by Paige Steele
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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Cooper
DAYS TURN INTO WEEKS, then into months. Now it’s been two damn years since we all moved on with our lives. Ryan’s life is going at lightning speed, so he shoots off texts to me every now and again. But unless he has downtime, which isn’t too often, I don’t hear from him. Seeing him in magazines with different women on his arms and at the top of the podium several times, only tells me that he’s doing okay for himself. Hopefully our friendship stays intact and doesn’t become one big screw up like Ansley’s and mine has.
Me-What’s up?
Ryan-Hey Dickhead, nothing, finally sitting down for the night. What’s going on with you?
Me-Pussy. I’m getting ready to head out to find myself a hottie, so I can get laid tonight.
Ryan-Haha. You have fun trying to do that; don’t cause too much trouble while you’re out.
Me-There’s no trying, buddy, you know me. Lol
Ryan-Yeah, I know that with me as your wingman you had no problems picking up chicks, but you by yourself . . . I don’t think you got what it takes.
Me-Bullshit, I’ve got skills you haven’t even seen yet.
Ryan-Ok, pretty boy. Lol
Me-Well, not all of us have the ladies flocking to us because we are a Pro Motocross rider. Lol
Ryan-Yeah, it’s rough. Lol
Me-I bet. Damn, I can’t wait to move out there.
Ryan-It’s going to be awesome. You’ve still been riding and racing a lot?
Me-Yes, every chance I get. I’ve been riding with a couple roommates but they fuck around the track doing tricks over jumps. They are more freestylers than racers, but they’re pretty cool guys.
Ryan-Yeah, they sound like good guys. Keep riding, so you can show these boys out here how it’s done. Now go and get a hottie for me tonight too. I’m too tired to function.
Me-And you call me a pussy. Lmao
Ryan-Later lol
This kinda texting is the norm for Ryan and me. We shoot the shit; see what’s up and then it might be a few days or longer before I hear from him, because of his schedule. I’m okay with it totally; at least I get a fucking response when he gets my messages. Though I’ve stopped asking him if he’s heard from Ansley, because most of the time he has, and it just pisses me off more.
Me-Ansley I hope you are doing well. It’s been three long years in college, can’t wait till next year, so I can graduate and move out to California with Ryan. You coming too?
Nothing . . . I only wait for about five minutes before my phone goes flying across the room and the screen is smashed. It says it was delivered and read but no response. I’m over it. Every time I say I’m not contacting her again, I do it anyway. I shouldn’t care, but I do.
I see my phone light up and then the beep to let me know there’s a text . . . fuck! Walking over, I reach down and pick it up. She did respond and I can barely read it through the cracked glass.
Ansley-Things are good. No, I am not planning to move to CA with you guys. I hope things are good with you too.
There’s that ‘I hope things are good’ message, which I’ve gotten so many times in the past. I mean, when she decides to return a text. Damn it! Well, since my screen’s cracked to hell, I won’t be responding. It’s not a bad thing . . . maybe she’ll know how it feels to wait for a response and get nothing.
Cooper
I ROLL OVER IN MY bed, giving the hot ass lying next to me a ‘Thank you, but now it’s time for you to go,’ tap. I don’t want to be a total douche, but really, she needs to be gone, before the smokin’ little brunette that I invited to my house party tonight arrives. She moans a little. I’m wondering if she thinks I’m playing with her, but in all reality . . . I’m dead serious.
“Let’s go, honey.”
“Why, Cooper? I’m willing to stay in bed, if you are,” she says, as she rubs her hand down my chest, over my abs, heading further south.
“Nice thought there, sweets, but not today. I have a house party that starts in about an hour.” I stop her hand, just as she is about to wrap it around my manhood.
“I could stay for the party?”
“Sorry, can’t happen, either. I have company coming over soon,” I say, as I slide out of bed. It doesn’t even faze her when I say that, nor do I care if it does. We aren’t exclusive and she knows it.
She lies across the bed, tangled in my sheets for a few more minutes. She watches me as I gather her clothes that are thrown from one end of my room to the other. I don’t even remember doing that, clearly it was in the heat of the moment. After about twenty minutes, I feel a sense of relief; she is up, dressed, and now heading for the front door. She seems pissed about the fact that she can’t stay. I know she wouldn’t mind sharing. In fact, just last week we had som
e fun together with one of her friends. So, her staying wouldn’t be a problem. But I know the brunette that’s coming, and she wouldn’t be down for it, at all.
