Ridin' Dirty (Beautifully Dirty #2) by Paige Steele Read Free Book Online Page A

First, you know we only hang with the factory pro teams. They have managers that monitor everything they do. Those boys are babysat, so they have to behave most of the time,” she says laughing.
    “So, is that a yes or no about knowing them?”
    “I’ve met a couple, yes. When I first started doing this, I worked the last race of the Motocross season, so I got to meet them then.”
    “Ok, I guess.”
    “All the girls are going to be there.”
    I sit there quietly for a moment. I know, from keeping tabs on both Cooper and Ryan on the Internet, that Ryan is riding on the Factory Honda team, now. What if I run into him tonight? Am I ready to see him? Am I ready for all the face-to-face questions about Cooper?
    I’m so deep in thought, I don’t notice that Maddie has pulled into the parking lot, parked the car, and shut it off. “K, lady . . . push them up and out, but don’t let them fall out.”
    “Maddie . . . seriously, you say that every time we go anywhere dressed like this.” Smiling at her, I grab our bags from the backseat, which hold the posters for us to sign and some plastic H necklaces to hand out, too.
    As we walk into the Suzuki dealer, I notice they have a table set up behind a few of the new 2015 RM Z250 and RM Z450 models that are on the floor for people to buy. There are two of the Pro Motocross/Supercross riders here from Team Suzuki as well. We’re all here to sign autographs and have photos taken with fans for the next two hours. Hyped Energyis the number one sponsor for Team Suzuki, so where they go, usually one or more of the Hypedgirls are right behind them.
    The guys are pretty cool; they don’t really hit on us, though they do ask us out later for drinks. I let Maddie handle them and clearly that is a mistake. She takes their names and numbers and tells them we’ll be in touch.
    “What the hell did you do that for?” I’m laughing at her, she is just too damn cute to be really mad at . . . ever.
    “Well, Ansley dear, you never know when they will come in handy. You know when you are sitting home alone on a Saturday night and want to go out, you now have a number to call,” she says it like it’s the best idea ever.
    “Oh, my Lord, Maddie. What am I going to do with you? You know I will never call him, right?”
    “You might not but, honey, I’ll keep both numbers. They’re hot!”
    The night finishes up shortly after ten. We discuss changing but decide we really don’t have time to before we head to the guys’ house. I start to get a feeling in the pit of my stomach, as we get closer. What am I going to say if I come to face to face with my two best friends? Well, here we are, so let’s hope this isn’t where Ryan is, though I’m pretty sure it is. I’m not ready to discuss what happened, just yet.

 
    Cooper
     
    I’M STEPPING OUT OF the shower when I hear people talking down the hall in the kitchen. Must be the party getting started. I throw on a pair shorts before walking out, carrying my shirt in my hands. I look around to see Ryan and his three teammates doing shots. None of us really drink a lot because of training, but clearly tonight might be the night we let loose. We’ll pay for it tomorrow. Practice might be a little rough, but I’ll worry about it tomorrow, yeah tomorrow, not tonight. I don’t notice that there are five ladies sitting outside, next to the brick fireplace, until I fully walk into the kitchen next to the window. I get a clear view of them and do a double take. I recognize that they’re the five Hyped Energy models that come to every race. When I say they’re hot . . . well, that might be an understatement. They are fucking smokin’ hot!
    “Drink up, buddy!” Ryan holds out a shot to me. I take it from his hand and down it without even looking at it. My eyes are locked on the five beauties.
    I lean over to Ryan, “How often do you have them over?” I nod my head in the models’ direction.
    “They’re usually here whenever they’re