Pretty Dirty (Beautifully Dirty #4)

by Paige Steele

  The guys start talking about their teams, and the pros and cons of being on each. With Cooper being on Yamaha and Ryan with Honda, they are able to discuss the differences between the two. Ansley and I leave them to call and talk to Josie, who is so excited for the opportunity and can’t wait. I think she’s ready, willing, and able to move out here tomorrow. All we’d have to do is ask, and she’d be packed in an hour and in the car driving. It’ll be great having her around at the races more. She’ll join Maddie as the only other dark haired girl under the tent and will be a nice addition to the Hyped Energy family of blondes and light brunettes.

  I shoot off a text to Maddie, quickly letting her know I won’t be home. She says she’s not surprised, she knew we’d work it out. Then she lets me know Justin is staying at the apartment anyway. I still don’t see what she sees in him, but it’s her business. Ryan assures me that Justin hasn’t brought anyone else back here, but he also doesn’t come home some nights. I know he certainly isn’t staying in Maddie’s bed when he’s missing, because he’s only stayed over twice, I think, so I’m sure he’s up to no good.

  A couple of Ryan’s teammates come in and we all hang out shooting the shit. I’ve gotten to know them and they are pretty cool to be around. They even tell me I kicked ass last week, though they make sure I know I didn’t beat either one of them. We all laugh and talk a bit more before Cooper and Ansley decide to call it a night, shortly after eleven. Ryan and I also excuse ourselves and head up to his room.

  “I’m glad we’re us again,” he says, pulling me close to him once we are behind closed doors.

  “Me, too. I’ve missed you.”

  “Oh, have you?” He starts walking me backwards, until I’m up against his wall.

  “Yes,” I say with a heavy breath.

  His mouth is a mere centimeter from mine. I seriously don’t think I can handle it any longer, and lean forward to kiss him. He backs up just enough so my lips can’t touch his. I scowl at him and possibly pout a little too.

  “Good things come to those who wait.” He smirks at me while making his statement.

  He laces his fingers with mine and holds my hands straight down against the wall. I smile at him because I know in the end; he is the ‘good things’ I will get. He starts placing small pecks on my neck, causing all sorts of goosebumps to cover my entire body.

  “You taste incredible, Princess.”

  “I’d like to be reminded of your taste as well, but you backed away from me.”

  “Haha, did that upset you?”

  “Yes,” is all I can get out because I can’t quite think straight when his lips are on me, and right now he’s torturing me with both his mouth and tongue.

  “I haven’t been able to touch you, kiss you, or make love to you for weeks, so we’re taking this nice and slow. I’m going to savor every inch of you tonight.”

  He releases my hands to lift me up, pushing me harder against the wall as his body and lips crush into mine. Ryan is showing me a side of him that isn’t so tender, yet in turn it’s fueling my body with more heat than ever before. As his hands slip under my shirt, gripping into my hips, mine are linked around his neck, while my ankles are locked together around his waist. Every kiss is more powerful than the last, and there seems to be a sense of urgency behind each one. My shirt dips enough in the front, allowing him access to my collarbone; he glides his tongue directly across the full length of it.

  Pushing away from the wall, he walks us to his bed, and slowly makes his way to the middle with me still in his hands. He lays me down gently and I watch him lean back on his heels and pull his shirt up over his head. My breath hitches as I take in the sight of him. The moon coming through the window illuminates his body, just enough to show me every muscle in his chest and indent of his abs. He is not only gorgeous to look at but incredible to touch.

  I wait for his next move, as he seems to be in a trance staring down at me. He removes my shirt at a slow pace, inch by inch, until it’s lying on the floor next to his.

  “Beautiful.” It’s the only word that comes out before he gets close to me and speaks again,

  “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  “I feel the same way,” I say, gazing up at him.

