Sleeping With Best Friend Novels & Stories

“I love you.” “I love you too. Now go to sleep. You have a community center to run.” I laughed—the first real laugh in days. “Goodnight, Ethan.” “Goodnight, Mia.” That night, I dreamed about Ava. We were back in her childhood bedroom, sitting on the floor, painting our nails. She was laughing at something I’d said, her head thrown back, her eyes bright. “I miss you,” I said. “I know.” “Do you think we’ll ever be friends again?”

"I had also seen your posts with Cody. Haven't you outgrown him yet?" I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, and headed for my bedroom. "It’s a best-friends-for-life thing, mother. I could never outgrow him." "Don’t tell me you two are already having sex?" I grimaced instantly. "Ew, gross, why would you even think that?" "Come on, you are both adults. Everyone knows males and females can't stay that intertwined forever. Either you like him, he likes you, or — worst of all — you are copulating."

she teased, clearly enjoying herself. Her words hit me like ice water, and I shot upright in bed. My heart skipped. Maddie… if only you knew. A hot guy did keep me up all night, your brother. Unless… God, what if that had only been another one of my dirty fantasies about him? But I did not have to question it for long. A solid, warm arm, tattoo and all, was resting heavy across my waist. My stomach twisted into knots. Oh no. This was not a dream. It was real. I had actually slept with my best friend’s brother. That officially made me the worst best friend on the planet.

It was important for us to attempt to get some rest and then face the rest of the day tomorrow. “Do I have to sleep in the tub again?” I asked, lips forming a pout. Jesse snorted. “No, we made sure the couch is a pull-out sofa this time, so you’ll have it all to yourself.” “A shame that no one wants to cuddle with me.” I didn’t mind cuddling with my friends. The four of us were best friends and in the same pack! Why wouldn’t I want to cuddle with them? Lia was the only one I cuddled with who made me feel those stirrings in my lower body.

Feeling she had been lying in the same position long enough to follow the rule of staying still to help his sperm reach her egg, Sierra slowly moved to the edge of the bed and let her legs dangle. “I’m about to go to the bathroom. Can you give me some privacy?” “Of course. Call me if you need anything.” Sierra didn’t respond. Of course, she wouldn’t call him in the middle of the night like this. And she never should have called him in the first place, never should have let her best friend’s husband into her room to sleep with her. The sound of the door closing told Sierra that he had left to sleep in his wife’s room. Damn. It hurt.

It does not take any time for me to fall asleep. I think I might have been out before my head hit the pillow, but for the first time in a really long time, I had no dreams. Zero. I always slept better when I was with the guys and now I know it’s because more than half of them were my mates. But, this is different. I am aware that I’m asleep and not dreaming, but I don’t seem able to wake myself up or move. I wonder if I am recovering? Do mates normally have s*x for hours and hours on end when they first mate? I guess if Xander and Oscar are any indicator, they could barely keep their hands off each other. When they finally found Mina, they stopped pretending all together.

“I always sleep better when I sleep next to you.” Knox says when I open my eyes. He refused to go sleep in his own bed last night. I begged him to leave but he told me that he wants to sleep in my bed. So I let him, I got tired of arguing. We fell asleep around 3am and I had the best sleep ever. I made sure to keep to my side of the bed and not move any closer to him. Luckily this bed is huge, so I didn’t have any issues there.

He says firmly. "You, sleep here with me... Like a friend... I promise I won't do anything with you.... you trust me..... right??" He asks me hesitating I keep silent for a few seconds but agree because I feel so safe whenever he's around me... He's my best friend who always makes me comfortable. He giggles getting my positive response, he drags me to his bed... I don't know what to do and he notices my nervousness. " Just lay down

“On my eighteenth birthday… I felt the mate bond.” Her chest tightened again at the memory. “The pull was so strong. I didn’t even question it. I just followed it.” She closed her eyes briefly. “And it led me to his room.” Silence. Xander didn’t need her to say the rest. But she did anyway. “I found them together.” Her voice dropped. Barely above a whisper. “Not by accident. Not a mistake.” Her fingers curled slightly. “They weren’t surprised to see each other. They weren’t confused.”

Just like I said, Elaine breathed out those words. "Fine," I withdrew, accepting defeat. "But we're not best friends every time we are in that room, right?" I pouted toward the door across from us. "... Because there is no way a man and woman, even if they're best friends, would sleep together on one mattress." "Shut up, Dylan," Elaine poked her face. "Better take a bath before you sleep in that room because I hate sleeping with my gay best friend, full of sweat." Later that night, Elaine and I found ourselves entirely naked, kissing each other's lips. caressing each other's skins, and whispering our soft moans.