The party is in full swing when I walk downstairs, after taking a shower and changing my sheets. I scan the room to see my fun for tonight sitting and talking to one of her friends. I walk up and she stands to give me a kiss.
“Honey, you sit your pretty little ass back down and I’ll go get us drinks,” I say, giving her a quick kiss to her lips.
My roommates and I are throwing a party tonight, kicking off spring break, which starts tomorrow. I’ve been busy busting my ass in and out of school. Hitting the books during the week and the local dirt tracks every weekend. Winning races has never felt so good. My classes this year have been easier than in the last three. I’m taking just what is needed to finish my degree. My heart is in a different place and it’s not school. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve enjoyed the time I’ve spent here. I’ve made a bunch of new friends, but riding in the dirt and mud is where I’d rather be. So, tonight will be me celebrating getting through the last four years, doing what my father has required me to do. But come June, I will finally be doing what I love . . . riding my dirt bike, day in and day out.
“Who’s mixing the drinks tonight?” I shout over to Adam, as I walk in his direction.
One of us is always in charge of playing bartender at our parties, because the shitheads that come to these things would just down the liquor. We don’t need anything to get out of hand. We just want to have a good time, nothing more, nothing less. The keg is over in the corner; we leave that to the party goers to handle on their own.
Adam and I have been roommates since the beginning; we started at the dorms together our freshman year and as soon as we could move out, we did. Two guys from down the hall were looking for an apartment as well. That’s how the four of us got to be the best of friends. Trey and Cole are great guys; they enjoy heading out to ride with me when I need to practice. Though they don’t race, it’s all for fun with those two. Adam is a spectator; he loves hanging with us at the tracks but doesn’t get on a bike himself. Well, I guess he does ride a bike, it’s just one that doesn’t require an engine. He’s been known to go to the local BMX track to do a race or two. When he comes home with a trophy, he usually sets it on the shelf and keeps walking. It doesn’t even affect him to win, he’s says he’s only doing it for fun, but he’s pretty good at it. Though with him at the track with us, it ends up being a win for all of us, as he meets the ladies while we are out riding. When we come off the track, there’s usually anywhere from three to five of them under our tent. They all love to come watch me kick ass on the weekends, wherever I’m racing. Their support means a lot to me.
“I am, Fucker. Why, what do you need?” Adam shouts from behind the bar. One of Brantley Gilbert’s songs is blaring through the surround sound speakers, making it impossible not to yell at each other.
“Give me something fruity for my lady, I’m coming to grab a beer,” I say, walking behind the bar. We keep our stash of what we want to drink in the small fridge behind there.
“She’s a hot one, you lucky son of a bitch.”
“She is fine as hell, isn’t she?”
“I’d say.”
“Where’s your lady at?”
“She just went to the bathroom with a couple of her friends. She’ll be back.”
“They always come back,” I say and we both start laughing.
I look around the room as I grab our drinks. We have our sliding glass doors wide open, and there is beer pong being played on the back deck, as others are dancing in the living room to the music. We made sure our house was tricked out with some cool shit. Instead of a dining room table, we have a pool table, and instead of pictures hanging on the wall, we have dartboards.
When my eyes meet with the long legged brunette named Abbi, I give her a huge smile. I watch as a jackass walks by and stops to talk to her. What the fuck does he think he’s doing? As I march over there, through the crowd of about fifty, I see him lean into her. I just chuckle to myself, he doesn’t stand a chance, and now he is making an enemy.
I set the drinks on the table next to her and tap him on the shoulder. He turns toward me, as I speak, “Hey, asshole, I suggest you keep walking.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I can certainly help you, if need be,” I say, as I hand her the drink that I had Adam make for her.
“Oh, really?”
Now I’m getting pissed. First, no one is going to question me in my own house, and second, who the fuck does he think he is?
“Buddy, I’ll only say this once, before I’m going to help you out of MY house. Then, I’m going to beat your ass.”
He starts laughing and that strikes my last nerve. I swing my fist and connect with his jaw perfectly. He stumbles backward, and before I know it, Cole is next to me grabbing the jackass and dragging him out the front door. You see, Cole is six foot two and doesn’t take shit from anyone. Cole walks back in and gives a nod in my direction, letting me know he’s taken care of the situation. We have each other’s back, no matter what. We might have never pledged to a frat house, but we pledged to each other.
