Page 44 of Pigeon

In one smooth move, Pigeon’s on his back, and I’m astride him. Grasping my hips, Pigeon uses them to drive me up and then down hard on his cock. Eyes on my bouncing breasts, he grinds my lower body against his before thrusting into me again. I lean back slightly, and Pigeon’s thumb finds my clit. Shaking my head, I tell him, “I can’t. Not again.”

“Fuck you can’t. You’re coming with me, baby. Give it to me.”

Between thumb and cock, Pigeon gets his wish. When I shudder from the rush of feelings, he groans and slams my body down hard on his. Holding me still, I feel his body harden and twitch slightly, riding out his orgasm. When his body finally relaxes, he pulls my upper half down to press against his chest.

After a couple of moments, I feel him soften inside of me. Our breathing is slowly returning to normal, but Pigeon doesn’t release his hold on me. Lifting my head enough to see his gorgeous face, I drop my mouth to his. When I feel him smile beneath my mouth, I open my eyes to see his on me.

“Looks like we need to start over with another shower,” he mumbles against my lips.

Dropping my face into the crook of his neck, I let out a small laugh.

I finally make it to work, and I’m only two hours late. Margie waves off my excuse, gives me a smile, and leaves. I say hi to Dale, ignore his staring and get to work. He’ll only be here for another hour, so it’ll be easy to avoid him. Heading straight to the aviary, I listen to Prissy explain loudly to the other birds why cockatoos are the superior birds.

“Hey, Miss P. You want to help me with rounds?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she replies before landing on my shoulder.

I turn my face to hers and wait for her to make her usual kissing sounds. That done, we leave and head for the dog kennels.

Taking some time, I eventually get all the orphaned puppies into the dog park along with a few of the quieter older dogs. Stopping in front of Thor’s kennel, I smile when he rushes to the front for some attention. Even with Prissy as my co-worker, it seems quiet today, not having a Devil’s Angels member with me. They had a meeting, they call it Church, and I assured Pigeon I was fine at work without one of them here.

A few minutes later, I hear the intercom click on and Dale’s voice letting me know I have a visitor in the reception area. Assuming Pigeon didn’t believe me, Prissy and I make our way to the office area. Instead of one of the guys, I see Ava, Pippa, and a few other women waiting for me.

“Hi, ladies. What can I help with? The donkeys are okay, aren’t they?” I ask when I enter the room.

“Yeah, they’re great. Thank you for helping with them, Ivy. They’re exactly what I always wanted. The kids love them,” Ava answers with a small smile.

“They’re being spoiled more each day. Both currently have blue sparkly hooves,” says the lady standing behind Ava while smiling and rolling her eyes a little.

I grin back because I totally expected that to happen.

“Is there somewhere we can talk?” Ava asks in a quiet voice.

Sensing something’s not right, I nod and open the door that leads to a small conference room. Closing the door behind the last woman, I take a seat and wait.

Pointing to each lady, Ava introduces them.

“Trudy, she’s Petey’s. Tammy is Trigger’s. Bailey owns Axel and always has our sympathies,” Ava says with a grin while the others laugh. “Taja is the lucky one who gets to see Vex naked and Pippa you’ve met before, I believe.”

I nod while trying to remember each name and the face it belongs to.

“We’re here for a few reasons, actually. First, did you know Gunner adopted a pig?”

“Uh, no, I didn’t. I know that a farm piglet got adopted, but I didn’t look at the paperwork. Why? Is it a problem?” I ask, concerned.

“God no, I’m happy as hell about it. But the overly large man is hiding it from me, and I don’t know why. Do you?” Ava questions.

Thinking about it, I think I know the answer.

“Other than Gee, is Gunner knowledgeable about pigs?” I ask.

“No, not at all. Why?” Ava asks with a wariness to her tone.

“The piglet I think he adopted is aMangalitsa. They’re super cute as babies, and they grow slower than some of the other breeds, but they end up large. As in 800 pounds plus for a male. They are also wooly, like sheep. Friendly, they make great pets, but not indoor pets,” I inform her while fighting a smile at the look of pure glee on her beautiful face. “How do you know he adopted one and is hiding it?”

“Because if Axel knows, everyone knows. He’s a gossip,” Bailey answers with a huge smile.

“Poor Gunner. He’s afraid you’re going to want to keep it as an indoor pet!” laughs Trudy.

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