The Dixon Rule (Campus Diaries, #2)

by Elle Kennedy

“Don’t worry, we didn’t see a thing.” The reassurance comes from the boy-next-door face of Will Larsen. “I saw your tits and one butt cheek,” Beckett Dunne says helpfully.

Diana and I have a love-hate relationship. As in, she hates me, and I love to annoy her.

If someone wants to be in a relationship with you, they will. They won’t string you along. They won’t hit you up in the middle of the night for sex. They won’t feed you endless excuses about how they’re “not cut out for relationships” or how “you deserve so much better.” They would be with you, plain and simple.

“Later, Dixon.” “Thanks for the ride, Daddy.” “Don’t turn me on this early in the morning, please.”

“I told them I had a girlfriend.” I start to laugh. “This is the greatest day of my life.” “Oh, it gets better, Dixon. I told them it was you.”

“He asked me, as a friend, to have dinner with him tonight. It’s not a date, and I am the most loyal fake girlfriend you will ever have. I fake love you, Shane. I want to fake marry you and have your fake babies. Okay?” I glare at her. “Uncalled for. I can’t believe you brought our fake children into this.”

“No man is allowed to touch you but me, Dixon.” His voice is low. Thick with desire. “And if one tries, I’ll rip his fucking hands off.”

“I don’t want a sweet little wife.” He kisses my shoulder. “I want a sassy bitch.”

“Remember when you asked me if I would ever make sacrifices?” I say pensively. “If I could be the kind of partner who took on a larger load while you were in the NHL?” I purse my lips. “I think I could.” “Yeah?” he says thickly. “I would make those sacrifices for you. Because you’re everything to me too.” “Jesus, Dixon, you’re so sappy. Have some more self-respect.” I snort against his shoulder. “Anyway, congratulations,” he says. “For what?” “I’m leaving you in charge of deciding when you birth our children.”