Peter Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I still lived at home, job-hunting during the day and touching myself at night to the same man who’d haunted my teenage dreams. Troy. Tall, rugged, with that deep voice that made my pussy clench just hearing it. His marriage had ended years ago—something about his wife not being able to keep up with his appetite, or so the rumors went. I hoped it was true. I hoped he was as filthy as I imagined. Last night had been no different. My boyfriend, Peter, had come over while my parents were out. He was sweet, reliable, decent in bed on a good day.

"Exactly! Stephanie, I'm a victim, too. You're not mad at me, are you? You said that after the project was done, you'd finally take me to meet your parents. "Now that the real culprit has been arrested, let's just go home and discuss our engagement with your family!" Listening to Joseph rush to talk about marriage was pure comedy to me. An engagement? He was right about one thing. I had mentioned that once the project closed, I would not only get engaged to him, but also use my own capital to acquire Empire Group and give it to him as an engagement gift. Now, none of that seemed necessary anymore. Joseph stared at me in disbelief. "Why not?"

That only confused Piper more. “She’s just strange like that,” Bethany, the green-haired girl, said with a sigh, eyes still on her phone. “Hard to influence.” “I think I can,” Piper said confidently. She stepped closer and wrapped an arm around Elsa, pulling her in. “Okay, listen. I promise this time will be different. It’s just a mini hangout, with the X boys and the Phantom girls. Let’s go together.” Elsa shook her head immediately. “See? I told you,” Bethany muttered.

Uncle cocks didn’t throb at the thought of their nephews. The way my cock throbbed in my pants wasn’t something uncles did. “Y-Yes. Are you not his uncle?” she asked. I shook my head, glaring toward Jordan. “Not at all.” “Then what are you to him?” she asked. The blender stopped. “I’m his boyfriend,” I said out loud, not caring how it sounded. The urge to claim Jordan was insanely high. Fuck me for going out of my mind. “Holy shit!” two voices exclaimed in unison. They stared like I’d grown an extra head.

He still loves you, and he's sad. Angel lowers his head, and I see he doesn't know what to say. - He still loves you. I see it in the way he looks at you. - We broke up when I came to the US. I hope that's not true. Peter is the best boy I've met in all my years in England. If not for Klaus, he was certainly the one I wanted to share my life with. But I have Klaus and Peter is your mate. If Peter doesn't feel the mate bond, try to conquer his heart like a human.

Loving my boyfriend's best friend was one of the greatest feelings I had always wanted to get rid of. Harry never looked at me the way Shawn did but as a sister and a friend. So I decided to stick to that but every time I look at him, I'm unable to control these strange feelings I have for him. I know it's wrong to have these feelings for him but honestly, he was the first boy I would ever love. Shawn was second. I thought Harry leaving for England will help matters but now he's back and I know the worst is bound to happen.

"You’ve always been too nice, Arabella Leovough." I chuckle and drop my head. When I lift my gaze, Peter is staring at me with a look I’d rather not decipher and I clear my throat, keeping my stare blank as I speak. "And Peter?" He responds with a hum and I continue. "Don’t do that to any other girl. Until you’ve gotten better or found one who’s willing to embrace that side of you. Don’t do what you did with me." "I won’t. Thank you, Arabella." He mumbles, and I nod. Peter looks around me before his gaze falls on me again. "Where’s your boyfriend? I don’t see him around."

I finally snapped, the frustration bubbling over. Peter rolled his eyes, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “I saw your precious boyfriend storm out of the house. And he was looking at me like I had just run over his mom. Like he couldn’t wait to… I don’t know… disembowel me or something.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” I muttered, the words barely audible. Peter raised an eyebrow. “But you slept with him, didn’t you?”

“Hi.” “Casual Monday?” His eyes dropped to my knees poking through the artfully shredded denim. “Something like that.” “Looks good on you.” And there it was – that shameless grin that had somehow convinced me to stage my own personal peep show less than twenty-four hours ago. The same grin that was making my brain do unauthorized backflips right now. Control yourself, Al. Next to me, Peter straightened like someone had shoved a poker up his spine. “Hi, I’m Peter. Allie’s boyfriend?” The second half pitched upward like he was asking permission or seeking confirmation from the universe.

He knows this part of my personality. I always had him with me. He was my longtime boyfriend. I'm a sociable and active person since college and Peter has always been quite popular and is still pretty handsome, we even became a beloved couple at college time, winning prom King and prom Queen crowns for freshmen. I remember seeing people admiring us anytime we were together. It was like our love was the typical relationship everyone could ever wish for. And it still has been this way since our long marriage. Peter is the person who loved me more in my entire life. I think so.