Sleeping With Best Friend Novels & Stories

“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.

With that, I looped my arm around Gerald's waist and Trevor halted his steps instantly. Surprise flared in Gerald's eyes as I placed my legs between his thighs and leaned against him, silently willing him to go out for a long pass. "Now that it has gotten to this point, I don't have to hide the fact that I'm also sleeping with my best friend. Now, let's get the rejection over and done with!" Claudia let out a peal of unhinged laughter. "You're sleeping with your janitor best friend? How low can you stoop, Beth?"

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.

I couldn’t mess up our friendship more than we already had, putting ourselves in the situation we had. Suppress it. I told myself. You don’t really feel that way towards him. There was no way I was going to fight against sharing a bed with Everett; it was rare to win against Everett, and I could convince him if I wanted to, but I wouldn’t. The few times we had slept next to one another had been the best sleeps I’d ever had. As we finally got ready for bed and drifted off into our slumber, somehow, it came as no shock that during that night, whilst we shared a bed, I slept soundly and effortlessly.

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

She stood slowly. Her eyes were still fixed on the card. “Chloe” Her voice dropped. “Do you even know who this man is?” I frowned. “What do you mean?” She turned the card around and showed me the name again. “Sebastian Whitmore!” My chest tightened. “Yeah,” I said that’s his name.” She looked up at me slowly. “Chloe!” “You didn’t just sleep with some VIP tonight.” A long pause filled the room. Then she said quietly, “You slept with Sebastian Whitmore.”

A low groan tore from his throat as he came, his cum spraying across the curve of my ass and pooling onto the sheets beneath us. His forehead rested against the back of my neck as our ragged breaths echoed in the room. The scent of our spent arousal was suffocatingly thick, and my wolf purred in absolute contentment. Slowly, he shifted, rolling off me and leaving me trembling on the mattress. I blinked through the haze of the best birthday gift I’d ever received, my heart hammering against my ribs as reality slowly bled back in. “Now,” his voice cut through the quiet, already regaining its lethal, calm edge. “Let’s go talk about your friend.”

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.