Page 70 of Pigeon

“It’s nearly an hour away. They’d never make it past the city limit sign,” Pooh states with a wicked grin.

“At least the ranch would be safe from her,” Toes adds.

“I’ll take you driving tomorrow, Tessie,” Lucy says while standing from her chair.

“Thank fuck!” Freddy shouts before dropping his head in relief.

“Lucy, honey, no. You don’t want to do that,” Taja speaks up.

“Got nothing else to do. The men haven’t taught her shit so far. You know the old saying. If you want something done right… yada, yada, yada. Pick you up around noon, Tessie,” Lucy says in a flat voice before walking toward the main door.

“Don’t think that’s a good idea, Lucy. Chubs wouldn’t want—” I start to explain.

“Chubs isn’t here, so he has no say in this. If he was concerned with my well-being, he’d be here but notice he isn’t. I have nothing else to do, and I no longer care about fuck-all. Noon, Tessie. You’ll learn, but you’re not going to like my methods. Too bad,” Lucy says with venom and then walks out the door.

While everyone sits, slack-jawed at Lucy’s words, Craig sets his glass down and slides off the stool.

“Hold my beer. I got this,” he says, then exits through the door Lucy just slammed behind her.

When Pooh steps off his stool to follow Craig, Axel waves him off.

“They’re close. Maybe she’ll listen to the little guy.”

“Why are you guys always causing drama?” Tessie asks loudly to no one in particular.

“Yeah, we cause the drama. Not your driving,” Horse mutters, and I bite back a grin.

“Drama will be happening in a big way if we don’t find Chubs. Because come fall, someone’s got to tell Craig that he’ll have to attend regular school. I’ve already volunteered Trigger for that conversation,” Pooh says while several of the adults laugh.

That’s a conversation I want no part of because Craig’s not going to take that well. The other kids work with Chubs on school things, but they enjoy attending regular classes too. Not Craig, and I’m thankful for not being the poor teacher that’s going to have him in their classroom.

Picking Ivy and Thor up from the rescue, we make the drive home to the ranch. Ivy wanted Thor to have more time socializing, so he went to work with her tonight. He’s doing great and even does well at the clubhouse with the pets. He keeps his distance from Duffy, but otherwise, he likes all the rest, especially the donkeys.

“Good day at work?” I ask as Ivy leans into my side.

“Not really. We lost a baby goat tonight. It was in bad shape from the day it came to the rescue and never recovered.”

“Sorry, honey,” I answer while dropping a quick kiss on the top of her head.

“I have to bring the trailer to work tomorrow and be there early. Two draft horses are being surrendered, and I’m going to pick them up.”

“I have to be at the security office early, so I’ll take my bike.”

We pull into the ranch, and I park my truck. Turning Ivy’s face my direction, I kiss my wife. I’m enjoying our moment when Thor whines. Ivy pulls back, opens her door, and lets Thor scramble over her to get outside. Shutting the door, she turns back to me. Climbing onto my lap, Ivy rests her back against the steering wheel, wraps her fingers in my hair, and tugs my mouth back to hers. Because I’m not the kind of man to ignore an invitation, I slam my mouth against hers. Placing my hands on her hips, I slide her lower half against mine. I groan when my cock responds to the heat from her body on mine.

“Need you in me, Pigeon,” Ivy whispers against my mouth.

I open the door, help Ivy out and follow her. Slamming the door, I push her back against it and grind myself against her. Reaching down, I flick open the button on her jeans, unzip them, and slide my hand inside. Finding what I knew I’d find, I glide my finger through her wetness while Ivy moans deep in her throat.

Using my other hand, I push her shirt and bra up, exposing her to my eyes. Leaning down, I take a hard nipple into my mouth and suck. I’ve found that my wife loves nipple play, and that works for me because I have a major thing for Ivy’s full breasts. Using my teeth, I bite gently. Ivy tugs on my hair, pulling my head back and then pulls my mouth to her other breast. I repeat my actions and revel in the sounds she makes.

“Inside, Ivy.”

“No time, need you in me now,” she answers while struggling to get one leg of her jeans off.

Somehow, we manage to get her half undressed, my jeans loose and hanging from my ass. Grasping her hips, I lift and then lower her onto my cock. Pressing her backside hard against the truck, I thrust deep. Ivy wraps her arms around my shoulders, drops her forehead to mine, and I fuck my wife.

When we finish, we don’t bother righting our clothes any more than needed to get into the house. Laughing at each other’s struggles, we make it to our bedroom and collapse on the bed. After a minute, Ivy says into the dark, “Love you.”

---