Ride Dirty (7 page)

Chapter 22

Sam

I’d taken practically all of the items from my dresser drawers, and I was sitting among a pile of clothes on my carpet and I was at a complete loss. I had no idea what I was supposed to wear or bring for the weekend. I decided to phone in the expert.

Jessie answered after just a couple rings. “Hey, Sam! I’m so excited that you and Cory are going with us tomorrow.” I could practically hear my best friend smiling through the speaker.

I laughed at her enthusiasm and then got to the point. “What the heck am I supposed to bring for a weekend in the desert?”

“Well, I’d suggest jeans and a few cute tops. I think the boys are planning on taking us riding,” she answered.

“Riding? Cory didn’t mention that part.”

“Oh, and it gets chilly at night so be sure to pack a jacket. We’re going to have so much fun!” I had to admit I was excited about the trip too. However, I think most of my enthusiasm was stemming from the thought of spending an entire weekend with Cory, not from the idea of camping out in the sand.

Jessie coached me through the rest of my packing. “After that warm-up you told me about on the mountain road the other night, I bet you’ll be getting the full freakin’ treatment this weekend,” she said suggestively.

I hadn’t mentioned last night’s sexcapades to her yet. “Yeah . . . about that . . .”

“What?” she questioned. “Oh my gosh! You didn’t already, did you?”

“Well . . . Cory came over last night and, uh, let’s just say things escalated pretty darn quickly.”

“Ooh get it, girl! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I want to hear all about your night,” she exclaimed.

I laughed. “Thanks for the packing advice, Jess.”

“Hey! Don’t change the subj—”

I cut her off. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said right before I hung up the call.

Chapter 23

Sam

It felt like we’d been driving forever. On either side of the two-lane highway, endless acres of sand stretched as far as the eye could see. The monotony was only broken up by the occasional cactus or abandoned shack. I stared out and watched the desert landscape pass by through the passenger window.

Cory reached over and laced his fingers with mine. “We’re almost there.”

I turned to him and smiled. “I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that before,” I said sarcastically.

He let out a deep laugh. “Well, yeah, last time we weren’t really almost there, but now we are.”

“Uh huh, I’ll believe it when I see it,” I teased. His fingers squeezed my hand tighter.

Finally, about thirty minutes later, we pulled up to a campsite where a big black truck, with a long white trailer attached to the back, was parked. I saw Jessie step out from a door in the side of the trailer and she waved at us with a big smile on her face. Cory parked the truck and we both climbed out.

Jess immediately ran over to greet us. “Hey guys! So glad you could make it.” She pulled me in for a quick hug. She glanced over to Cory. “Josh is in the trailer, he’s getting ready to pull the bikes out.”

“I’ll go give him a hand,” Cory said as he walked away.

Jessie turned back to me. “So!?” she practically squealed. “I’m pretty sure you’ve got an interesting story to share with me.” Her face was pleading with me for details.

I laughed. “Not sure about a story, but I can assure you that
none of it
was disappointing. And you know how people like to tease guys with big trucks about driving ‘compensation vehicles’? Well, I now know that Cory is definitely not compensating for anything.”

Chapter 24 

Cory

Sam hopped down out of the trailer. She looked adorable in the jersey I’d brought for her to wear. Her tiny frame was practically swimming in the fabric, but I loved seeing her in my shirt. I started the engine on the four-wheeled quad and waved her over. I took the helmet from her hand and slipped it on over her head and adjusted the buckle. She pulled her goggles into place and looked up at me.

I pointed toward the right grip. “Okay, now this is the throttle. To give it gas you just need to twist the handle back like this.” I twisted the grip and the motor revved in neutral. I let off the gas and pulled back the brake levers. “These are your brakes. Make sure not to pull them too fast or hard. We don’t want you going over the bars.”

She shook her head side to side. “I definitely don’t want to do that.”

I told her a few other key things, and she nodded along with my quick lesson. “That’s all there is to it. The transmission is automatic so you don’t need to worry about shifting gears.” I patted the blue vinyl seat. “Hop on.”

Sam swung her long, thin leg over and pulled her feet up on the pegs. I couldn’t help but smile at how good she looked riding that thing. Although, I could think of something I’d rather have her riding. I shook the image of Sam riding my cock the morning before from my head.

I bent down next to her helmet so she could hear. “We’re going to take it nice and easy, just follow me.” I headed over to my bike and got on.