As I turn back to look at the little hottie I’m with, she grabs my face and smacks me with a kiss that is fucking hot as hell. I guess hitting that guy is going to pay off for me tonight. Shit, if I don’t slow her down, she’ll be taking me for a ride in front of the whole party.
“We have all night, girl.” I pull back just a bit.
“I’d rather make it a night of just you and me,” she says, winking at me.
I’m not an idiot, I know exactly what she means, but it’s my party, and it just started an hour ago.
“Honey, let’s hang for a bit, then we will go find a quiet place. K?”
“That’s fine, but just so you know, I’ll make it worth your while if you don’t drag this party out all night long,” she whispers in a sexy tone in my ear. She turns to walk in front of me, giving me a direct shot of her ass; what a mighty fine ass it is.
At one point in the night, I see Cole with two girls in the corner; they are both kissing his neck. What a lucky bastard he is going to be later, I’m sure of it. Looking out at the back deck, I see Trey just hanging with a group of people doing shots and talking. Adam has his hands all over his girl, as she sits on top of the bar. He has been seeing Mia for a little bit, now. She is a cutie and cool to have around. She calls us out on our stupid behavior, never caring who is around, and never puts up with shit from any of us.
“Hey, sexy, you going to dance with me or what?” Abbi asks, while already shaking her hips at me and bringing my thoughts back to her.
“Lead the way, sweet thing.”
Chase Rice’s, Do It Like This, is the next song that comes on; it is one that we can grind hip to hip to. She knows exactly how to work what she has, and her ass is meeting me in just the right spot. She sweeps her long brown hair to one side and looks over her shoulder at me, singing the words , “mmm so come on shake your money maker, ahh you ain’t nuttin’ but a heartbreaker.” My hands are gripping her hips tightly and pulling her even closer to me. Ok, it’s time to get this party really started. Taking her by the hand, we walk through the crowd and right up the stairs to my room. Closing the door behind us, I lock it. I’m not going to let some stupid shithead walk in on us.
As I turn back around, she is unzipping her dress from the back, and letting it drop to the floor. “Damn, took you long enough to bring me up here,” she says, as she stands there in her barely there thong and bra set.
To be honest, I can’t wait to get my hands on her. Walking over, I pull my shirt up over my head and throw it in the chair. I chuckle just a bit at her comment, knowing it was all of about a half hour that we have even spent downstairs.
“Abbi, you girl, are one fine piece of ass.”
“Cooper, you’re not so bad yourself.”
“Oh, yeah?” I say smirki
ng at her, because I know I’ve never had any complaints.
“I’m going to count your abs, while I lick my way down your goodie trail.”
“Then, by all means, don’t let me stop you.”
She reaches forward and slides her hands in the waistband of my basketball shorts. “First, these need to go.”
Letting her take them down, along with my boxer briefs, is a win for me. She is now eye level, or should I say mouth level, with just what I’m going to use to make her scream. Leaning forward, she drags her tongue down my stomach, before taking me in her mouth. She’s talented, I give her credit for that. Her oral skills are impeccable.
“I think we need to take this to the bed, sweetheart,” I say, smiling down at her after a few minutes.
“Whatever you want, Cooper.”
“Whatever I want, huh?”
She nods as she unhooks her bra, sliding it down her arms until it drops to the floor. Then, she shimmies out of her tiny thong. I’m lying on the bed as she climbs on top of me. There is no waiting here, once I’m wrapped, she slides into place. Holding onto her hips, I set the pace. The next hour goes by before she drops her head to my shoulder and relaxes her full body against mine. I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.
“I’m going to head to the bathroom, be right back.” I slowly slide out from underneath her, tossing the condom in the trash, before pulling my shorts back on. I unlock the door and start down the hallway, while looking over the railing to the party down below. A bunch of people have left, and now there are just a couple dozen hanging out.
Walking back into the room, I see Abbi sitting on the edge of the bed. She is pulling her bra straps over her shoulders. Even after a roll in the hay, she is stunning to look at. We have gone out a couple times, but we have never committed to one another. Both of us know how to have fun, but after college I’m heading across the country, while she is going to be staying in Florida. Let’s face it, I am by no means ready to settle down. Well maybe, if the right one comes along.
