately start stripping her of her dress, like I promised earlier. I squat in front of her, gliding my hands up her legs until my fingers slip under her dress. My hands continue making their way up, hesitating as the sweet spot is exposed, and just as I suspected, there is nothing under her dress but pure satin skin. I inhale briefly before moving up again, as goosebumps have covered her entire body, causing me to harden instantly. Placing a tiny kiss to her belly button, I begin to stand, lifting her dress completely up and over her head.

  As she stands fully naked in front of me, her eyes are fully dilated, waiting in anticipation of what will happen next. Removing my shirt, I feel the love and lust lingering between us. I pull at my belt and toss it in the chair. Just as I pop the button to my pants, her hands reach forward. Taking charge a bit, she starts to unzip my zipper; as my pants hit the floor so do her knees. Looking down at her has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Taking me fully into her hand, then mouth as she makes a low humming noise, makes me growl out in appreciation. Continuing her assault on me, she brings me to my breaking point, and I explode deep in the back of her throat. I repay the favor nicely as I lay her down on the bed and send her into ecstasy, not once, but twice. Though the second time was when I was inside her, bringing us there together.

  Dropping to my side, I reach forward, pulling the covers over us both. We both lay here for a couple seconds before either one of us speaks.

  “I love you,” she whispers.

  “God, you’re amazing. I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”

  “I feel the same.”

  “Princess, I love you more and more every day.”

  “I never knew I could feel like this.”

  She snuggles in close to me as her lids flicker shut and her head rests over my heart. I look up, saying a silent prayer to the man up above…Thank you for bringing her into my life, keeping her safe on the track, and showing me how to love her. I finally feel exhaustion take over as I slowly drift off, holding her tightly against my body.

  Ryan

  We flew from vegas to Mexico, staying at Velas Vallarta. It’s a beautiful place, set on the coast of Puerto Vallarta. Waking up on Sunday morning after the finals, I surprised Kenna. I just wanted us to get away from everything for a few of days, so I booked it.

  From playing in the sand to dancing at night, we enjoyed ourselves tremendously. It was just what the doctor ordered for us. Have you ever watched the most beautiful girl in the world become more beautiful, right before your very eyes? Well I did, her sun-kissed skin made me want my hands on her all the time.

  After three days, we’re now back on a plane. Once we land, we’ll go to Kenna’s place, so she can pick up some new clothes, and then head to the house I share with the rest of the Honda team.

  We have just one more day of downtime before the craziness of training starts for the Motocross season. So we decide to hang outside this afternoon. Sitting out back and relaxing seems almost impossible, when she’s face down in the lounge chair next to me in a bright yellow Hyped Energy bikini. I keep catching her out of the corner of my eye, as her ass wiggles from time to time.

  “Is there a problem over there?”

  “It’s damn hot out here. I think I need a dip in the pool.” She raises herself up on her elbows and looks over at me.

  “It is and it just got hotter.” I smirk at her.

  “Oh, shut up.”

  “Haha, what? I only speak the truth,” I yell, as she continues to walk toward the pool.

  Kenna steps down on the first step and then the second, before she sits. I watch her closely as she starts splashing water up her arms and chest. Glancing over at me, smiling brightly, lets me know she knows exactly what she’s doing to me and is enjoying every second of it.

  Each of our phones ding at the same time, notifying us of an incoming text. Looking down I see it’s a group message, with Maddie, Josie, Cooper, Jesse, and Ansley, with Ansley being the sender of it.

  Ansley: Hey everyone, party at our house tonight!

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nbsp; Jesse: I’m game.

  Maddie: K, but is it ok if I bring Justin?

  Cooper: As long as he behaves like a good boy and plays well with others. Haha

  Josie: Can’t wait and Maddie will bring her whip in case he misbehaves. Lol

  Maddie: You know it. Lol

  Me: What do you want us to bring?

  Kenna: Yeah, I can make something.

  Ansley: Just bring yourselves. We’re taking care of the rest. Be here at seven.

  Both of our phones sound like a pinball machine with all the dings as everyone responds one last time.

  We’re the first to arrive at Cooper and Ansley’s place and are greeted at the door by Ansley. She immediately hugs us both then the girls head off to the kitchen, arm in arm. I’m sent out back where Cooper is standing with a beer in his hand. He tosses one to me as I walk through the opened sliding glass door. We start talking about the upcoming outdoor season and the wedding, that’ll happen in a little over a week. It’s then that I realize I’m a bit jealous of him; he bought a house this year and is getting ready to marry his best friend, as well as mine. Ansley and Cooper are perfect together, and I couldn’t be happier that they finally realized they are in love with each other. I think it’s time I start making some changes in my life, as well, starting with a house that I can see spending the rest of my life in, with Kenna by my side.

  You know it’s going to be a great time when everyone starts arriving with a six-pack in hand. Cooper and Ansley put on a spread like nothing I’ve ever seen. They didn’t forget anything, between the salads, chicken, steaks, and desserts, no one should go home hungry.

  Maddie brings Justin, and I can tell that Jesse is instantly frustrated as hell with that situation. The glares he throws her are kind of amusing. It’s hard not to laugh, but then again, I wouldn’t be too happy if the girl I loved was hanging with someone else too. Yes, I can tell he’s in love with her, even if he says they’re only friends, the look on his face says it all.

  “Dude, why don’t you tell her how you feel?”

  “Fuck you,” is all he says before he walks off and I chuckle.