All Chapters of Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Ashley"Are you sure your man is okay with this?" Diamond murmurs against my skin, her lips brushing my throat as our bodies grind in rhythm under the strobe lights.Her hands roam, bold and warm, as the bass pulses through the floor—and through me. The air inside the club smells like smoke, sex, and alcohol. And the lights scatter across our skin like glitter-drenched sin.I tilt my head just enough to catch sight of Gray in the corner booth.Drink in hand. Arm draped across the backrest like a throne built just for him. That dark, unreadable expression of his locked directly on me, watching like I'm the only thing that exists in this whole damn place.He doesn't blink.Doesn't smile.Just drinks me in with that gaze that strips me bare and sets every nerve in my body on fire. A slow, satisfied smirk tugs at my lips."Oh, he's more than okay with it," I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett

Alyssa"Hurry up, bitch. We're ready to see it!" Chelsea hollers from the other side of the curtain."Yeah. Hurry up!" Ashley chimes in, her words slurred just enough to betray the endless flow of champagne they've been knocking back out there.I roll my eyes, biting back a grin. God, they sound like sorority girls at a frat party instead of grown women at a fancy boutique."Give me a second!" I shout back, laughing as Sara tugs at the zipper. "She has to finish getting me in this thing first."My pulse kicks a little faster as the bodice tightens around me. This is really happening.For a second, the noise from the salon fades—Ashley's drunken heckling, Chelsea's impatient squeals, even Sara fussing with the zipper. All I hear is my own heartbeat thundering in my ears.Me. In a fucking wedding dress.In three weeks, I'll be marrying the men of my dreams. The men who destroyed everything ugly in my life and turned it into something worth breathing for. Though legally, King's alrea

AlyssaAfter I get back from the salon, the rest of the day blurs into a loop of breastfeeding, tag-teaming diaper changes, and keeping the kids entertained with Niko and Mason until my body feels wrung out. Exhausted doesn't even begin to cover it.But underneath the bone-deep fatigue simmers something hotter. Hungrier. We haven't had real time with King in weeks. He's been busy. Too busy.And I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, but I fucking hate it. Especially tonight, when we're all home and he isn't. Quickies before he passes out aren't enough—not for me. Not when I crave the full weight of him pressing me down, every brutal inch splitting me open, reminding me who I belong to.Of course, Niko and Mason have been taking care of me—and each other. And it's incredible, the kind of heat that leaves us tangled and trembling, too spent to even breathe right. But even in that haze, it's obvious. Our nights don't feel complete without our King. I want to explore his body