  As he starts to strip us both, so there are no barriers between us, I watch him carefully. He takes his time with my shorts, just like he did with my shirt. They go down, but not like he’s ever done before. His tongue starts at my neck and for every inch he moves, so does his mouth. If it stops, so he can enjoy a bit more of me, so do his hands. This little game of ‘tease Kenna’ is turning me into a very needy girl. He stops again as his tongue dips into my belly button and my shorts are at my knees. Gliding from one hipbone to the other, he torments me just a bit more. Coming back across, he hesitates right at the edge of my lace-covered panties, making a clean sweep of his tongue as his teeth bite the edge of them. Dragging them down, with no use of his hands, he stops halfway and inhales deeply. I arch my back just a bit, as I let out a low moan.

  I hear a growl come from his throat, just before both my shorts and panties slide completely from my body. I’m not sure when or how, but his shorts are now with the rest of our clothes, piled together on the floor. Pulling me at my hips until my lower half is pressed up against his, he sits back again on his heels, his eyes travel the full length of my body, and the need for him grows as if it is our first encounter.

  “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to seeing you naked underneath me.”

  “Hmm, I hope not.” I smile up at him with love in my eyes.

  “Never.”

  As our bodies merge into one, our hearts begin to beat at the same rate, and I feel our love growing stronger by the minute. We remain connected as Ryan moves us, until I am now straddling him; his fingers hold me firmly in place as he rocks us into a world of pleasure. We are in perfect rhythm together, meeting at the top of our peaks at the same time.

  His arms circle around me as I fall forward, resting my head on his chest. Holding me against him, I feel more secure than I ever have. He places a kiss to the top of my head as his hand rubs up and down my back. My eyelids are getting heavy, as the rest of my body comes down from the high of making love. After several minutes, Ryan slowly moves me to the side of him, though his arms never leave me. We fall asleep together, without a word being said, and it feels like the most natural thing to do.

  It’s Thursday morning and Cooper, Ansley, Ryan, and myself are on our way to the airport. Once we arrive, we all settle into our seats on the corporate jet that Mr. Brewis sent for us, so we could visit Ryan’s mom for a couple of days. The chatter starts up instantly about racing and riding.

  After landing, there’s a black SUV and driver waiting for us. We weren’t expecting it but Cooper said he isn’t surprised at all. Cooper and Ansley are going to stay at his parents’ place while Ryan and I stay at his. I want to be here for him, as much as he’ll let me. I know this is a difficult situation to have to go through, so I want to support him any way I can.

  We pull into the driveway and I immediately squeeze his hand, which I’ve been holding the entire way. All four of us enter the house, with the lead of course being Ryan.

  “Hey, anyone home?” Ryan yells out.

  “We’re in here, Son,” his dad answers back.

  As we walk into the living room, his mom is sitting upright with her legs covered in a blanket on the couch and his dad’s in the recliner. While she’s reading on her Kindle, his dad is watching some old movie on the T.V.

  “Hey, Mom, how are you feeling?” He sits on the coffee table in front of her.

  “I’m doing good, dear. I told your father that you didn’t need to come home.”

  “Too bad, get used to it. I’ll be home every week until you’re done with treatments.” He kisses her on the cheek before going to his dad, who is now standing next to the rest of us saying his hellos.

  “Glad to see y
ou wised up,” Mr. Evan’s says, as he throws his thumb in my direction.

  “Haha, I did,” Ryan says, winking at me.

  “We both did,” I say back, smiling at both of them.

  “Good, I’m glad.”

  We all visit for almost two hours, when Cooper and Ansley excuse themselves to go to his parents’ house for dinner, letting us know they’ll see us tomorrow. I offer to cook for the rest of us, but Mr. Evans insists on throwing some steaks on the grill. As he and Ryan go outside to do that, I offer to make a salad, while his mom sleeps on the couch.

