The Dixon Rule: Chapter 36

I TIPTOE THROUGH THE MAIN ROOM TO LET SHANE IN. THE MOMENT I open the door, I press my fingers to my lips to indicate he needs to be quiet. I didn’t turn on any lights, so we’re bathed in shadows as we quietly walk past the kitchen. I try to let the bluish light from Skip’s fish tank guide my way, but it’s still hard to see, and I curse when my knee slams into the small island. A jolt of pain travels up my leg.

“You okay?” he asks.

“No,” I whimper, bending over to press my hand against my kneecap. “Motherfucker.”

“Don’t worry. Let’s go to your room and I’ll kiss it and make it better.” There’s a pause. “Or…”

I lift my head to see his eyes gleaming in the darkness.

“What?”

“Maybe I’ll kiss you now.”

I glance toward the couch at a sleeping Will. When I turn my head back, Shane’s lips are right there. He kisses me, his tongue sliding through my parted lips to touch my own. He circles it, exploring my mouth as his hand moves downward, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.

“Shane.” A hushed warning.

He breaks the kiss. I feel him searching my face. “Say the word and we’ll take this to the bedroom.”

That’s exactly what we should do—take this to the bedroom. But the excitement tingling in my clit tells me to stay put. The idea of getting caught is more thrilling than I thought it would be.

“Tell me what you want,” he urges softly. “Stay here or go to your room?”

It’s hard to speak through the lump of arousal in my throat. I finally find my voice, managing to get out one throaty syllable.

“Stay.”

His lips curve. He gently pushes me backward until my butt hits the edge of the counter. Then his hand is back inside my pajama shorts, teasing me over the fabric of my underwear. His knuckles reach the top of my mound just as I hear a husky noise from the couch.

I freeze. But Will is only shifting positions, rolling onto his side.

Shane and I wait several agonizing beats. My heart has never pounded harder.

Finally, he resumes his ministrations, rubbing me in slow, lazy caresses. As if he has all the time in the world to play with my pussy. As if his teammate isn’t lying ten feet away and might wake up at any second.

I hiss in a breath when Shane slips his hand inside my panties. My legs spread as his fingers seek and find my drenched pussy.

He drags one finger through my slit, and my legs seem to lose all strength. I sag forward. Shane steadies me, chuckling quietly.

“Up,” he says, and the next thing I know, he’s lifting me onto the counter.

I fall back onto my elbows and peer down at him. Licking his lips, he sinks to his knees in front of me, pulling my shorts and panties down my legs. Alarm flutters through me, as I didn’t expect to be naked from the waist down. I thought our clothes would stay on, that we’d tease each other through the barriers.

But I can’t deny it excites me to be lying here on the counter on full display.

“Will is right there,” I whisper in an unconvincing objection. “What if he’s awake?”

“Then he can watch you come.”

My breath hitches.

Shane studies my face and quirks his lips in another smile. “You like that idea.”

I swallow another lump of pure, relentless lust. “It was all the threesome talk about him and Beckett. Got in my head.”

“Dirty girl.” Shane continues to watch me. “Is that what you want? To wake him up and ask him to join us?”

I don’t miss the way he brings his hand to his groin to do some rearranging behind his sweatpants.

“Is that what you want?” I counter.

“I told you I don’t like to share.”

“You’re not sharing. You’re bragging.”

“What am I bragging about?”

I spread my legs. “How good this pussy is.”

My wanton action rips a groan from his throat.

We instantly look at the couch. Will still lies on his side, face turned in our direction but eyes shut. His chest rises and falls in even intervals.

“Jesus, Dixon,” Shane grinds out. “Stop talking like that. I’m leaking precome.”

I feel a clench between my legs. “Let me taste.”

My plea makes him groan again, but this time it’s muffled by his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Without a word, he stands and positions his body in front of my face. Keeping his back to the couch, he eases the front of his sweatpants down and releases his cock. It springs up, thick and eager. Sure enough, moisture beads at the tip.

His breathing is ragged as he fists his erection and slowly brings it to my waiting mouth. I lick the tip, and it twitches for me while my tongue explores him.

Shane releases a quiet, strangled noise. I wrap my lips around him and let him push a few inches into my mouth. I can never take him too deep because of his massive size. Even with half his length, I can feel him at the back of my throat.

