stating he’ll take the same. They know I’ll never tell them no. They rode hard and need to relax before their next moto starts. They have about two hours before they’ll be getting ready to ride again. A couple riders walk under the tent and introduce themselves. They start shooting the shit about the first moto and how deep the ruts are in the corners. It’s a nice view, I think to myself. Four guys, all standing around in nothing but Motocross pants and either their boots or flip-flops. Oh, did I mention their pants are undone, too? Meaning unbuckled and zippers down. Yep…what a sight. Thank God for sunglasses, they hide my wandering eyes.
One comes up behind me and leans forward just as they are getting ready to leave. Coming close to my ear, he grins at me as he speaks, “If you’re going to stare for that long, you could at least ask if I’m free later.”
I’m taken back, thinking no one noticed. My face must be beet red. I think I’m starting to sweat and it isn’t because of the temperature outside. I have no idea what to say, and he doesn’t give me a chance to either, as he says goodbye to the guys and walks away.
“What the hell did he say to you?”
“Nothing really, Coop.”
I walk to the truck to plug in my phone to charge it. He is right on my heels and meets me face to face when I turn back around. “Really, it wasn’t a big deal?”
I roll my eyes at him. “He just saw me checking him out when I didn’t think he could see my eyes through my sunglasses.”
“The guys here are only after one thing. Stay away from them.”
“Don’t forget you’re one of those guys here.”
He starts walking away laughing. “Right.”
Ugh, what a dork!
After the second moto they come back and Cooper is limping, just a bit. With them finishing fourth and fifth, I know once again they rode hard. I rush go over to him. He says he was clipped in the first corner by a bike but managed to keep it upright. Mr. Evans grabs their bikes, putting them up on the stands. The boys first start with their helmets, taking them off, the gloves are thrown in the back of the truck, and then the chest protectors can be removed. Their boots are unbuckled, kicking them off immediately, following with the dropping of their pants to their feet. Walking over in just his boxer briefs, Cooper goes and grabs a bottle of water from the cooler. He turns the cap and pours it over his head. Shaking out his hair, the water flies everywhere. Okay, I’ll admit, I noticed how hot that was. His body is very fit, how can I not notice, as the water slowly drips down?! As they both pull on shorts, I notice Coop’s calf is bruised pretty badly and he has a good-sized scrape on it as well. We start loading everything back up, which only takes a short time, and then we are back on the road again.
“Hey guys, how’d you finish up?”
“Ryan took third overall and I took fifth. You rocked it off the start.”
“I hit the throttle hard as soon as the gate dropped and there was no looking back.” Ryan says as if he knows he killed it.
“Just a bit cocky, aren’t we?” I ask.
“There’s a difference between trying to be good and knowing that you are.” He leans over me to fist bump Cooper. They end it with a hand explosion.
“Oh my God, you didn’t just say that, did you?” I throw my head back laughing.
“Yep!”
“I can’t believe I fit in the same car with both of your big heads in here.”
Cooper leans into me, close to my ear and whispers. “Glad you noticed how big my head is. Must have been when I dropped my pants to change.”
My jaw drops as I elbow him. What am I going to say to that, without drawing attention to us in the back seat? He starts chuckling out loud, and Ryan turns to see why he’s laughing. Cooper shrugs his shoulders back at him, acting like he doesn’t know what’s going on. Ryan knows the way Cooper thinks, so he burst out, too.
“You both suck, you know that?’
Mr. Evans even
One comes up behind me and leans forward just as they are getting ready to leave. Coming close to my ear, he grins at me as he speaks, “If you’re going to stare for that long, you could at least ask if I’m free later.”
I’m taken back, thinking no one noticed. My face must be beet red. I think I’m starting to sweat and it isn’t because of the temperature outside. I have no idea what to say, and he doesn’t give me a chance to either, as he says goodbye to the guys and walks away.
“What the hell did he say to you?”
“Nothing really, Coop.”
I walk to the truck to plug in my phone to charge it. He is right on my heels and meets me face to face when I turn back around. “Really, it wasn’t a big deal?”
I roll my eyes at him. “He just saw me checking him out when I didn’t think he could see my eyes through my sunglasses.”
“The guys here are only after one thing. Stay away from them.”
“Don’t forget you’re one of those guys here.”
He starts walking away laughing. “Right.”
Ugh, what a dork!
After the second moto they come back and Cooper is limping, just a bit. With them finishing fourth and fifth, I know once again they rode hard. I rush go over to him. He says he was clipped in the first corner by a bike but managed to keep it upright. Mr. Evans grabs their bikes, putting them up on the stands. The boys first start with their helmets, taking them off, the gloves are thrown in the back of the truck, and then the chest protectors can be removed. Their boots are unbuckled, kicking them off immediately, following with the dropping of their pants to their feet. Walking over in just his boxer briefs, Cooper goes and grabs a bottle of water from the cooler. He turns the cap and pours it over his head. Shaking out his hair, the water flies everywhere. Okay, I’ll admit, I noticed how hot that was. His body is very fit, how can I not notice, as the water slowly drips down?! As they both pull on shorts, I notice Coop’s calf is bruised pretty badly and he has a good-sized scrape on it as well. We start loading everything back up, which only takes a short time, and then we are back on the road again.
“Hey guys, how’d you finish up?”
“Ryan took third overall and I took fifth. You rocked it off the start.”
“I hit the throttle hard as soon as the gate dropped and there was no looking back.” Ryan says as if he knows he killed it.
“Just a bit cocky, aren’t we?” I ask.
“There’s a difference between trying to be good and knowing that you are.” He leans over me to fist bump Cooper. They end it with a hand explosion.
“Oh my God, you didn’t just say that, did you?” I throw my head back laughing.
“Yep!”
“I can’t believe I fit in the same car with both of your big heads in here.”
Cooper leans into me, close to my ear and whispers. “Glad you noticed how big my head is. Must have been when I dropped my pants to change.”
My jaw drops as I elbow him. What am I going to say to that, without drawing attention to us in the back seat? He starts chuckling out loud, and Ryan turns to see why he’s laughing. Cooper shrugs his shoulders back at him, acting like he doesn’t know what’s going on. Ryan knows the way Cooper thinks, so he burst out, too.
“You both suck, you know that?’
Mr. Evans even
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