Bedroom Besties Novels & Stories

I slide into them wordlessly, and he does too. I settle one hand over his hip and pull him to me. “Your bed is the nicest,” I tell him with a soft grin. It’s true. He has the biggest bedroom in the house, and his bed is insanely comfortable. Dane and Richie, while I love them to death, are firm mattress guys. I hate firm mattresses. But Tripp’s bed… I swear this bed is like heaven, it’s so soft and plush. Perfect for late-night cuddles and sex.

I told her because my mum WILL come over. She nodded and threw the blanket over her head. You won't even know she is in bed, that is how small she is in the bed. We made this room for when we get a mate, everything is bigger so it will be very comfortable for two huge guys and one extra person. Even our closet was designed to be together, my side is on the right, Ryan's on the left and now Kami's space between the two sides. She also had a dressing table, the vanity with the lights and all. Enough space to keep her stuffs.

It was already late, and the guys entered the room, one after another, attending to the restroom before they all gathered once again in the bedroom. There was an eerie silence and a pause in their activities before I heard one of them climb into bed. Normally, it would be me and one of them, so I began to calculate which one of them would be sharing the bed tonight. Before I could even identify one of them, I noticed the bed shifting from the other side. In shock, I opened my eyes, realizing that both Bellamy and Caspian had taken up the space on either side of me. "Hey, we can't all fit in this bed," I abandoned the act of sleeping and sat up straight. They were muscular men, and I was curv

She whispered. "Agreed to do what," he asked. "Simple, we will… "Wait, like in the movie, you want us to be bedmates," he yelled. She nodded. "Something like that," Louis shook his head and stepped away. His heart seemed to be hurting as he realized her intention. "You want us to be bedmates," he repeated. Andrea smiled at the look on his face. "It's a very good offer, don't you think?" "Relationships shouldn't be based on sex...

"Don't you think it would be more proper to give him a bedroom of his own?" Beth, to the contrary, had been delighted with the accommodations. She knew at once her prick teasing thrills would be just that much easier to attain with Ron sharing their room. "More proper, maybe, but also more potential privacy for Ron and Amy. I can just imagine the late night 'movies' they would watch, or the afternoon 'naps' they would take , if you follow my drift."

Me: You know, you just might be the only person in the universe who takes advantage of their friend's sleeping disorder. Jake: If we can't get rid of it we might as well make it useful. BTW, it won't hurt to add a 'best' to the 'friend'. Me:Gosh, do the cheerleaders know how gay you could be?😂😂. Still not writing tonight, bestfriend, got stuffs on my head. Jake: Cool! Meet me at the house of the dumbest blonde girl in school. She's got the good stuffs and lotta ass too. You won't even have your address on your head when you leave here.

’ Bastet suggested making me blush as I looked through my side of the closet for something appropriate to wear. I should scold her for thinking that way on such a sad occasion, but I’ve thought about it too. Not today, but in general since we picked this suite as our master bedroom. I remember how impossible sex was in the shower and tub combo at the apartment was. But now we have a nice oversized shower with plenty of space for us, and the tub can undoubtedly fit two. ‘See, your mind is thinking about it now too. And I’m all for it.’ Bastet snickered.

I promise! Finally, as you would've guessed, "Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend" is coming to an end soon. Specifically, in August. No worries, the next book in the "Roommates" series will kick off right after, focusing on a different character and her/his future after this phase. If there are any more complaints, comments or general opinions, please comment under this chapter. Till then, please... Sit back and enjoy. Signed, Author.

I see you next to each other, cuddling on your bed every time I go to the bathroom in the early morning. Roommate 2: Yeah! How do you sneak your girlfriend into the room without being seen by the monitors, huh? And she really holds onto you like she's afraid to lose you or something… Roommate 4: WHAT BABE? F**K YOU, DON’T GIVE ME THAT! I DON’T BRING ANY LADIES INTO THIS ROOM AND I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! The three roommates were shocked. One of them even screamed in fright. Roommate 3: F**K YOU TOO! WHO’S THAT BESIDE YOU, EMBRACING YOU SINCE EARLIER WHEN WE STARTED DRINKING?!

That’s why when Sabrina, our lifesaver known as Shelly’s best friend, volunteered to watch the twins for a few hours, I seized the opportunity without hesitation. So here I am, playfully carrying Shelly across the hallway, laughter filling the air as she's slung over my shoulder, her teasing protests falling on my ears. As we approach our favorite sanctuary, affectionately dubbed the “Red Room,” excitement courses through me. This space, secluded and private, has witnessed countless sexual memories and make our connection even stronger. In this room, time seems to pause, and the outside world melts away. It's our sacred corner, where we can forget about nappies and feeding schedules and simp