Novels by Peter Oyewole

MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND STOPPED PRETENDING PT 2.The first week after that explosive weekend felt like walking on live wires.Riley couldn’t look at Liam without her body remembering every thrust, every growled word, every time he’d filled her until she was dripping. And Liam, he acted like nothing had changed in front of Ethan. Same easy grin, same fist-bump greetings, same “Yo, what’s good?” when he came over to watch the game or work on Ethan’s busted motorcycle in the garage.But his eyes always found her.A quick flick when Ethan wasn’t looking. A slow drag down her body when she walked through the living room in yoga shorts and a cropped tank. A subtle flex of his jaw when she bent to grab something from the fridge and her ass brushed the air near him.Ethan noticed nothing. Or if he did, he chalked it up to Riley being “weird lately.”Monday night the three of them ended up in the living room. Ethan sprawled on the recliner, controller in hand, yelling at the screen during a l

MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND STOPPED PRETENDING PT 1.Liam Hayes had been Ethan’s ride-or-die since high school. The guy who slept on their couch after parties, fixed the lawnmower when it broke, and always had Riley’s back when Ethan was being an overprotective asshole. He was twenty-four now, tall, tattooed forearms, perpetual five-o’clock shadow, and a quiet intensity that made Riley’s stomach flip every time he walked into a room.Riley was twenty, home from her second year of college, and tired of pretending the butterflies were innocent.The house emptied out on a humid Friday afternoon. Ethan and their parents left for a week-long family thing upstate on some cousin’s wedding Riley had zero interest in attending.“I’ve got summer classes online,” she’d said.That was a lie. She wanted silence and freedom. She wanted the weekend alone to herself and she felt even happier when she found out Laim will be coming over to keep her company.Liam showed up that evening in a Black T-shirt s

THE WEEKEND MY STEP-DADDY'S BEST FRIEND SNAPPED. Marcus Kane had been circling Ava like a shark for three years. Ever since she turned eighteen and the innocent little princess he used to bounce on his knee became a woman with curves that made his cock ache every time she walked into a room. He was her stepdad’s best friend, divorced, built like a man who still lifted heavy and fucked harder. She was twenty-one, home from college for the summer, and every glance she gave him felt like a dare. He told himself he would never touch her. She told herself the same. Friday evening her parents’ car rolled out of the driveway for their long weekend conference. The second the taillights vanished, the air in the house shifted to thick, electric, and dangerous. Marcus pulled up twenty minutes later, exactly as her stepdad had asked. “Just keep an eye on the place, man. Alarm’s been acting up and a storm’s coming.” He had told him He stepped out of his truck in dark jeans and a black