#Junkie (GearShark #1)(84)

“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.

Drew 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.

<This is where he gets really passionate. His light-blue eyes start to burn with excitement, and it becomes evidently clear Drew is filled with octane and ready to own the road.> 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: <laughs> Turned me down flat. Said I didn’t drive professional enough and I was too much of a wild card.

GS: That didn’t bother you?