Page 41 of The Dixon Rule

At that, I unleash the dragon. Diana jumps out of her chair and marches over to mine. I blink, and suddenly she’s straddling me.

She makes herself comfortable on my lap, and my hands instinctively cup her ass to steady her. A tingle runs down my spine the moment I make contact.

Licking her lips, Diana brings her mouth to mine and kisses me. When our lips touch, a jolt rolls through my body. And then her tongue slides out to touch mine, and fire rushes up and burns in my blood. My heartbeat pounds in my fingertips as I drag them beneath her shirt and run them over the smooth skin of her lower back. She moans softly in response. Her tongue lightly swirls over mine, teasing me, until I make a hoarse sound of desperation.

I don’t know what the hell is going on right now, but I want more. I want to know how every inch of her tastes.

But more doesn’t happen.

“And time!” Lily declares, and she and Gia start cheering that the girls scored their point.

Me, I’m too busy trying to comprehend how one kiss with Diana Dixon got me this hard.

“Lindley,” she whispers, her palm stroking up my bare arm.

I pull back, my head a little foggy. I can’t take my gaze off her. Her green eyes are like a drug.

I swallow. I can’t find my voice. My dick is a hard spike, and there’s no disguising it. I know she feels it pressing against her thigh.

“Yeah?” My throat is hoarse.

She brings her mouth close to my ear. “I win.”

CHAPTER NINE

DIANA

Hey, can my best friend fuck you?

THE PARTY IS WINDING DOWN, BUT MY HEARTBEAT IS STILL COMPLETELY out of control.

I kissed Shane Lindley.

It was out of spite and to win a game, but still.

What I did was unacceptable. It was egregious. It was—

The hottest kiss ever?

Oh my God, fuck off, I order my traitorous inner voice. How can my own subconscious betray me like this?

And yet the thought persists. Maybe I did feel a teeny, tiny tingle of arousal from that kiss. How could I not when his erection was pressing against me? And it was…substantial. A generous penis, as my friend Brooke described a boyfriend’s package once.

Unfortunately, that generous penis belongs to the cocky, insufferable Shane Lindley. Therefore, I will not be partaking in that penis, thank you very much.

Will Larsen pulls me aside as I’m dumping empty beer bottles into a garbage bag. I’m not sure how I got roped into cleanup duty considering this wasn’t my party.

“Hey, can I crash at your place tonight?” he asks in a low voice.

I give him a strange look. “Why? You live so close. And you don’t seem too drunk to walk a few blocks.”

“Yeah, I’m not even buzzed.” He glances over his shoulder.

I follow his gaze and spot Beckett and Lily. I heard her agree to go home with him tonight, and she’s draped over him like a cashmere scarf.

“C’mon, Di. Let me crash. And, uh, maybe act like we’re gonna hook up?”

I snort.

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