Brock's Punishment(20)

“Okay.” Brock opened the door and strode toward the small gas station market.

The bell tinkled over the door as he walked in. Surveying the space, Brock marched over to the fresh brewed coffee and poured two giant cups. He grabbed a few flavored creamers before heating up a couple of breakfast sandwiches. When he was done, he purchased the items, paid for the gas, and headed back outside.

As soon as he reached the truck, Shaw lightened his load by taking one of the coffees and sandwiches.

“Bacon, egg, and cheese?” Shaw asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” Brock murmured as he opened the foil and took a bite.

“Thanks.” He grinned.

Brock was done before the gas even finished pumping. Tossing the foil into the trash can, he placed a kiss on Shaw’s lips before walking around the truck and sitting behind the wheel. He took a slow sip of his hot coffee, wishing he’d called Gideon while he was inside the market. He wanted to give the man an update so that none of them would be worrying about his safety.

Taking a chance, he glanced out the window before reaching in his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. He kept Shaw’s back in view as he glanced at his phone. The battery was low, nineteen percent. Cursing the fact that he didn’t have his charger, Brock sent a text message to Gideon.

I’m fine. Don’t worry. Shaw’s my mate.

He hit the send button before shutting his phone off and sliding the device into his pocket. Thirty seconds later, Shaw climbed into the truck and buckled up. Starting the engine, Brock left the gas station and pulled back onto the I-35N bound interstate.

“Will you grab the CDs out of the glove box?” Brock asked. He’d rather plug in his cell phone and listen to his playlists, but having his CDs was a good plan B.

“Sure.” Shaw opened the glove box and pulled out Brock’s leather bound CD holder.

Shaw unzipped the case and thumbed through the disks, looking at the various artists. Brock had a wide range of music from country to classic rock to R&B and everything in between. He wasn’t picky.

“I don’t think I recognize half of these bands.” Shaw chuckled, shaking his head.

“Pick anything.” Brock simply shrugged.

“Imagine Dragons?” Shaw pulled the disk from the plastic-covered case and lifted it up.

“That’s a good one,” Brock told him. “Put it on.”



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Shaw put the disk in the CD player.

The music came on, surrounding them, and he turned the volume up. The beat was familiar to him and he didn’t have to wait long before the lead singer’s voice came streaming through the speakers.

Brock started drumming against the steering wheel to the beat as he bobbed his head, singing along.

Shaw became less interested in the actual song and watched Brock instead. The man started singing louder and louder, letting himself go. He swayed and moved in his seat, dancing. Shaw grinned. He couldn’t take his eyes off Brock. The man had a huge smile on his face as he belted out the words.

“Sing with me,” he said as the first song ended and the second began.

Shaking his head, Shaw refused. “I’d rather hear you,” he replied honestly.

“Come on, I know you’ve heard this one before,” Brock said as he sang along to “Radioactive.”

He had heard the song, but he wasn’t as talented as his mate. Brock was an amazing singer. He enthusiastically sang, following each line with perfect precision.

The majority of the morning was spent listening to Brock sing as he drove.

The wolf seemed to fade away into a musical trance. He sang along to every song. It didn’t matter the genre of music, he knew every song on each CD.

At one point, Shaw leaned against the passenger-side door so that he could watch Brock. His mate was more than he ever expected. It wasn’t just his looks, although Shaw had to admit Brock was absolute perfection. Brock was loyal to his pack, wild, uninhibited, and honest. He wasn’t afraid to be himself regardless of the possible consequences. Shaw respected him.

Lifting his arm, Brock turned the volume down.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Shaw smiled. “Fate chose well.”

“You think so?” Brock glanced over, a smile teasing his lips.

“I know so.”

“Good.” He seemed pleased by Shaw’s words. “Put on Beyoncé. I love her new song, ‘Drunk in Love.’”

Shaw did as ordered.

The song came on and Brock started moving his hips—side to side, swiveling around, up and down. Shaw’s eyes were glued to the man. He licked his lips as he watched his mate. Shaw could easily picture what Brock would look like on top of him, riding his shaft.