  The next twenty-four hours go by fast, and we are getting ready to head back out in just a few minutes. Goodbyes are said by all as we pile back into the black SUV. Ryan seems a bit sad as we pull away, so without hesitation I climb on his lap and snuggle in. I don’t say a thing as we go down the road. He rests his chin on the top of my head, then turns until his cheek is lying there, and I hear him whisper, “Thank you.” I turn slightly to kiss his chest, letting him know I heard him.

  Ryan

  Three more weeks have gone by and we’ve all done the same routine, up till now. Today I want to go at it alone to my parents. Kenna has been great through all of this. Honestly, I don’t know where I’d be without her, but my dad says Mom hasn’t been feeling very good this week, so I think it’s best if I go by myself.

  I’ll fly directly from my parents’ to the race, since it’s back in California it’ll make it a bit easier for me. Cooper’s parents are going to fly back with me; they’ve wanted to see a race this year and haven’t been able to get away to one yet. Kenna is going to have to be at the race a day early to do a bunch of different press interviews, so it’s good that she’s staying behind. She’ll check in before me, so I can just head to the room when I get in.

  Mom looks good but a bit pale. She says she hasn’t had much of an appetite and the nausea has taken hold, though it only seems to last a day or two. She’s been taking medication for it and it does seem to help some. Dad looks tired. He says he’s not, but I think the stress of this all is catching up with him. Mr. Brewis has had their cook make up meals for my parents, since my mother hasn’t been up to cooking, and Dad’s been busting his ass working, as well as taking care of her. When Dad leaves, my aunt has been over a lot to help with the laundry and other things. It’s great to see everyone pitching in; it means a lot.

  As I’m getting ready to leave, my dad walks in my old room. I can tell he’s got something weighing on his mind.

  “What is it, Dad?”

  “I just want to tell you good luck this weekend, Son.”

  “Thanks, Dad, but is that it?”

  “It is.”

  “You look exhausted.”

  “Haha, are you saying I look like shit?”

  “Sorry, Dad, but you kinda do,” I chuckle a little at him.

  “It’s just been a long couple of weeks,” he says, as he rubs his hand down his face.

  “More like the last five weeks, Dad.”

  “Well then, on a good note, there are only a few weeks to go.”

  “Is there anything I can do to help? You know I won’t go this weekend, all you need to do is say the word.”

  “No, absolutely not, that’s not an option for you. And you being here every week has helped more than you know. Your mother and I appreciate all you and your friends, as well as what Mr. and Mrs. Brewis have done for us. She looks forward to your visits.”

  “Good, I’m glad but again, Dad, I’ll give it all up.”

  “I don’t want to hear another word about it. Do you understand me?” He’s stern with his words but I know he means well.

  “I do, thanks.”

  We hug it out, and then I grab my bag. We both walk out to the living room for me to say goodbye to Mom, as she is resting on the couch. I bend down and give her a long embrace, whispering in her ear that I love her, and she says it back. I assure her I’ll be back next week for the doctor’s appointment with her oncologist and for her scans. She is having some testing done to see if the spot is shrinking at all. She tells me good luck regarding the race and tells me she’ll be watching. Before I stand, I give her one last hug and kiss her goodbye. Dad shakes my hand as I head for the door and I’m off to race.

  Last night’s race went great. I took second but I had to bust my ass to get there. First, it was a couple Kawasaki riders that were all over me out of the first turn, then the damn KTM came out of nowhere, charging through the field like he was on fire. I came up short on a jump and it cost me the lead. And just like that, he went by me in a flash. Let’s just say I earned the place I got, as it wasn’t an easy race at all. And of course, during my interview I dedicate this race and win to my mom.

  We’ve been home for about six hours and I just want to sit and relax for five minutes. Kenna is on her way over and we are ordering Chinese food and watching some T.V. Both she and I have been on the go nonstop, and tomorrow her step-sister arrives, so she’ll be staying home until we meet up again for the race. Actually, this coming race will have a few more people under our tents than usual; Cooper’s friends from college are coming to do the show they put on in the pits.

