Page 42 of Pigeon

His answer is incredibly important to me, and my body tenses, worried that it won’t be what I need to hear him say.

“That you’re just Ava’s friend. That I’m amused by you; I admire you, but I’m not attracted to you. That maybe I am good enough for someone like you. I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want you naked, under me, for hours while I dirty your mind and mark your body with me.”

The last sentence is muttered, lips pressed to my ear and hands sliding up my sides. Being so intent on his words, I didn’t know he’d left the shower.

“If any of that’s more than you want, walk out that door, and we’ll continue as if this conversation never happened. You’ll still have mine and the club’s help and protection. If it isn’t, then I’m going to strip you, shower with you, and I guarantee you’re going to be late for work.”

Reaching down, I pull my t-shirt over my head. That’s all the answer Pigeon requires before he makes my bra disappear and then quickly eliminates the rest of my clothing. Turning to face him, I lift my face to look into his eyes, but his mouth crashes down on mine with intent. After a deep, sensual kiss, Pigeon pulls me into the shower with him.

Placing me under the spray, Pigeon steps back. Instinctively, I move my arm, intending to cover myself, but he stops the move. Clasping his fingers with mine, he lowers our arms, and his eyes begin to devour me. They roam my body, heat evident in them, and then lock on my breasts. My nipples harden under his gaze, and my throat offers up a low moan. Pigeon’s eyes rise to mine, then he grins, dimples and all.

“Fuck me, Ivy. You’ve been hiding all of this under baggie hoodies and loose t-shirts?” Pigeon groans out before releasing my hands.

“Pigeon, please,” I mutter in what could easily be taken as begging.

“Please what? Please kiss you? Please touch you?” he teases before finding my mouth with his.

“Yes,” I answer against his lips.

Pigeon slides his hands up my neck to cup my face and head with his long fingers. He deepens our kiss, tongue sliding against mine before he pulls back enough to lightly nip my lower lip. Placing his forehead against mine, I hear him take in a long breath before slowly releasing it.

“My first time of being inside you isn’t going to be in a shower that’s going to turn fucking cold soon. My first time making you come will be, though,” Pigeon says before turning my body around, so my back is resting against his chest.

Warm water spraying down on me, I lean against Pigeon and watch his hands land on my breasts. Cupping them, he flicks his thumbs across my nipples several times before one hand goes south. When I feel his finger sliding between my folds, I arch my back in pleasure. Gently circling my clit, I move one hand behind me to grip his hard thigh and the other upward to grip his neck.

Feeling his hardened cock pressed against my backside, I push back against it. Pigeon moans close to my ear before saying, “Yeah, honey, just like that.”

Pinching my clit between thumb and finger, Pigeon slowly slides another finger into my wetness. My body gives a small jerk at how much I like what he’s doing, and he lightly bites the top of my shoulder close to my neck.

It’s been a long time since I was this close to a man. My body has been craving Pigeon’s touch, so it responds quickly. Grinding hard against his cock, I feel it slide downward between my cheeks. Pigeon releases my clit and moves his hand so his finger can delve deeper inside of me. His other hand continues torturing my nipple, and I want more of him.

“Need you inside of me,” I say on a gasp of pleasure. “Want to touch you.”

“You’ll get both. First, I need you to come for me, Ivy. Don’t hold back.”

Removing his hand from my breast, he slides it across my chest, up to my chin before turning my head to meet his mouth. At the same time, his finger is replaced with two, and he presses down on my clit with his thumb. Our mouths clash, tongues finding each other, and his hand picks up its pace. I feel the tingle low in my belly. Arching my back again, I press down on his hand.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my fingers. Come on, Ivy. Give it to me,” Pigeon whispers against my mouth.

I slam my head back against his chest as my orgasm crashes through my body. Pigeon doesn’t stop. He increases the movements of his hand and draws it out gloriously long. I’m panting as the feeling slowly starts to subside, and my body relaxes its muscles.

Pigeon waits a beat before sliding his fingers out of my body and wrapping both arms around me while he buries his face in my neck.

“Fucking perfection, baby,” he whispers against my neck.

After a moment of being held, Pigeon pulls back and reaches for the soap. Looking over my shoulder at him, I raise an eyebrow.

“Water’s going to turn cold. Let’s get you clean before I take you to bed and let you do filthy things to me,” he answers my unspoken question with a wicked grin.

I try to wash quickly, liking his answer, but Pigeon keeps pushing my hands out of the way so he can soap my body. I give up and let him have his way, but I don’t make it easy for him. Placing kisses on his broad chest, sliding my hands across his abs, I direct one hand south. Pigeon grabs my wrist before I get to my target and laughs at the look I give him.

I understand his rush, though, when the water starts to cool. Rinsing body and hair quickly, I step out of the shower and into the towel Pigeon’s holding up for me. Squeezing as much water as I can from my hair, I turn to view the sight of Pigeon’s hard, tanned body with a towel barely covering the parts I want to explore. Again, I get a grin and flashing dimples before Pigeon bends and tosses me over his shoulder. Giving my rump a swat, he exits the bathroom and strides down the hallway.

My eyes go wide, and my body goes taunt when I hear a voice that doesn’t belong to Pigeon.

“Fucking Axel is making a mint because of you, brother. I’m going to owe him a week’s pay!”

Not knowing if my ass is covered or not, I try to swing a hand back there to hold the towel down. Pigeon’s hand brushes mine away and covers the area I was worried about, so I use both hands to hold the towel to my chest instead. Hanging over his shoulder the way I am, the blood is rushing to my face, so I bury it against his back.

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