All Chapters of Best Friends' Reckless Cravings : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

I struggled for a lie, any lie, praying my brain will work faster than my dick. "Sorry, I'm... it's not you. I was texting with Nancy earlier and..." The words tumbled out awkwardly. "It's just, you know, been a while." Lena stepped back, her hands dropping to her sides. Her expression shifted from confusion to... disappointment? Relief? "Right. Nancy." She tucked a loose strand behind her ear, not meeting my eyes. "Tell her I said hi." The space between us felt loaded with something unsaid. She knew I was lying. I should leave now, but my feet won't move. "Lock the door behind me," I managed to say. "And text me when you go to bed so I know you're safe." "Night, Alexi." There's that smile again, the one that's gotten us through ten years of friendship. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, making her breasts push up against the thin fabric of her crop top. I forced myself to look away, nodding goodbye as I stepped into the hallway. The door closed, and

The corridor opened into a vast, dimly lit space that made my pulse kick up. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood, sweat, leather, the musk of arousal, all in one. My guide’s fingers curled around my wrist, pulling me forward as my eyes adjusted to the scene unfolding before me. A woman was sprawled across a velvet chaise, her wrists bound above her head with silk ropes, her back arched as another woman—masked in black lace—traced a feather along the inside of her thigh. The bound woman gasped, her hips jerking upward, begging for more. Nearby, a man knelt between a woman’s legs, his tongue working in slow strokes while onlookers murmured approval. Another couple was pressed against a mirrored wall, the man’s hand fisted in the woman’s hair as she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. I swallowed hard. My cock twitched from the sheer rawness of it all. "My God," I breathed. The woman beside me chuckled, her thumb brushing over my knuckles. "Impressive, isn’t it

Alex's POV My mind was stuck on a loop of images I couldn't shake even as I flipped pancakes. That naked body pressing against me, those fingers tracing my cock through my pants. The memory burned through me, making my hand jerk and splatter batter across the counter. "Careful, babe," Nancy called from the kitchen island where she read through something. "You're making a mess." I grunted in response, barely registering her words. All I could see was Lena's perfect ass arched toward me. Her voice echoed in my head: "Fuck you, Alex. I am gonna make you regret this." Would I regret it? I already did. But which part—touching her or stopping myself? Warm arms slipped around my waist, startling me back to reality. Nancy pressed her cheek against my back, her sweet voice wrapping around me. "You seem a million miles away this morning. Everything okay?" I turned with the spatula in hand, facing her concerned green eyes. Beautiful and sweet Nancy with her soft blonde waves and gentle sm