***Callie's P.O.V.***
Sam and I head back to the packhouse. On the way there, we can barely keep our hands off each other. While Sam drives, he keeps his hand on my thigh with a habit of squeezing my breast when he gets extra excited. I enjoyed keeping my hand pressed against his c**k, rubbing it through the fabric.
The moment we arrive at the packhouse, Sam parks the car and looks over to me. I notice his eyes changing to something darker. He gets out of the car and runs over to my side, where he flings the door open. Sam scoops me out, not letting my feet touch the ground.
One of the guards opens the main entrance when he sees us approaching. I sense pack members "giggling" gazes from those who catch a glimpse of us as we make our way to our bedroom. When we get there, Sam goes straig
