Dare to be Dirty (The Dirty Girls Book Club #2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

cheers drew her attention. Yes, this man had successfully roped his calf. His score—8.9—made her grin smugly.
    There were a few more competitors, and only two were successful. Sadly, one—a stocky blond guy who looked a few years younger than Ty—got an 8.3.
    No one could top Ty in the looks department, though. She watched him as all the contestants rode back along the side of the ring to the exit. His body moved so easily in the saddle, and he and his pretty horse made a great picture. Marielle had teased her about silk-screening cowboys on T-shirts. Now she could almost imagine doing it.
    She could imagine lots more than art. Marielle was right. Watching a cowboy’s body in natural synch with his horse could make you imagine his body moving with yours during sex. Making you wet and riding you hard, the brunette joked. And yeah, the wet part was true, even just from watching Ty.
    As for riding her hard—well, she’d never had that kind of sex. Making love had always been . . . pleasant. Not hard, not visceral. If she’d had sex like that with Henry, she might not have broken up.
    When Ty’s back disappeared, she sighed and refocused on the ring. A miked clown bantered with the announcer up in the booth, filling time during setup of the next event.
    Kim borrowed the program and leafed through it. Ty Ronan wasn’t listed in the glossy generic program where she’d seen Blake Longfeather, which meant he hadn’t been last year’s Canadian champion in any of the events. Too bad: no photo. Next she turned to the event schedule, searching for his name then sighing in disappointment that he wasn’t in any other afternoon events. She wouldn’t have minded more fuel for her cowboy fantasies.
    She flipped to the evening schedule and there he was, listed for bareback bronc riding along with Blake Longfeather. Maybe she wouldn’t bail early after all.
    Marielle said, “I wish they’d hurry up. Blake Longfeather’s in the next event, saddle bronc riding.” She gave an impatient wriggle. “He’s really versatile. Tonight he’s in bareback bronc riding, and tomorrow he’s bull riding.”
    “I can see it already,” George teased. “You’re coming back tomorrow, right?”
    Marielle chuckled. “You’re assuming I’m not going to hook up with him tonight and stay over?”
    And there was the difference between the two of them. Though Kim occasionally envied Marielle’s spontaneity and fun attitude, she could never be like her. Kim might stay to watch Ty tonight, get wet over him again, and fantasize about hooking up with him, but she’d never act on it. She looked at men in terms of the future, which meant a Hong Kong guy who got along with her parents.
    “Oh, look!” Marielle screeched.
    A black horse leaped out of the chute, bucking and spinning, doing its best to unseat the rider. The horse won. The rider went flying, to roll in the dust and quickly rise, apparently uninjured, as a couple of other riders chased after the still-bucking horse.
    “Insane, and tough,” Kim commented. Why would someone risk being tossed through the air to land any which way, then possibly be hit by a flying hoof? “What a crazy way to make a living.”
    If they even did make a living. A lot of the ropers had missed their calves, and she guessed a fair number of bronc riders got tossed. How could you make money like this? What a precarious career.
    Was that how her parents viewed her own desire for an art career? If so, she’d prove them wrong.
    The next bronc and cowboy burst out of a chute. Her breath caught as she willed the rider to stay on. And when he did, she cheered.
    Next up was Marielle’s crush, Blake Longfeather. He rode a madly bucking chestnut horse, stayed on, and scored 80.5, better than the rider before him.
    Kim studied him closely. Yeah, he was a strong, striking guy, but for her he wasn’t the stuff of fantasies. That honor went to the rangy guy with sunlit hair and an infectious smile.
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