"Come on, baby," Callahan growls in my ear as he pumps into me from behind, his hands squeezing my hips as my o****m rips through me.
"f**k," I pant as he finds his release and leans over, resting his forehead between my shoulder blades and bringing one of his hands around to splay across my bump. Since he handled Reina last week, his mood has been a hundred times better.
Pulling out of me, he rolls to the side, and I lay down and rest my head on his chest while he trails his fingertips up and down my spine. Shamrock is confident we won't hear from the Cartel after the phone call to Reina's father, and he's lifted all lockdowns, including mine. I've spent the last week at the clubhouse anyway since Callahan and I hardly leave the bedroom. He says we're making up for lost time.
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