“Fuck,” Shaw growled in frustration, disconnecting their lips. “Get out.” He opened the passenger side door and climbed out of the truck.
Brock shrugged his shoulders and got out of the driver’s side, striding around the truck. When he reached Shaw, the wolf wrapped his arm around Brock’s waist and pulled him in close for another scorching kiss. Shaw pushed one hand between them and made fast work of Brock’s zipper. He shoved Brock’s jeans and boxer briefs down past his knees.
“Oh, shit,” Brock murmured against his mate’s lips as he jerked his hips forward, searching for friction.
Shaw gracefully dropped to his knees in front of Brock. He nuzzled Brock’s thigh with his cheek, his stubble scraping against his skin. Shaw’s warm breath touched the head of his cock before the man’s mouth wrapped around the head.
“Oh God,” he moaned as Shaw sucked on the cap in strong pulls.
Brock fell back against the truck, boneless. He spread his legs even wider, welcoming the attention. He let out a deep moan, encouraging his mate to continue. Brock heard the sound of a zipper and knew that Shaw was masturbating while he sucked Brock’s shaft. Shaw swallowed him down and Brock knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m getting close…” Brock warned, and Shaw nodded.
Brock yelled as his orgasm ripped through him.
Shaw licked, sucked, and nibbled the length of his cock. His mate let out a harsh growl against his flesh, and Brock knew the man was close to his own release. Shaw remained on his knees after Brock was finished. He continued to suck gently, as if it heightened his own pleasure.
Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away.
Brock looked down and watched as Shaw’s hand moved up and down his length at record speeds until he shouted, “Brock!”
Once he was spent, Shaw leaned forward, laying his head on Brock’s thigh to catch his breath. He placed a few openmouthed kisses along the exposed skin before finally standing up.
Shaw stared at Brock for a moment. “Should we take a break from driving every couple of hours?”
Brock nodded his head. “Hell yeah.”
Chapter 12
Shaw was exhausted. The drive took longer than expected, especially with all their stops along the way, but he didn’t regret a thing.
After driving a few miles down a rutted dirt road, his home came into view. Although small, the house was only a few years old and in really great condition. Half-drunk with fatigue, Shaw shut the engine off and stared at his hidden oasis near the Bridger-Teton National Forest. He smiled, relieved that they’d finally made it. He felt confident that he would be able to keep Brock safe.
Reaching over, he laid a hand on Brock’s shoulder. “We’re here,” he said quietly.
Brock rubbed his eyes and sat up. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you again.”
“It’s okay.” Shaw opened the driver’s side door and stepped out into the cool Wyoming night. Movement in the trees caught his attention and he quickly went on alert. “Get down,” he ordered.
Brock did as he was told, slouching down between the dash and the seat. “What is it?”
“I don’t know, just stay here.” Shaw sprinted toward the nearest tree, ready to go to battle to protect his mate. He peered around the trunk, scenting the air, looking for anything to signal the FPA had found their location.
He felt as if someone was watching him, but he couldn’t be sure.
With Brock still inside the truck, Shaw wasn’t willing to search the forest. As he continued to study his surroundings, he realized that his mind could be playing tricks on him. There was absolutely no way anyone from the agency could have followed them and arrived at the exact location before they did. Nobody knew about this place.
Despite the chill in the air, Shaw wiped sweat from his forehead. He took a few deep breaths before heading back to the truck.
“Let’s grab our things and go inside.”
“What did you see?” Brock asked as he climbed out.
“I thought I saw movement in the trees, but it was probably nothing.” Shaw wrapped an arm around Brock’s waist, pulling him in close to his side as they walked up the stairs to the house.
“It’s better to be safe than sorry, right?” Brock shrugged, seeming to understand Shaw’s overprotective behavior and accepting it without question.
Shaw had expected the wolf to be irritated and say, I’m a shifter. I can take care of myself. But he didn’t. Instead, Brock followed his orders. Shaw didn’t doubt that Brock could in fact protect himself, but he wanted to be the one to shield Brock from any dangers. It might make him a Neanderthal, but in reality, it made him feel needed.