His fingers thread through my hair, guiding my head along his shaft. I feel myself getting impossibly wetter. It’s hard not to be turned on by the sound of his unsteady exhalations and the taste of him on my tongue.

“That’s enough,” he warns when I tighten the suction of my lips.

I almost weep when he takes his dick away. But he atones for that sin by returning to the cradle of my thighs and dropping to his knees. My hips buck into his hungry, sucking mouth, taking every ounce of pleasure he has to offer.

I’m sprawled on the kitchen counter, half-naked, a feast for Shane’s tongue and Will’s eyes should he open them. But I don’t care about the latter. The heart-pounding sensations Shane is creating in my body are all I can focus on.

I can feel the orgasm trying to surface. Black dots flash through my vision, my surroundings threatening to fade, but I blink and force myself to stay in the present. I don’t want to miss a second of this. When Shane’s tongue flicks over my clit, every nerve ending in my body comes alive. Firing on all cylinders.

I gasp, so close to detonating. So close—

He wrenches his mouth away, and I almost wail in disappointment.

“Please don’t stop,” I whisper pleadingly.

But he’s already on his feet. He grips his dick, his features taut, hungry. “Sorry, baby, I fucking can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

Despite the persistent throbbing in my clit, an orgasm that’s now eluding me, I can’t fault him. I’ve never seen him look this desperate. His lips are pulled tight over his teeth, eyes on fire as he steps between my legs.

“Put me inside you.”

I reach between us to grip him. I’m so drenched that he glides inside effortlessly. I suck in air as he grinds into me, my hips reflexively pushing against him. I’ve never been filled like this by any other man. The friction of him inside me tickles nerves I didn’t know existed.

“So you’re really going to do this, huh?”

I jolt at the sound of Will’s resigned voice.

Oh God.

My cheeks are scorching as I twist my head in Will’s direction. His face is almost entirely illuminated by the glow of the fish tank. I swallow when I see the unmistakeable glint of arousal.

“Sorry, did we wake you?” Shane drawls.

“Obviously,” Will says dryly.

Shane flicks his gaze toward the couch. “I’d send Dixon over there to tuck you in and sing you a lullaby, but we’re a little busy right now.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Shane pauses thoughtfully. “Do you like what you see?”

“What the hell do you think?”

“You like watching me fuck my girl?”

Will doesn’t answer. Then he lets out a breath. “Don’t you two want to move this to the bedroom or something?”

Neither of us moves. Shane is still inside me. It’s crazy. I should tell him to stop, cover myself up, run into the bedroom. But I remain motionless. My pulse throbs between my legs. I know Shane can feel it rippling around him.

“We’re good where we are,” he mutters, his hungry gaze locked on my face. “But you’re welcome to go hide in the bedroom if this offends your delicate eyes.”

I see Will shift beneath the blanket as he holds eye contact with me. There’s a question in his expression.

“Remember we talked about kinks?” I say wryly. “This is his. He likes to be watched.”

Will’s tongue comes out to lick at the corner of his mouth. “What about you, Di? Do you want me to stay and watch you get fucked?”

A shiver skitters up my spine. His voice is low. Seductive.

I nod slowly.

Will nods back. “Say it out loud.” It’s a command, not a suggestion. “I need to hear your consent.”

I clear the lust from my throat. “Yes. Stay.”

Smiling, Shane withdraws and then pushes his cock inside me with a fast, deep stroke, drawing an involuntary moan from my lips.

Will makes a strangled noise. “Jesus, Lindley.”

“You have no idea how wet she is,” Shane tells him, his breathing quickening as he slides out again, then plunges back in. “My dick is soaked.”

Will doesn’t answer. He’s wholly focused on me. I should feel exposed, but I don’t. I’m on fire, every nerve ending crackling with anticipation.

Shane pulls out again, dragging his tip up and down my slit as he continues talking to Will. “I bet you wish you could be over here right now, don’t you, Larsen?”

That thick cock fills me again. I moan.

When Will still doesn’t respond, Shane spares him another glance. “I know what you’re thinking. You want your dick in my girl’s mouth while I fuck her.”

“Yes” is the hoarse reply.

Oh my God.

“Well, too bad. I don’t share,” Shane mocks. “But you can keep watching.”

