Novel & Cerita Sleeping With Best Friend

Any and every possibility orbited my mind, until I got downstairs… and met one standing across from me. He stood there, compression shirt molded to every ridge of muscle. Shoulders broad, arms thick like coiled power. The fabric stretched taut over his chest, nipples faintly visible through the damp polyester. He flexed a sling bag in one hand, helmet in the other... inspecting the tinted visor with laser focus. And thank God too. Because I couldn't take my eyes off him. What am I doing? He was just in bed with my best friend. The dream surged back. His tongue on my neck, hands cupping my breasts... and I let out a sharp, involuntary squeak.

Maddie replied, "Jim, I'm lonely. I miss him terribly. Sometimes I just want to die and get it over with. Sleeping alone is the toughest of all, and I don't see how I can ever get used to myself alone. Jim smiled as he heard her latest complaint. He too had that problem, one he'd never overcome. He still missed the close body contact and intimate feelings of sleeping with another person. Frequently, he still dreamed of a woman with him - wild, erotic dreams that frequently resulted in nocturnal emissions and involving unrecognizable women who titillated and taunted his erotic fancy. The passing years had not dimmed his erotic fancies. As Jim faced Maddie, he sought to offer her comfort and s

I take another deep breath in, trying to clear the smell from my nose and the sight from the back of my eyelids. My door bursts open and my best friend comes flying at me. At this point I think we should just share a room, with the amount of time he spends with me here. He says nothing, just climbs under the cushiony down blanket and wraps me in his arms, placing my head on his chest. His heartbeat and smell is comforting enough for me to fall back into a dreamless sleep.

My chest aches when I think about not sleeping in Six’s bed. Last night was the first time I had ever really slept with anyone else besides my dead friends and it had been wonderful. His soothing warmth had lulled me right to sleep, his strong lethal arms had made me feel safe and protected from my nightmares, and comforting words had brought such warmth to my heart.

I looked beyond him at where my hand was wrapped around his mother’s hip and then up into her beautiful face, still sleeping soundly. I snorted quietly because Lilith and I had ended up sleeping together last night… with Kaiden right between us. His pillows were thrown to my feet. It turned out to be one of the best nights of my life.

I slept eight hours straight for the first time in three weeks. Maybe it have something to do with my best friend's presence—she's still sleeping and hogging the bed, by the way, that girl—or, it's just that I feel so much lighter after unloading my baggage last night. Poor best friend had to listen to all of that. Maybe that's why she's still asleep. My drama is keeping her tied to the bed. Or, she's just dealing with her food coma.

What if? “That’s because I’m sleeping with our best friend, Lizzy.” “Is that it? Is that all? What else did you tell her?”

I'm just trying to understand but I guess it's in my best interest to just be quiet and let it go. But I can't. "You know, you're the worst company ever. I just want to get my mind off things. I found out my boyfriend and my best friend slept together and he may have even gotten her pregnant at one point, so just do me a favor and talk before I lose my mind."

Travis I left Lyla sleeping after an all night love fest. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. The mate bond was getting even stronger and I couldn't get enough of her. I'd fallen asleep with her in my arms. I always slept the best when she was next to me, touching me.

< Rose > Zion’s room came into full view as I opened my eyes. I rolled slightly away from him, trying not to wake him up. I let out a small gasp of air. It had been real. I had slept with my best friend’s ex boyfriend. Shit. my eyes travelled along the ceiling. There was a large, incomplete painting of a naked woman and her lover. I looked around for my clothes. I remembered we had pulled our tops in the sitting room. I was wearing a denim jean skirt when he carried me into the room.