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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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Relishing in the heat of his hard cock against my skin is like the final card in my teetering, ridiculous logic that justifies what I feel, and what we’ve been doing, as normal best friend behavior. The alternative was too big and confusing to confront, so I wouldn’t let myself consider it. It all comes crashing down after that.

But I’m happy about it. Because now I can stop lying to myself. And this feels like exactly where I belong.

I run my thumb over the wetness at the tip of his cock, pulling a moan out of him and making his eyes do that fluttery thing one more time. This time, when he opens them again, he shakes his head a little, and it makes me pause. I thought he was just as overwhelmed by desire as I am, but now I’m terrified about what’s coming next.

“Fuck,” he says, still staring at me the way he does. “We are so fucking stupid. No one is as stupid as we are. Fuck, we’re dumb.”

I don’t have time to figure out what he means by that, because half a second later he launches himself at me and my lap and mouth is suddenly full of Cade.

For me, Cade has always taken up a disproportionate amount of space in the room. But right now, he’s all-encompassing. I’m powerless to do anything other than melt into him, and it feels like my body was born to do this.

He’s straddling my hips, the head of his cock dragging over my stomach where it hangs heavy with arousal. His hands seem like they’re trying to touch me everywhere: running down my chest, gripping my biceps, running his fingers through my hair. I can’t focus on it though, because of what he’s doing with his mouth.

I’ve kissed girls before, and it’s been nice. This is epic. This is all-consuming. It feels like we’re trying to devour each other, and Cade is making these involuntary, animalistic little grunts as he pushes his tongue against mine. The sounds are making me so hard I can’t stop myself from grinding my hips against his.

“Oh, fuck, Silas, yes,” he mumbles into my mouth between kisses. I love it when he horny-babbles, and it’s even better when I’m the direct cause of it, apparently.

It takes a few minutes for my brain to catch up to the fact that this is really happening. I’ve never allowed myself to imagine this. There was always too much teetering logic in the way. So, I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. But once I’ve allowed myself to accept that it’s what I want, my hindbrain gives me a lot of suggestions.

 

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About the Author:

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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