Page 151 of The Dixon Rule

DIANA

You’re really going to do this, huh?

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.”

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