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

couple of hours later, Kim was on overload. She’d seen skills and thrills, from team ropers to female barrel racers, from steer wrestlers to men who rode bulls bareback.
    Even if she didn’t understand the fine points of rodeo, it was exciting. Primitive and raw. Utterly physical. Full of drama. Scary too.
    And sexy, when her own cowboy crush appeared in the ring again on his tan horse, in the steer wrestling event. He didn’t compete, but acted as what the announcer called a hazer. It was his job to keep the steer running in a straight line for the contestant who had to jump off his horse onto it and topple it to the ground.
    Kim had watched Ty, not the contestant. It reminded her of how, in
Ride Her, Cowboy
, photojournalist Marty’d kept her gaze and her camera trained on Dirk. She’d had the excuse that he was the subject of her story. Kim had no excuse, and didn’t care. She was having fun, she was turned on, and she was building a store of images that her vivid imagination could draw on for erotic fantasies.
    After the last afternoon event, the four women climbed down the bleachers. Marielle asked, “Who else is staying for tonight’s rodeo?”
    “I’m in,” Kim said, and George and Lily agreed.
    The scent of the food stalls drew them, and they decided the day called for hot dogs and mini donuts. They took a ride on the Ferris wheel, and Kim and Marielle, both boasting strong stomachs, also went on the Tilt-a-Whirl. They poked their heads into 4-H tents with every kind of animal imaginable, and salivated over fruit pies, jams, and other goodies entered in the cooking competition.
    In the arcade, Marielle tossed balls to whack down a row of ducks. When she won a big stuffed panda, she gave it to a cute brown-haired girl who had tossed balls beside her and only hit one duck.
    “That’s nice of you,” Kim commented.
    “I have my eye on the bigger prize. I’m out to bag a cowboy.”
    “Just how do you plan to do that?” Lily asked dryly.
    Kim expected a joking response, but Marielle laid out an actual plan. Turned out, she’d chatted in the ladies’ room with a barrel racer, who said most of the competitors didn’t go to the dance on the fairgrounds after the competition ended. Lots headed back to their own RVs or trailers, or to motel rooms, and some went out for a beer together.
    “I told her about my crush,” Marielle said cheerfully. “Guess she liked me, or she thought Blake Longfeather might like me. She said he’s at the Wagon Wheel Motel, same as her and her husband, who’s a bull rider. She also said he’d probably be shooting pool in the closest country and western bar.”
    “Where’s the Wagon Wheel Motel?” Kim asked.
    “Found it on my smartphone, and I Yelped the nearest pubs. There’s one across the street, so I’ll start there. Coming with me?”
    “I’ll see how I feel after the rodeo,” Kim said. Ty Ronan wasn’t likely to be at the bar. He was local, so would just go home.
    George and Lily agreed, and they all headed back to find seats in the stands.
    As they watched the first evening events, dusk began to fall and big lights came on, illuminating the arena. The lighting changed the atmosphere, making it a little less real, more glamorous and Hollywoodish.
    But it was real. Those winces were real, when contestants who’d been thrown dragged themselves to their feet and tottered to the exit. Why did they do it? Some looked no more than eighteen; others had to be forty or older. Did they see this as a sport, or was it a performance? Did they do it for the physical challenge or the money?
    Finally, it was time for the fourth event, the one she’d been waiting for: bareback bronc riding. The schedule showed Blake Longfeather as the fifth of twelve riders, and Ty Ronan as the eighth.
    Eight seconds, she mused, as the third rider took an inglorious tumble. To travel from Texas, as this cowboy had, just to hit the dirt after a few seconds—or to survive the full eight, if