Page 80 of Redeemed (Dirty Air 4)

“Ready?” Noah calls out.

Chloe winces as my hands squeeze her hips. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Her voice is nothing but a whisper in the wind.

I shake my head, hoping to wipe the worry from her eyes. “I was born for this.”

“I’m going to join Noah in his car. Chloe, if you want to stay in the pit area, we’ll be done quick!” Maya focuses on setting up the camera in my car.

“Wait, you’re going with him?” Chloe’s eyes bounce between Maya and Noah.

“Of course! It’s so much fun.” My sister beams.

“Oh.” Chloe looks up at me with bright eyes, making something in my chest tighten like a coil. “Can I go with you? If you don’t mind that is?”

“Sure.”

Except I’m very unsure about the whole thing once I take a seat in the car. The fresh leather smell does little to calm my racing heart, and my stomach churns at the purr of the engine starting up. Chloe tugs her helmet on before securing herself in a protective harness.

I stare at the steering wheel, my fist tightening around the leather to stop my hands from trembling. My breaths become shallower as thoughts plague my head.

What if I lose control?

What if I crash and hurt Chloe in the process?

What if I—

“What do you think of us placing a bet?” Chloe grabs onto my clenched hand and releases my fingers one by one from the wheel. She links our hands, holding mine hostage.

I focus on her touch rather than the panic building up inside of me, settling deep within my bones. “A bet?” I croak.

“A bet. I bet Noah beats you.”

“You’re betting against me?” The audacity of this woman. To think I invited her to a weekend of torture and free alcohol.

“Of course. Noah is the reigning champion and all.” She smiles tauntingly.

“What do you win if I lose to my brother-in-law?”

“Hmm. If I win, I get to give you a blowjob.”

The breath I take turns into a fit of coughs. “What?” Maybe it’s worth losing for that prize alone. But Noah would gloat for days, and I’m not sure any blowjob is worth that special kind of torment.

“Did you hear me okay or are you woozy from the blood relocating itself from your brain to your dick?”

What is it about this girl that has me constantly breaking out deep belly laughs?

She squeezes my hand. “So, is that a yes?”

“Sure, Chloe.”

“And what do you want? If you win that is?”

I want to wipe that smug grin off her face. “When I win, I get to go down on you whenever I want.”

“Whenever?” She wheezes.

“Whenever I want. Whichever way I want. What do you say? Let’s make a bet.”

“Deal.” She shakes our already clasped hands up and down.