Crossing The Lines ( Sleeping With My Best Friends) Novels & Stories

When I got to my dorm, I went straight to my bed to lay down.thoughts ran through my mind. “How did I let this happen?” Yeah ….I just had sex with my best friend's brother. And I know she's not gonna take this lightly with me. She had warned me never to get involved with her brother. She always says she loses friendships over him. That anyone who gets in his way ends up out of her life...And I don't want to lose her. I can’t because she's been the very best girl I've ever had …the real one, actually

His presence is everywhere heat, weight, gravity. I shove my pillow closer to his, kick my sheets loose, stretch one foot out into the cool air. And as sleep creeps in, all I can think is this Tomorrow, there’s no pretending we didn’t cross a line tonight. And I don’t know which of us is more afraid of what comes next. His breathing cuts in and out of the dark steady, measured, but wrong. It isn’t slowing the way sleep demands. It’s quickening. Like he’s bracing himself. Like he’s winding up to jump.

“So... bigger than I thought.” I felt him up slowly, getting used to his impressive thick monster and that made him breathe out raggedly. “Juliet,” he growled, his voice a warning. “If we cross this line, we don’t get to go back. Ever.” I stroked him once. Slow. Right from the base to its tip. He twitched in my hand. In the end, the monster between his legs revealed his true intention, even though he tried to hide from it. I chuckled in amusement. “I crossed the damn line a long time ago, Roman.” I stroked him slow again. “Crossed it every time I caught myself literally eye-fucking you.”

Sleeping with my best friend was something that shouldn’t have happened. We made a promise to each other when we were young, but it was long forgotten, at least by him but not by me. I didn’t forget that he was my prince charming. He dated girls, which I didn’t mind because I was still underage. We slept in the same bed until this date, but we have never crossed the line. The problem started when his fiancée failed to appear for their wedding, and I had to play the role of his bride for the day just to save his face. That was the date when everything changed. We had the steamiest night, and he told me it shouldn’t have happened because he was dating my best friend, Candice. That struck me de

‎ ‎Lines they didn’t cross. ‎But almost did. ‎And soon, she realized, almost would no longer be enough. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

She felt it in her bones. Naomi had urged her to leave it alone, to wait for Adrian to come forward. But Amara’s heart ached with a truth she could no longer deny. if she waited for Adrian, she would be waiting forever. He would protect her with silence until there was nothing left between them but walls. And Amara Collins was done living in shadows. Adrian’s phone buzzed on his desk, jolting him from his spiraling thoughts. A message from his head of security lit the screen: Cross spotted leaving a private club in Mayfair. Accompanied by two unknowns. Photos to follow.

My hole kept twitching and clenching around nothing, aching to be filled again. I felt desperate and empty. God, I’m addicted to my best friend’s father’s dick. How did I get here yet I couldn't stop myself as I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering how deep he had buried his tongue in me earlier while stroking my cock. The wet, obscene sounds. The way he would call me his greedy little slut. My hand slipped down toward my aching erection before I caught myself. “No touching,” I whispered to myself, curling my fingers into a fist. Those were Marcus’s orders from the kitchen earlier. ‘No cumming until I say so.’

My voice came out harsher than I meant it to. “Last night was a mistake, a fucking huge mistake. I just crossed a line I swore I’d never cross. I fucked my best friend’s sister. I came inside you like some animal. I can’t do this.” She sat up slowly, the sheet falling to her waist, baring her perfect breasts. Her nipples were still slightly red from my mouth last night. My cock stood at the sight even as my stomach twisted. “We can be together, Caleb,” she whispered urgently. “Daniel doesn't fucking own us.”

Since before I even understood what love meant. And now…I had crossed every line. My fingers pressed tight around the phone. How was I supposed to tell her? "Millie… I slept with your cousin." "Millie… I love him." "Millie… I think I have always loved him. Even before I knew what to call it." Just thinking about saying those words out loud made my stomach turn over. The phone buzzed again. A message. Millie: I'm coming over. My eyes went wide. Oh God.

"He’s my best friend, and I’ve already crossed a line by... by sleeping with you, which was a mistake" I flinched at the way he said it—so clinical, so detached. But I kept my face neutral, unwilling to let him see how much his words stung. "It doesn’t have to be complicated," I said, stepping closer still, trying to make him understand. "No one has to know. It’s just between us, Caden."