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Authors: Paige Steele
Ridin' Dirty (Beautifully Dirty #2)
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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 some 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.