#Junkie (GearShark #1)

by Cambria Hebert

  And that’s how I knew the love I felt for Trent was real. The kind people fought for. Because even the threat of a reporter “outing” us to everyone wasn’t enough to keep me from wanting to spend the rest of the day with him.

  The three of us spent several hours tearing up the back roads in the Skyline and the Fastback. Joey’s car was a fine piece of car ass.

  After that, we grabbed some food. I ate all of T’s fries. He ate my tomatoes.

  We pulled into the driveway late in the afternoon. Trent’s Mustang was still sitting where we left it, and it looked like no one else was here.

  “Looks like we got the place to ourselves for a while,” I said.

  “It won’t be enough.”

  We went straight up to my room, not even pausing to take off our shoes. Inside, Trent didn’t ask; he didn’t wait for a word from me. He didn’t hesitate.

  The second the door latched, he was there. His big body pushed me up against the door, but he was gentle and deliberate. Strong arms slipped around me and his forearms took the weight of my body.

  I ceased to breathe.

  I ceased to think.

  But I saw.

  I saw the warm intent in his gold-flecked eyes. I saw the pain from desire left too long enflamed. I watched the way he came at me tenderly as the pain I’d just seen didn’t matter at all.

  The contact of his lips was thorough; every inch of his mouth covered mine. We fused together like two halves of a whole, bonded by want, inspired by need.

  He kissed me heavily, like we were both pulled under by a drug that muted everything around us. My chest felt tight, but it wasn’t from lack of air. It was too much emotion.

  My entire torso burned with pressure, the kind that drove my tongue farther into his mouth and sent his lips even deeper upon mine. The pads of Trent’s fingers dug into the muscles in my back as he held me, our chests pressed together, and one of his thighs was between mine.

  He lifted his lips long enough so we could both suck in one breath, tilted his head in the opposite direction, and assaulted my mouth again.

  The change in direction was no less devastating, and I filled my hands with his shirt, mimicking the way our lips clung together. Beneath my jeans, my cock was so hard it hurt, and already, I felt a bead of moisture slick my boxers.

  I didn’t know it could be like this between two men.

  I didn’t know it could be like this at all.

  I couldn’t imagine this kind of intimacy with anyone else. It was like he had the ability to reach inside my chest and grab my heart. But he didn’t. Instead, he reached in and cradled it gently, with the utmost care.

  When at last he lifted his head, I could still taste him on my lips. His eyes were hazy and his lips were swollen. Still holding me close, Trent stepped backward into the room, and I went with him.

  Beside the bed, he peeled away my jacket and the vest. His fingers skimmed my waist when he reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

  As he worked, he kicked off his shoes, and I did the same. His hand closed around my chin, holding my head in place as he kissed me again, this time with more impatience, as his other hand made short work of my belt.

  I pulled back and began undressing him, and soon, both of us were completely naked, standing in front of each other with heaving chests.

  His thick cock jutted out from his body and his balls looked heavy with intended release. It made me crave to feel his body shudder as he spilled across my tongue.

  I reached for him at the same time he reached for me. Our movements mirrored each other, each of us slowly jacking the other. Trent reached between us and cupped my sac with his free hand and gently massaged my balls in his palm while teasing my tip with light strokes.

  I leaned forward and closed my lips around his nipple and sucked the small, hard bud into my mouth. Suddenly, I felt the intense urge to mark him.

  Somehow brand him as mine.

  My hand tightened around his rock-hard cock, and I groaned. My lips slid away from his nipple and pressed soft kisses to his pec. Playfully, I nipped at his skin with my teeth, and his cock jerked in my hand.

  A little bolder, I sucked some of the flesh into my mouth, deep. Trent’s hand started moving much faster, pumping me as deep as I sucked. His palm flattened against the back of my head, and he growled, “Deeper.”

  I gave him what he wanted and sucked harder. I sucked until I was certain there would be a mark when I lifted my head. Satisfied, I pulled back, and Trent attacked my lips with his.

  We fell back on the bed in a tangle of limbs, touching and kissing everywhere, both of us so much bolder than we’d been before.

  Being around each other today and not being able to touch had been like one endless round of foreplay. It felt like we had lost time to make up for, and it didn’t matter how deep our tongues stroked; it just wasn’t enough.

  Trent rolled so I was beneath him and his heavy body pressed into mine. Our cocks rubbed together, the feel of his hard rod against mine the ultimate tease. I moaned low in the back of my throat when he started moving down my body, and he positioned himself between my legs.

  His wide palms covered my inner thighs and pushed my legs wide.

  A little apprehensive, I looked up.

  “Do you trust me?” he rasped.

  “Yes.” I didn’t hesitate because I did trust him. Completely.

  “I want to touch more of you, more than I have before.”

  Nerves coiled low in my stomach. They battled with the intense desire already there.

  Trent wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked it gently. “Just my hand and fingers tonight, nothing more.”

  “What if I don’t like it?” I whispered.

  “You will.” His confidence was sexy, and he was still playing with my dick.

  I nodded.

