#Junkie (GearShark, #1)

by Cambria Hebert

I heard the rustling of clothes, but I didn’t look. My head hurt. “I don’t like when you drive without me.”

🥺🥺🥺

“You smell like puke,” he rebutted. Then in a more sarcastic tone, he said, “Besides, you couldn’t get it up right now even if you wanted to.” “For you I could.”

Oop 👀👀👀

Within seconds, my entire body calmed again, the shaking waned, and I grew drowsy. As I was drifting off, I pushed one of my feet between his calves, tangling my leg with his.

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And it was cold as a room full of ex-girlfriends out here.

Bro what 😭😭

I grinned with all my teeth. “Ah, my guard dog’s bigger than yours.”

Oop 👀

I shouldn’t have brought up that night. That night from months ago when Trent was so trashed he threw up for hours. The night he was so drunk he told me he hated when I went out driving without him. That wasn’t the only thing he said that night.

Hmmm I glad you still remember🤭😏

His dimple appeared again. I liked his dimple.

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Did I mention I don’t like tomatoes? Yes. I know that’s what ketchup is made of. He picked up one of the slippery-looking red, seedy slices and shoved it in his mouth. Trent didn’t like ketchup, but he loved tomatoes. As he chewed, he angled his plate so the fries and the ketchup were within reaching distance. I reached over and plucked a fry off his plate, dunked it in the ketchup, and shoved it in my mouth. I always ate half his fries.

This is totally boyfriend behaviour 😭

I pointed to his plate. “You’re out of ketchup.” “You have some on your plate,” he pointed out. “Tastes better on yours,” I retorted quickly. I paused. Why the hell did I say that?

yeah WHY did you say that 😏😏

“This was the only room they had left.”

OMG PLEASE BE ONE BED TROPEEEEE

There was only one bed.

YASSSSSS

Currents of electricity passed between us. It was unmistakable. It was like he knew I was checking him out. He knew and he liked it.

Omggg the tension 😩😩

Drew’s deep voice spoke and was followed by a light giggle. The kind of giggle that made me roll my eyes.

Oh 🙄

“Actually,” she purred, prowling across the room toward him. “I get off in just a few minutes.” “Sweet.” “Maybe you’d like me to come help you make the bed then?” She ran a red-painted nail up his chest.

ARE THEY SERIOUS RIGHT NOW 💀

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t,” I half growled, reaching around Drew to open the door and stare pointedly at the girl.

Damn he is not holding back 💀💀

I glanced over, taking in his fully awake, clean-shaven face and washed hair. His hazel eyes bore flecks of gold that seemed brighter this morning, and his full lips looked slightly shiny, like they were wet. I wondered if they would taste like coffee if I leaned forward and—

OH 👀👀👀

I pulled up the text. Everyone texted but me. Felt left out. I totally smiled at my phone. It beeped again. Drive fast. I glanced up through the window to where Trent was sitting on the concrete wall, phone in his hand. He looked up as I did, and we grinned at each other.

Awww🥺🥺

I laughed, but the sound was abrupt because he launched himself at me. I didn’t see it coming and I wasn’t prepared. Even if I had time, I wouldn’t have been able to prepare for this. One second we were laughing, and the next… Drew was in my arms.

AHHHHHH

The excited, celebratory hug turned into more. His body relaxed, and my arms moved, pulling him tighter, towing his chest right up against mine. Drew’s chin dropped onto my shoulder, and his hand stopped slapping my back. Instead, his fingers dug in. So this is what it’s like. This was what it was like to be held by Drew. To hold him. Damn.

I live for these moments 😭😭

“If you giving them a hard time about something you didn’t like was enough to make then not want to work with me, then I don’t want to be associated with them anyway.”

Wow the trust these two have in each other 😭😭😭

“That maybe the brothers of this house don’t want to be represented by a fag.”

BITCH I SWEAR

“I’m good,” I said to the guys holding me. “I’m straight.”

Uh oh

“There’s my girl!” I said. She leaned her body toward me, and I snatched her out of B’s arms. When the baby snuggled against my shoulder for a few long seconds, my heart felt full.

That’s fucking cute 🥺😭

I was thinking about asking her out. I mean, why not? She was hot, drove like a badass, and had a smart mouth. I liked her.

NO WHY 😭

I pushed my face close to Max’s and spoke low. Deadly. “You don’t touch him. Ever.”