He strokes my clit and I feel a shudder of pleasure. I tear my gaze off Will and focus on Shane. On the chiseled features stretched taut with his desire. On the enormous dick stuffed inside me.

He leans forward, sweatpants down to expose his bare ass. Big hands travel up my stomach to cup my breasts over my sleep shirt, rubbing my nipples between his fingers. It sparks an electric current through my body. My breasts are stupidly sensitive.

“Feel good?” he asks, toying with my nipples as he fucks me nice and slow.

“Mmm-hmm.”

Shane curls his muscular body over my quivering one and bends his head to kiss me with reckless abandon. I whimper against his greedy tongue, clinging to his shoulders, scraping my nails down his back. All the while, his hips keep moving.

He licks his lips as he straightens up, one hand flat on my belly as he lightly rubs his fingertips over my clit.

“You like that he’s watching you take my dick.”

I nod wordlessly.

“You take it so good, baby.” His fingers tease me, pressing down on that sensitive nub. “Look at you, Dixon. Stretched all around my cock. You’re so tight.”

My hips start to move too. He’s not even fully in, damn it. He’s too big. But my body is greedy. I make a low, desperate noise, trying to buck myself against him.

Shane chuckles.

“Will,” he says without looking over.

“Yeah?”

“Get yourself off watching us.”

There’s a muffled groan.

I see movement from the corner of my eye. Pulse racing, I turn my head in time to see Will sliding his hand under the blanket. This is the raunchiest, kinkiest, most arousing thing I’ve ever experienced. I should feel gross and objectified, but I don’t.

Will rolls onto his back. He pushes his boxers down. I catch a shadowy glimpse of his fist moving over his shaft. His face is turned in my direction. He’s biting his lip.

“If you come before Diana, I’ll let you decide where I shoot my load.”

Will groans.

I do too.

Oh my God.

Shane braces his hands on the counter and fucks me so deep I’m seeing stars again. My body contracts around his cock, pinpricks of pleasure traveling over my skin.

“Better hurry, though,” Shane warns. “She’s close. She’s squeezing me so tight, it’s only a matter of seconds.”

How am I not supposed to be close when Shane is hitting the most incredible spot and Will is working his cock in long, steady strokes, pleasuring himself to the sight of us?

Shane slides his hands beneath my ass, lifting it a little so he can plunge deeper. He goes faster and faster, and I can’t stop the onslaught of sensation. The orgasm is rising. I feel the familiar tingle building up.

I gulp for air. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Do it. Show Larsen how much you like taking this dick.”

Squeezing my ass with one hand, Shane uses his other one to rub my clit again, all the while maintaining that torturous pace, those deep strokes.

A wave of ecstasy rolls through me. I don’t try to hold it back; I couldn’t if I wanted to. My fingers splay out on the counter, shivers consuming my entire body as I experience one of the best releases of my life.

Shane doesn’t stop drilling into me after my orgasm passes. He still has to reach his own. But he’s close—I know by the primal grunts that leave his mouth.

“Sorry, Will, you weren’t fast enough,” Shane mutters, then groans when my inner muscles clamp around him, still contracting from orgasm.

Will is groaning too, stroking himself while his gaze remains glued to me and Shane. To the place where we’re joined. To Shane’s thumb still grazing my clit.

“I’m coming,” Will mumbles, and an answering bolt of desire shoots through me.

I don’t know where to look. At Will, who’s jerking himself to release all over his abs? At Shane, who’s now shuddering as he spills himself inside me?

It takes forever for my heartbeat to regulate. I feel the muscles in Shane’s stomach relax as he gently withdraws from my body. He’s breathing hard. Eyes still devouring me.

“Doing okay there, Will?” he calls blithely.

“Fuck. Yeah.”

Chuckling, Shane tugs his sweatpants up and then cleans me with a soft paper towel, his touch tender. Without a word, he picks my shorts and underwear off the floor and puts them on me. My legs are wobbling as he helps me off the counter. My bare feet hit the floor.

Shane dips his head to plant a kiss on my lips. “I’m off,” he says, winking at me. “Night, Dixon.”

A strangled laugh sputters out. “Night, Lindley.”

He takes a few steps toward the entryway, then glances over his shoulder. “Night, Larsen.”