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Stupid Dirty
By Erin Russell
Possum Hollow Series, Book 1
CADE
I always thought of Silas Rush as my biggest rival on the track and a stuck-up loner off it. But he and his fancy pro career left our crappy hometown in the dust before high school even finished, and then I didn’t think of him much at all.
I was too busy trying to keep my little sisters from turning into addicts like our mom, and myself from turning into a rage-junkie like our dad. All while keeping food on the table.
Now he’s back, reminding me of all the things I don’t have, just like he always did.
Except now we’re both adults. And when I… y’know… talk to the guy for once, it looks like my teenage self might have been too distracted to see all the things that Silas didn’t have as well.
After catching him at his lowest possible moment, my heart goes out to the guy I used to hate. All my anger turns to guilt, and instead of a rival, I somehow end up with a socially-awkward new best friend that’s just as screwed-up as I am.
Which I can handle. I can admit when I’m wrong. As long as things between us don’t get any more complicated or confusing, I can handle it.
SILAS
I have a very camera-ready smile. Dad always told me if I wanted to make my pro motocross career stick, I needed to get over all the awkwardness and anxiety that ruined high school for me and learn to act like a real boy for the public.
Never mind that I didn’t want to be a pro rider, or smile for the camera, or live life with Dad on the road and never know what it’s like to have a real friend or – gasp – relationship. Years and years of motocross training, publicity training, and all-the-rest-of-it training; I still don’t have a life and one stupid mistake has left my precious career in the toilet.
The last person I expect to pull me out of this hole is Cade Waters. I’m pretty sure everyone hated me in high school, but Cade was front and center. Which sucked, because with everyone else, he was sunshine personified. I was always the only person who sparked that anger in him, and I never even knew how I did it.
So, when Cade not only swoops in to help me in my darkest moment, but decides to abandon our childhood rivalry and adopt me as his newest bestie/pity project, I’m not sure how to take it.
What I do know is that after a lifetime of having nothing I really wanted, all it takes is one glimpse of Cade’s life to get me hooked. He’s a mess, sure, just like I am. But all that sunshine… I want to grab onto it with both hands and never let go. No matter how confusing that feeling may be.
Stupid Dirty is a high-heat, high-angst M/M romance about dirt bikes, childhood trauma and figuring out how to love someone the best way you can.
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We both pull on sweats and shirts, because it’s cold outside the fuck-cave that is my bedroom, and head to the kitchen. It’s quiet as we putter around making coffee. Normally I hate the quiet, but this feels peaceful.
I know there are still a lot of unanswered questions, but for whatever reason, I’m not worried about the answers.
There’s a hitch in my step that Silas notices. It’s obvious he wants to say something, but isn’t sure if he can.
“I’m fine, Silas. I’ll admit, I may have gotten a little caught up in the horniness of it all and gone too hard for my virgin asshole. I’m pretty sore. But that’s on me. I fucking begged you. All you did was dick me down better than I knew was possible.” He blushes, so I keep talking to take the focus off him. “I mean, how have I gone twenty-two years without realizing I had a magic orgasm button inside me?”
Silas snorts. “You know, I always wondered if that was something that you were into or not. It seemed like the kind of thing you might do. Even if it was just on your own.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “You sat around wondering about whether I was into prostate play, but that didn’t clue you in that there was some sexual tension between us? Wow, we’re even stupider than I thought.”
Silas shakes his head and shrugs like it’s nothing, but his blush deepens and he focuses very hard on the coffeepot in front of him.
Interesting. Maybe he wasn’t as clueless as I was.
When the heat finally fades from his cheeks, he looks at me again, his serious mask back in place.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’ll be fine. I just need an extremely thorough shower. And possibly to sit on an ice pack.” I laugh, mostly joking, but kind of tempted. “I’m just sorry you lost your gay virginity in my shitty bedroom in my shitty trailer.”
Silas frowns. “Does that matter?”
“I mean, no, but isn’t your first time supposed to be all hearts and flowers with an R&B mix playing or something? Not whatever stupid dirty fuckhot shit we did last night.”
He peers at me like he can’t figure out if that was an insult, so I take the very gay bull by the even gayer horns and grab his hips, stepping up behind him to press a kiss into the back of his neck.
The scent of him is tangy and masculine, and it’s kind of weird that he’s as tall as me. But he shivers under my touch, and that feels fucking incredible.
I lean my forehead against his temple and close my eyes. I’m determined to let this wash over me and go with the flow.
“‘Stupid dirty fuckhot’ was a compliment, just fyi,” I mumble into his warm skin.
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Erin Russell is a queer author living in Los Angeles. They love to write romance and horror, which overlap more often than you’d think. Especially when reality is the real horror story. Stupid Dirty is their debut novel.
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