  Trent flashed a smile, revealing that ornery crooked tooth. Quickly, he lowered and sucked my entire length into his mouth. I was still shuddering when he pulled back and disappeared for a few seconds.

  He came back between my legs with a small packet in his hand. When my eyes widened, he chuckled and held it up. “It’s not a condom. We won’t be needing any of those tonight. It’s just lube.”

  I never even thought to get some of that.

  Of course he had, though. He always thought about shit like that, anything he could do to make me more comfortable.

  I settled back against the pillows, and he bent to lick up my length. For a while, that’s all he did. He licked and sucked until I was damn near panting for release.

  It was then he started exploring.

  His fingers slid down my taint while at the same time he gently sucked my balls. He kept going until I felt the pad of his finger sliding along my crack. A sound sort of like a growl filled the room, and my cock was instantly in his mouth again. At the very same time, his finger brushed over my puckered hole. I tensed, not knowing what to expect, but he just laid his finger there, allowing me time to get used to the feeling as he lazily gave me head.

  Slowly, his finger started moving, rubbing over the area in slow circular motions. It felt good. The nerve endings there were sensitive, and I was already so turned on it just added to the pleasure.

  His mouth released my cock with a slight popping sound, and I heard the packet rip open. Seconds later, his finger came back, but this time it was slippery and smooth. I wiggled a little when he rubbed against me, because I liked the way it felt.

  Trent pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh and probed the hole gently. It felt… odd, but not bad. Just a little different.

  I was still kind of tense because I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. All I felt was pressure. Pressure and the need to come.

  “Doing okay?” he whispered against my thigh.

  “More,” I breathed.

  Trent used his free hand and, using more lube, rubbed my taint. I rocked a little, and the finger breaching me slid a little bit deeper.

 
; I was good and wet between my thighs now, and I was getting more turned on by the idea of him being inside me. As if he knew, Trent leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth once more. As he slid his mouth up and down my shaft, the finger inside me started to move. I loosened a little, and all of a sudden, the pressure was gone and all that remained was feet-tingling pleasure.

  “Oh,” I moaned.

  Trent replaced his lips with his hand and jacked me as he worked me with his finger. I started to move against him, inviting him just a little bit deeper. My body seemed to know exactly what it wanted and had no problem asking him for it.

  “I know,” he murmured and slid his finger in.

  My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Inside me, I felt his finger curl a little and brush against a spot no one had ever touched before.

  I whimpered.

  Trent stilled. “Drew?”

  “Don’t fucking stop, frat boy.”

  His warm chuckle just added to my torture, and his finger started moving, bolder than before.

  “I’m gonna watch you come,” he whispered. “I want to see you explode for me.”

  I rocked into his finger, and he bore down, applying just the perfect amount of pressure to my prostate.

  My entire body quaked with release. My dick pulsed as I poured out across my belly. Trent kept rubbing that spot inside me, and I kept coming until my vision went dark and I was utterly spent.

  Gently, Trent retreated from my body and gave my ass a light squeeze before sighing. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

  I made a soft sound. It was all I could manage.

  My. Mind. Was. Blown.

  I never knew I could come so hard. I never knew it would feel so good.

  Trent chuckled low and got up from the bed. He moved around a few minutes, opened the door, listened, and then went down the hall to the bathroom (meaning we were still alone). A few minutes later, he came back with a towel and cleaned me up.

  I was still lying there trying to piece my blown-apart world back together.

  “You still with me, Forrester?” Trent asked, finally lying beside me.

  “Did you know it would be that amazing?”

  He laughed. “I read some stuff, but I wasn’t really sure how it would be with us…” His voice trailed away.

  “Did you like it?” I asked, self-conscious.

  He guided my hand down to his still-hard cock. “What do you think?”

  “Will you let me try?” I asked, wanting to give him the same insane pleasure he’d just given me.

  “I’ll let you do anything, Drew.”

  The words were right there, so close to the tip of my tongue.

  I love you.

  I didn’t say them out loud, though. I held back. Instead, I rolled to my side and kissed him, all while holding him in my palm.

  “You have any more of that lube?” I whispered when I pulled back.

  “In the back pocket of my jeans.”

  My legs felt like a newborn calf’s as I wobbled across the floor to get the packet.

  I never want to give this up.

  I climbed back in bed eagerly. Trent looked up with trust in his eyes.

  And then I gave him exactly what he’d given me.

  Trent

  My heart was overfull.

  All the things that kept us from admitting the way we felt before seemed to bond us closer together now.

  We could do this. We could find our way together.

  My fingertips danced along Drew’s spine, dragging slowly up and down along the slight dip in the center of his back. His head was on my shoulder, and passion from what we just shared still lingered in the air.

  I was satisfied. The kind of bone-deep satisfaction you couldn’t get from any one thing. It was the kind that came when everything fell into place and landed exactly where it should.

  In this moment, I didn’t think about all the obstacles that stood in our way, all the secrets we likely were going to have to keep.

  All I could think about was how damn lucky I was.

  Lucky I got to know this kind of love.

  Lucky I had this man in my arms.