We’d been riding for a few miles, and Sam was keeping up just fine. I glanced at her over my shoulder. She was a natural. The sand dunes that surrounded us were peaceful, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to take a break and relax for a few minutes. We rode over the top of another rolling dune and I pulled my motorcycle to a stop. Sam rode up next to me.

Beneath the helmet, she had a huge smile plastered on her face. “This is so much fun,” she said. “I can’t believe I’ve never done this before.” I was thrilled that she was enjoying her first riding experience.

“You’re a natural, babe. Looks like you’ve been riding for years.” Sam beamed at my compliment. I removed my helmet and hung it on my handlebars, and she did the same. As she looked over at me with her pink cheeks and beautiful smile, her long blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail at the back of her neck, I realized I was in deep shit. This was not the type of girl I’d ever be able to walk away from.

***

“Steele, grab me a beer will ya,” Josh called over his shoulder.

I leaned into the trailer and wrenched open the ice chest. My hand fished around in the ice for a few moments before I grabbed out two longnecks. I spun back around toward the fire. The bright orange flames illuminated Sam’s beautiful face as she laughed at something Jessie had said. I stood still for a moment and just admired her from the distance. I could see having a future with this girl. I’d never been able to see a future with any chick before.

“Bro, you coming back or you just gonna stare at us?” Josh’s question snapped me out of my thoughts. I walked back to my chair next to Sam and handed the Commander his beer as I sat down. The girls were both cradling beers in their hands, and it looked as if they were feeling the effects of the alcohol. They were both giggling away at some inside joke.

“That whole big truck myth, definitely doesn’t apply to
all
guys,” Jessie told her. Both girls glanced between Josh and me before looking back at each other.

Sam lifted her bottle. “Here’s to finding the exceptions,” she toasted.

Jessie clinked her glass bottle against Sam’s. “Here, here,” she said.

I looked over at Josh and he looked just as puzzled as I felt. He shrugged his shoulders. “Saw you practicing that three yesterday. Lookin’ good.”

“Thanks, it’s coming along.”

“You going to have it ready for Freestyle Nations in a few weeks?” he questioned.

“Yeah, planning on it. I’m taking it to the dirt this week.”

He nodded. “Heard Ronnie went down in practice yesterday. Busted tib/fib supposedly. He’s going to be out for a while, definitely missing Nations. If you can slam out that 360 you’ve got that contest on lock.”

“Damn, bummer. Those leg injuries take a while to come back from. I for sure plan on throwing down the three.” Now I really had to make sure and have it down pat.

Chapter 25

Sam

I was feeling a good buzz as Cory and I crawled into our tent for the night. Jessie and I’d had a great time laughing together while the boys talked shop. Just after midnight, we’d all said our goodnights and Josh and Jessie climbed into his trailer. Our accommodations were a bit more rustic but as long as Cory was there I didn’t care. The tent was a good size, and Cory had lined the bottom with a plush, flannel sleeping bag. There was another blanket for us to use on top. The sand beneath the tent served as a great mattress, certainly more comfortable than a tent in the mountains would be. I flopped down onto my back. The tent had a removable tarp covering the netting on top, and it had been taken off so we could lie back and look up at the stars.

I let out a contented sigh as Cory reclined back next to me. I rolled my head to the side and looked into his alluring green eyes. “It’s beautiful out here. So many stars.” I returned my gaze up to the sky.

He reached over and gripped my hand. I could feel him watching the side of my face. “It is beautiful,” he said quietly. I felt my face heat, but I kept my eyes on the stars. Cory turned to his side and slowly slid my shirt up as his fingers traced gently over my skin. He lifted the hem up over my breasts, and pulled the cup of my lacy, black bra down, exposing my nipple. My breaths quickened with his touch. Cory’s mouth moved toward me and he pulled my taut nipple inside it. I moaned quietly at the feeling and arched my back up towards him. The brilliant night sky began to look even more magical as the fingers on Cory’s free hand traveled down to the top of my jeans and popped the button open. The zipper was rolled down, and Cory’s talented, callused fingertips slipped beneath my panties. My pussy was already wet for him, and he dipped his fingers into the moisture. “You’re ready for me, baby,” he muttered against my chest. He withdrew his fingers and I could see the moisture on them glistening in the moonlight. Cory momentarily removed his face from my chest and he held my complete attention as he slid the two fingers in his mouth and slowly sucked my moisture from them. “Fuck, so sweet,” he groaned.

