Page 153 of The Dixon Rule

“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.

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