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

**Teacher’s Dirty Secret** Chapter 28 MISS RAE'S POV I didn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the message again. **You go quiet in class when you’re trying not to squirm, Miss Rae.** **Wonder what else you’re hiding under those skirts.**

Everything seems to happen so slowly, like my brain decided to reduce the pace so that every moment gets ingrained in my head. I watch with my mouth wide open as Ares lifts his tall frame off her body, with no sight of remorse in view. As my best friend, who I have known all my life, cleans her smeared lipstick off with her thumb, she is doing nothing to cover up her boobs on display. "Vivienne," I whisper again, hoping that this is some sort of prank. That my husband and my best friend have really not been sleeping together behind my back. She sighs, resting her back on the couch. Her eyes meet mine, and what stares back at me is so different from what I remember in the hospital room. She w

How did I end up in this grotesque joke of a situation? I slept with my mate’s best friend. I crossed a line that should have been reinforced with steel and silver. And to put the final nail in the coffin of my reputation: I got her pregnant. Just saying the words in my head makes me want to retch. It feels like a bad punchline to a story no one asked to hear.

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 BEST FRIEND'S FATHER - STORY 2 ~Marcus’s POV~ I was already damned, so why pretend otherwise? Last night in the kitchen I had my son’s best friend on his knees, then bent over, tongue-fucking his virgin hole until he shot thick ropes of cum all over the wall while shaking. I loved the fact that I was his first. It was the next afternoon. Ethan had finally crashed hard after gaming until sunrise — snoring like a dead man in his room.