I looked at him and bit my bottom lip in anticipation. My body was so turned on from the tiny bit of foreplay, I could hardly believe it. “Touch me, Cory,” I whispered.

He pushed up to his knees and shimmied my jeans down and off over my feet. Since he’d already moved my shirt to a useless location, I pulled it the rest of the way off. Then I unhooked my bra and threw it aside. I lay there under his heated gaze in only my lacy black panties. My body shivered, and I was unsure whether it was from the chill in the air, or the intense heat of Cory’s stare. Then, suddenly, his mouth came down over mine and the deep kiss he delivered nearly knocked the breath from my lungs.

As his tongue made love to mine, his fingertips returned to my pussy. He rubbed his thumb lightly over my clit before slipping another two fingers into my wet folds. His touch was nothing short of expert and I moaned against his mouth as his fingers slid in and out of me. I was losing myself in the feeling when he abruptly removed his hand. “Please, don’t stop,” I gasped. I was so close, my body was aching for him to finish the job.

Cory reached into his bag and pulled out a condom. He put it on quickly and climbed between my thighs. My pussy was pulsing with the need to be touched, and my body writhed under his sensual stare as he watched his thick cock slowly penetrate me. “I need to feel you come around my cock,” he said, still watching as it slid in and out in a mesmerizing rhythm.

“I’m so close already,” I cried out on a whisper as I felt my body approaching the brink of an orgasm. I bucked my hips up into him. “Oh my god—holy shit,” I gasped as my pussy contracted tightly and waves of euphoria swept through my entire body.

“That’s it, baby, that pussy feels so fucking good,” Cory said in my ear as he thrust into me quickly. “I’ve been thinking about your pussy all damn day.” His dirty words elicited a small cry from my lips. “I want you to come again, baby.” His fingers returned to my clit and he began stroking it. “You’re going to come for me again, baby.”

Cory’s tantalizing touch combined with the pummeling his cock was giving my pussy brought me back to the edge of climax again in no time. “Yes, yes I’m going to come again,” I said breathlessly.

“I want your pussy to milk the cum right out of my cock,” he said. Those last words were all it took. I came even harder than I had the first time, and Cory picked up the pace of his thrusts until a low groan rolled up from his throat as he came too.

Chapter 26

Cory

Taking the tarp off the top of the tent had been a great idea for watching the stars at night, but it also meant an early wakeup call as soon as the sun rose. I squinted into the bright light that peered through the netted roof and then looked over at Sam. She was still fast asleep, and I loved how peaceful she looked lying there next to me. We were leaving for home that afternoon, and I suddenly found myself wishing that we had at least one more night out there together. I unzipped the door and climbed outside into the already warming sand. I threw the tarp back over the tent and secured it, then crawled back inside to get a few more hours of rest.

***

All four of us had decided to go on a ride, one last trip around the sand before we packed our stuff and headed home. Josh and I rode in front on our dirt bikes, and the girls followed close behind on the quads. The day was warming up quickly, and although it was only late morning the sun’s strong rays were already beating down on us. It was always so much hotter out on the sand. There were some drag races going on over at Race Road, which was just a few miles from our campsite, and we headed toward the action.

We crested the final set of dunes and looked down upon a mass of people. Every kind of off-road vehicle you could imagine was present. Bikes, quads, dune buggies, sand rails, you name it. Sam pulled up next to me on the top of the hill and looked down in awe at the scene below.

“Let’s go,” Josh called loudly over all the running engines. He peeled off down the steep hill, throwing a spray of sand back at the rest of us.

“Hey!” I heard Jessie yell. She took off down the slope after him. Sam and I followed behind.

We found an open spot right along the drag strip, which was really just a narrow strip of sand that was relatively flat compared to the surrounding area. Two supped up dune buggies took off from the makeshift start line and sped past us at well over a hundred miles an hour. Waves of sand sprayed up around both vehicles and you could see the wheels getting shaky as they hit deeper sand.  The huge surrounding crowd cheered as the buggy in the far lane pulled ahead for the win.

Sam kept her eyes trained on the vehicles the entire way down the track. “Holy crap they’re going fast,” she said.

“Yep,” I replied. A new set took off from the start point. A red dirt bike and a blue quad raced side by side down the lane. The motorcycle started getting squirly in the sand and had to let off the gas, the quad rider took the win. All the quad riders around us cheered.

Josh looked over at me and shook his head. “That guy on the bike’s a bitch.” I laughed at his comment.

We watched the racing action for another hour or so before deciding to head back.