  I answer the door after Kenna knocks, and she looks as beautiful as ever, wearing a sweatshirt that is hanging off one shoulder and a little black skirt. Her face is flawless with no makeup, while her hair is down and wavy. I want nothing more than to take her in my arms and never let go. She’s been my rock through everything going on with my mom, and I’ve completely fallen in love with her. I need to find the right time to tell her and show her just how much.

  “Hello, Princess.”

  “Hey there yourself, Mr. Evans.”

  “What’d you bring with you?” I ask as she walks in carrying a bag.

  “Dinner.”

  “I thought we were ordering once you got here.”

  “I just decided on the way to stop and grab something instead, I hope that’s okay.”

  “It is. What are we having?”

  “Burgers and fries,” she says, as she starts to empty the bag on the kitchen table.

  “Now that sounds good.”

  “What else do you have?” I ask, as I see her putting something in the freezer.

  “I brought a little treat for later, if you’re a good boy.”

  “How good do I have to be exactly?” I whisper in her ear, as I lean in and kiss her neck from behind.

  “Hmm, maybe not so good.”

  “Haha, well, that was easy.”

  “Hey, are you calling me easy?”

  “If the shoe fits, Princess.” I start laughing as she hits me in the gut.

  “Brat.”

  “That I am.”

  I start to stare at her as she picks up both plates, “What?” she questions me, and I’m at a loss for words.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” is all I can say.

  “Thanks, but I’ll tell ya a secret…you’re getting lucky later so no need for compliments,” she says smiling. She stands on her tiptoes and plants a kiss to my lips, all while still holding the plates.

  As she turns to walk out of the room, I can’t help but smile and stare at her ass. Yes, I’m a guy, and I can’t help myself. It’s way too fine to be covered all the time. I’ll have to rectify that situation soon. I grab my beer and her glass of wine.

  We eat and talk about what happened at the race yesterday, as well as what to expect at the upcoming one. She chats about her step-sister and when she’s coming. I’m looking forward to meeting her. Kenna assures me that she’s a pistol; a lot like Maddie and will fit in perfectly with everyone.

  It’s close to ten by the time we finally get off the couch and pick up our plates from dinner. After Kenna grabs the ice cream she brought for us, we decide to head outside to enjoy the beautiful night. It’s a bit cool, so I start the outside heaters we have, as well as the fire pit. They’re both electric so it doesn’t take much time at all to get
them going, it’s one click and they’re lit.

  Once I see her place her dish on the patio floor next to her chair, I grab her hand and give it a tug. She knows me well enough to realize that I want her on my lap. She instantly gets up and comes over, though she stands between my legs, not sitting down right away. As I look up at her, I slide my hands up the back of her legs until I reach mid-thigh, as she cups my face in her hands.

  “You mean everything to me, I hope you know that,” she declares, looking directly at me.

  “As you do to me.”

  “I never want to lose you. I’ve…”

  “What is it, Princess?” I can’t help but to ask, when she has the sound of concern in her voice.

  “I just want to tell you…” Her voice trails off again.

  “You can tell me anything, what is it? Remember there are no more secrets between us.”

  “I know.” She licks her bottom lip, glossing it over.

  “Do you want to sit?” I ask, removing one of my hands to pat my leg but she shakes her head.

  “Kenna, honey, what’s the matter?”

  “Nothing. I’ve just…I mean I have…” She lets out a breath and starts again, “I’m completely in love with you, Ryan.” She finishes her words, just over a whisper.

  I stand and immediately take her in my arms. Then with one finger I tilt her chin upward, so her eyes were locked with mine, “Say it again?”

  “I’m in love with you.” Her eyes flutter closed.

  I take her lips at lightning speed. She responds to my assault by giving me full access to her mouth, allowing me to explore her fully. I pull back slightly after several minutes of the most meaningful kiss I’ve ever had.

  “You, my Princess, are more than I could have ever hoped for. I want you to know I love you, too. How could I not, look at you.” I say with a bit of excitement in my voice.