  “You and Joey seemed to be getting along today,” Drew murmured. His voice sounded as satisfied as I felt.

  I turned my face toward him and let my lips brush his forehead as I spoke. “She knows about us.”

  His head tilted up, and our eyes met. “Is there an us?”

  “Do you want there to be?” I asked. Everything in me waited with bated breath.

  “More than anything,” he whispered.

  “I want that, too.”

  “Exclusive?” he asked, and it made me chuckle deeply.

  My chest vibrated with amusement. “I’m not sharing you.”

  He grunted like an animal who’d just claimed his mate. I didn’t mind. What Drew didn’t know was he’d claimed me long before tonight. He claimed me the minute he sat beside me in that club. “You know damn well I’m not sharing.”

  “Yes, Forrester, I know.” I smiled against his hairline. After a few more minutes, I said, “Joey told me what happened between you and Lorhaven. You skipped a lot of details from that night.”

  “I don’t want to talk about Joey or Lorhaven or anyone else right now.”

  “Not even for me to tell you I like the way you handled him today?”

  He chortled and draped his well-defined arm over my waist. “You can say that.”

  “So if you don’t want to talk about anyone else tonight, what do you want to talk about?” I mused.

  “Nothing. I just want to lie here with my boyfriend.”

  “Boyfriend,” I echoed, and my heart skipped a beat.

  He made a dissatisfied sound. “I don’t like the way that sounds. It’s kinda weird.”

  “If you don’t want me to be your boyfriend, what do you want me to be?” This was highly amusing but in a kind of appropriate way. It seemed like there was nothing traditional about Drew and me, so why should the way we referred to our relationship be?

  “You’re my person,” he concluded after a moment of silence. “My exclusive person.”

  I laughed. “Your exclusive person, huh?”

  He nodded. The scruff on his jaw scratched against my chest. “And I’ll be yours.”

  “Kind of like out of everyone—women and men alike—I’m the person you chose,” I mused. “I like it.”

  “Me, too.” He lifted his head and pressed a light kiss over the mark he’d made on my chest. The hickie was right above my heart. Just another way he claimed me.

  Yeah, I was one lucky bastard.

  I was his. He was mine.

  My person.

  GearShark magazine presents

  Drew Forrester

  Total Adrenaline #Junkie

  Written by Emily Metcalf

  ©GearShark Magazine. Not for distribution.

  It’s a cold winter morning in western Maryland at a well-known local speedway. GearShark has assembled a small team, who all traveled to meet the man causing quite a stir in the racing world as of late. A man who has been described to me as an adrenaline junkie. A man who drives without fear. Here at GearShark, we’re accustomed to these types of men. Frankly, they come a dime a dozen. Just about every driver we’ve ever interviewed has something similar said about him.

  So what makes this man different?

  What is it about Drew Forrester that has Maryland business tycoon Ron Gamble spearheading the creation of an entirely new division of racecar driving? And does Drew have what it takes to essentially become the brand for what could be the greatest creation since NOS?

  When a cobalt-blue 1969 Mustang Mach 1 Fastback pulls up to the track with a spotless exterior, mean-looking tires, and bitchin’ engine work, I take notice. But it isn’t until the long-legged, lean driver steps out, clad in all black, with a mess of blond hair on his head that I start to understand what everyone’s talking about.

  Dr
ew Forrester isn’t just any driver. He’s hungry, he’s charming… and he doesn’t follow the rules of the road. Because the road Forrester drives on doesn’t have rules.

  I watch him smolder for the camera (Check out the pic on the cover!), and I’m here to guarantee Drew doesn’t just do that for our cameraman. He exudes that kind of intensity no matter what he’s doing. And most of the time, he’s driving.

  By the time I sit across from him, I want to know exactly how Drew Forrester got here today, how he convinced Ron Gamble he’s worth creating an entirely new club of racing for, and what exactly makes him tick.

  Buckle your seatbelts, ladies and gents. This guy is about to take you for a ride.

  GS: I have to say, you weren’t at all what I was expecting.

  DF: Thought I’d bring a little more ego with me, did you?

  GS: Honestly? Yes. You did just inspire the creation of an indie racecar division.

  DF: I didn’t inspire it. I was just in the right place at the right time and said something every indie driver says.

  GS: Which was?

  DF: That someday, some rich eccentric would throw in with the underdogs.

  GS: And you consider yourself an underdog?

  DF: I think everyone in general considers the non-pro drivers, who I like to refer to as indies, underdogs. But I wouldn’t necessarily call us that. I just think we haven’t been discovered yet.

  GS: All that is about to change.

  DF: Yes, it is.

  GS: So tell me about this new division of racing. Does it have a name yet?

  DF: I don’t think there’s an official name yet. I like to think of it as a revolution of racing.

  GS: Tell me why.

 

  DF: Up until this point, the kind of racing fans watch on TV and fill the stands for is limited. It’s governed by rules and professional standards. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. It’s worked for lots of years. Hell, the reason I met with Ron Gamble in the first place is because I wanted to step into that world.

  GS: He turned you down, didn’t he?

  DF: