Craving My Brother's Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her gaze softened as she perched beside me on the bed. “Come on, tell me what’s going on. I feel like I’m missing something,” she said quietly. I stared down at my fingers. “There’s so much you’re not telling me,” she continued, her voice soft and almost pleading. “I feel like I’m losing my best friend.” My vision blurred. I blinked once, then twice. Were those tears? What could I possibly tell her? How I’d slept with her brother? Let him fuck me with his fingers? How his girlfriend had insulted me because he told her I was an orphan? How I was struggling to write because he was, somehow, my muse?

She asks me and I laugh out loud, remembering Parker’s face. “Well, my brother has a best friend that is a kind of an asshole, and he was between two best friends, he is completely crazy about one, her name is Carly, the girl is beautiful, you know like, girl next door kind of beautiful, innocent,” I say and Tatum nods avoiding my eyes and I can see a hint of jealously on her face. I can’t help but smirk before I continue.

“Because I don’t do gentle. I’m going to destroy this pussy. Stretch it wide open and fill you with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” I stared at that monstrous cock. I’d craved it from the very first moment I saw him — that bully stepbrother with the arrogant smirk and the body built for sin. The craving had only grown worse, turning into an obsession after I walked in on him pounding Mark’s ass. That huge dick, slick with cum, had haunted my every waking thought.

SYDNEY I had a strange craving for ice cream. Not any ice cream. Mint with dark chocolate chips. It was my brother's favorite and I personally hated the taste. But now, I craved it as if my life depended on it. I thought I could hold in the craving. It was what I usually did when I craved things during that time of the month, but this was so much worse. This was persistent and so difficult to ignore. I sat back in my leather office chair, running a hand over my stomach, "I can already tell you're going to be demanding," I murmured, smiling down.

I have three step brothers and I want all of them to fuck me! It’s bad, I know. Dirty and shameful. But what can I say? My brothers could melt chocolate on their tightly muscled abs and I’d developed a raging sweet tooth. Older than me by a handful of years, they’d been playing center stage in my deepest, darkest fantasies since the moment I realized I could spark off something amazing by fingering myself beneath the covers at night.

Like I hadn't just been kissed breathlessly by the one man I knew I shouldn’t want. By the time we got home, I was a mess. My head was filled with thoughts I didn’t want, fantasies I couldn’t shake. And anger. Anger at him for starting something and walking away. But why am I hurting when he walked out on me? And why am I suddenly craving for my best friend's daddy this much?

I said to him proudly as he laughed loudly. “Wow, you are so fucking bored now. I can't imagine you talked to me that way after everything. I thought we were going to be together. I thought you would follow me. You don't know who you are picking over me. You actually think my brother Cyprus is going to treat you right? He wouldn't. He hasn't gotten what he wanted. Just like I had not gotten what I wanted that night. We are brothers. We have the same character. Come with me now, and let this all end,” he said so proudly.

Anabel asked and the curiosity in her eyes says she's not going to back down unless I say something. At this point, I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to scream out ‘He's your brother and I'm in love with him.’ But I couldn't, because if I told her, I'd lose her. And I couldn't lose my best friend and as selfish as it is I also don’t want to lose Ethan. He's kind, and charming, and he makes me feel alive. "He’s a young CEO who runs his own investment firm and he's kind and patient. But I'm still figuring things out with him," I eventually said with a forced smile.

How warm she is pressed up against me. I look down at her, attempting to tell her I’m fine. Her warmth pressing into me definitely isn’t helping my head, it is helping the wrong head. And it ain’t helping that her cleavage is directly in the line of vision when I lower my head, my gaze lingers on her breasts. I felt like such a sleaze for being unable to look away, but I can't seem to help myself. "Thanks," I say, clearly my throat feels parched. I finally find my footing, trying to not pay attention to how pathetic I know I sounded.

There are consequences. I should have known nothing in my life is ever simple. My brother is going to kill his best friend and I have nine months to figure out what I want. Find out more here Need Book 1 Co-written with N. Isabelle Blanco I was Kira’s from the first moment I saw her. Maybe it was love at first sight, but I was only ten. She became my best friend. My crush. The girl I can’t live without. But I have to. She was almost mine, but my father took away my chance.