OH MY GOSH 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

“Kiss him,” she suggested. “Just once. I haven’t been around you two long, but it’s been long enough. One kiss is all it’s going to take. The second you do, you won’t be able to deny what you and I have is friendship, but with Trent?” She pulled open the door. “It’s way more.”

Joey speaking facts 😍

His hand tightened slightly at my neck the second our lips made contact. The first taste was soft and easy, tentative even. It wasn’t like I expected it to be. By the way my body was humming, I expected there to be some sort of electric surge. But it wasn’t like that. Not when we first touched. It was this intense feeling of relief. Of finally finding the place I belonged.

Omg😩😩😩

Kissing him was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Meeting something so big it made you feel small. It was like standing beneath a galaxy or being the red “you are here” dot on a map of the world. It was like finally understanding the answer to an impossible question.

My knees went weak, and I actually (embarrassingly) began to sag toward the floor. Trent was there. He tightened his grip on my waist, and I discovered I was right. He was a really strong net and with him I would never fall.

“I like you unshaven,” I blurted out. I reared back like I’d punched myself in the face. I wasn’t the type to say stupid shit. I was the type that kept it all contained. He was unraveling me. I worried my obvious attraction to his facial hair would be too much.

I love thissss

“All I could think was you were mine.” “I am yours.”

My name is Drew Forrester. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with my best friend. Who’s a guy.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 screaming

After kissing him, after sitting here with him like this… it became oh so clear to me that the only thing harder than being with Drew would be not being with him.

My feet dropped off the coffee table and onto the floor, bringing my knees up to a ninety-degree angle. He moved with me, knowing exactly what I wanted, because he wanted it, too. Thank God, he wanted it, too. Drew climbed over my lap, straddling my legs. His powerful thighs rested on either side of me, and I covered them with my palms to revel in how strong he felt.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

And dear God, the scruff on his jaw… it was my kryptonite. My heroin. The freaking best thing I ever tasted. Ever.

I love his obsession with Drew’s facial hair 😩

Then the fucker started laughing. “You gonna blow, T?” “I will punch you right in the face,” I growled.

🤣💀💀

“You’re possessive,” I observed, feeling my lips tilt up. “You’re protective,” he replied, giving me the same look. I took care of what was mine. Period.

😍😍😍

I felt about Trent the way I felt about racing. Just as racing and cars were a part of me, so was he. People said I had motor oil in my veins. I knew I bled just like every other man. But I bled for Trent. I drove into this town and almost immediately felt like this was where I belonged. It wasn’t just because of racing or my sister. It was him.

I held as tight as I could in that moment. If he were crumbling, I would hold every single piece of him in place.

I wasn’t about to turn down a blowjob. Especially not from him. His powers of deep-throating were the stuff books should be written about. On second thought, I didn’t want anyone to know how fucking fantastic he was at sucking cock. That was only for me.

I loved Drew without trying, in spite of trying not to. I found it incredibly ironic that now, when we stood in a room full of other people, I had to be careful how I looked at him. I had to be careful the love I always tried to have for someone didn’t show in my eyes.

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“I have morning breath,” he groaned. “I like morning breath.”

NO 💀

“I like the way you look at me,” he confessed quietly. The words squeezed my heart. It was exactly what I’d known. I wore my heart in my eyes. “I like looking at you,” I said because I didn’t know what else to say.

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I felt lucky to love him in that moment. I understood exactly why I could. I tucked that feeling deep down inside me, because I was sure I would need it later.

😭😭😭😭😭

“Got any tips for that, Miss Pro Racer?” Drew teased. Then his eyes slid to me slyly as if he were checking to make sure I wasn’t going to lose my shit. I wasn’t the possessive one. He was. Fine. Yes, I’d been jealous. But I wasn’t anymore. After all, I was the one sneaking into his bed this morning.

EXACTLY. You got nothing to be jealous over 😌😌

Emily was checking out me. Trent was checking out the car. And I was checking out T.

I love this 😂

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.

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“You might want to come back,” Con said, and I was confused. “You left something when you drove away.”

You little BITCH

“Damn, T,” I said, taking his chin in my hand and staring at the damage. “How bad are you hurting?” “Not so bad when you touch me.” He smiled.

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Ivy set the kit on the table, flung open the lid, and scrounged around. She came up with a dark-brown bottle with a white cap and a clean white cloth. “Let’s clean you up.” She rushed around the table toward him and reached out. “Don’t touch him,” I snarled and moved forward to block her.

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