Page 55 of Calypso's Shield
Farris growls. He shoves his jeans and boxers down, lining up with my entrance, his hands tightening on my hips as he thrusts into me with one slow, deep stroke. I cry out, my nails raking down his back.
“Fuck,” he groans against my neck, his body shaking. “You feel so good, baby.”
I grip his face, forcing his eyes to mine. “Move.”
Farris doesn’t hesitate. His hips snap forward, his pace hard and deep and perfect. Every thrust sends pleasure coiling low in my stomach, building, tightening, overwhelming.
“Farris,” I gasp, my body tightening around him.
He curses, his movements turning almost brutal, like he’s staking his claim all over again. “You’re mine,” he growls. “Say it.”
I whimper, arching into him. “I’m yours.”
He presses a hand to my stomach, his lips brushing mine. “Both of you.”
Tears sting my eyes, the emotion hitting me just as hard as the pleasure. “Yes.”
I’m falling, spiraling, shattering apart in his arms, my release hitting me so hard I see stars. Farris groans, thrusting deep one last time before he buries himself inside me, coming with a raw, broken moan.
His forehead drops to mine, both of us panting, wrecked, holding onto each other like we’ll never let go, and we won’t because we just survived hell. We just found our way back to each other. No matter what comes next, no matter who comes for us, we’re in this together.
And I’ll fight for that.
For him.
For our baby.
For us.
21
FARRIS
The weight of Calypso’s body against mine should be enough to quiet my mind, but it’s not. She’s curled into me, her breath warm against my chest, her fingers still gripping the shirt she tore off me earlier like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go. Even in sleep, she doesn’t surrender completely. That’s my woman, always fighting, even in her dreams. And fuck, I love her for it.
I press a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the lingering scent of gunpowder, leather, and something sweet that’s just her. My palm rests over her belly, feeling the slow, steady rise of her breath, knowing that beneath my touch, our child is growing.
I should be soaking this in. I should be letting myself breathe, but I can’t. Because our baby, this life we’re building, is exactly what Reyes is trying to rip away from me.
If Reyes is out, there’s one thing I know about a man like him, he doesn’t let grudges go. He’s not like Train, who threw punches and made threats just to hear his own voice. Reyesplays the long game. He knows how to make a man suffer before pulling the trigger.
And worst of all? He knows exactly how to get to me. Through her.
I grit my teeth, staring at the dark ceiling, my fingers twitching against Calypso’s back. I will not let that happen.
I spent years putting men like Reyes away, dirty cops who thought they were above the law, who thought they could trade loyalty for power. Reyes was one of the worst. The kind of bastard who didn’t just take bribes, he ran entire goddamn underground operations, selling guns, drugs, and people like they were just numbers in his books.
I took him down. I testified against him, and now, he’s looking to even the score. I know he’s coming. The only question is when and how.
Calypso stirs against me, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she shifts, pressing her face against my throat. My grip tightens instinctively, my need to keep her close overriding everything else.
She’s been through hell and still comes out swinging. Pregnant, sick, carrying the weight of a war we didn’t even start, but she won’t sit this one out.
I should be pushing her away from this fight. I should be making damn sure she stays out of Reyes’s reach, but she’s not the kind of woman you push anywhere, and that scares the hell out of me.
Her voice is rough when she finally speaks, sleepy but sharp. “You’re thinking too loud.”
I let out a rough chuckle. “Yeah?”
