All Chapters of Craving My Best Friend’s Brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I compose myself as I walk over and settle into my seat. My eyes meet hers for a brief moment before she quickly looks over at Ricky. “It’s nothing,” she says. “This isn’t nothing.” Ricky leans in, carefully tracing his fingers along her red cheek. I hate it. I hate that he gets to touch her like that and she just lets him. I look away multiple times. A part of me wants to interrupt, but I know Cortney too well. One stupid question from her and all our hidden escapades will come spilling out. “It looks like you got slapped,” Ricky says, finally letting go of her chin. They keep staring at each other. “You don’t seem like the type of person who gets into trouble.” He pulls back and takes the seat next to me so we’re facing the girls. I’m curious too. Who the hell hit her? “It’s nothing,” Chan repeats, covering her cheek with her hand and looking away. “Oh, fuck it!” Cortney groans. We all turn to her. Chan grabs her arm, clearly trying to stop her, but Cortney shakes her hea

The vibrator hums louder as he presses the soft, rounded head against me. The moment it touches my clit, my whole body jerks.“Oh my God—” The words tumble out before I can stop them.River watches my face, eyes dark and focused. “Breathe, Chan.”He says it so calmly, like this isn’t the first time he’s done this. Like he’s an expert at it. The thought stings a little. River is the kind of guy who’s been between a lot of girls’ legs. Maybe this is how he learned — practicing on them until he got this good.I try, but the vibration is intense. It’s steady, relentless, and so much stronger than his fingers. It sends sharp, electric waves straight through me. My hips lift off the bed on their own. I can’t stay still.He doesn’t move the toy away. He just holds it there, pressing firmer, circling slowly. “That is it… feel it.”My moans get louder, even though I’m trying to keep quiet. My hands fist the sheets. My thighs start to tremble. Every nerve in my body is lighting up at once.Rive

***~~~ RIVER~~~***I can still remember the look on Coach Hazard’s face. And how proud Ricky seemed about the whole situation.When we left his office, Ricky tried to talk to me, but I walked away. I couldn’t go back to practice. I was afraid my anger would erupt if I did. So instead, I called Chan. Sex was the only thing I knew that could relieve this kind of anger.I told the driver to pick me up and then come back for Chan while he waited around the corner so no one would suspect anything. During the ride, one thought kept circling in my mind: I wanted to take things to the next level with her. We had fucked a lot already, and I wanted to spice it up. One thing I knew about Chan was that she would always take it. She would always try to impress me. Sometimes I let her. Most of the time, I dominated.When I entered the shop, I kept my face mask on. I wasn’t ready for anyone to recognize me. The last thing I needed was news spreading the next day. If my parents found out I was doin

The last two days have been difficult, but training is finally starting to feel useful again. I hate to admit it, but training with Ricky is helping. I still don’t trust him. My gut tells me he wants to take everything from me. He’d told me he wanted Chan afterall— but he is pushing me harder than I’d pushed myself in weeks. I have improved. Coach even pulled me aside today and said I looked sharper on the ice. For the first time in a while, I feel like I am getting back on my feet.Still, something keeps nagging at me.Hazel’s words wouldn’t leave my head. She swore she had only told Rue about us — that they had just talked about the kiss in the locker room. But if that was true, how the hell did Rue get a picture of us? It didn’t add up. I shake my head, trying to push the thought away. I hadn’t even seen Rue at the game that night. Then again, the stands were packed. She could have been there.I had planned to corner her and ask questions, but practice has been brutal. Between Rick

***~~~ CHANCÉ~~~***Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.It’s been really hard. I’ve tried not to watch porn. I’ve tried not to open the hidden folder on my phone where I keep his picture to avoid touching myself. I’ve been avoiding their mansion like it’s radioactive. In the hallways at school, I check left and right before I walk, practically sprinting so I don’t bump into him.Cortney has been urging me to come over this weekend, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. This is Mission: Avoid River Dawson. I haven’t texted him either, and I’m kind of proud of myself for that. I don’t want to hurt Cortney anymore, so I’m trying