Sleeping With My Best Friend Novels & Stories

It was lunch hour and they were loitering about on the grounds. “What?” “You know, people have been giving me, giving ‘us’... weird looks these days. And even saying weird stuff. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Now I get it. People think that we’re... like you said, having something going on.” “So, is there?” “Hell, no! What’s wrong with you? We’re together for a reason, to get stuff done and not to pucker around.” “It’s all because of that song,” Vaidehi informed.

“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.

Well, I didn’t care. “Must you always bring up Daniella in our discussion? What’s wrong with you?” He asked, stretched his hand and took mine in his. “I miss the old Heidi. I miss my best friend.” I looked at him and a smile touched the corner of my lips. “I equally miss my best friend too. You know, I’d never thought that some girl could come between us.” “Heidi, Daniella is my girlfriend, and you are my best friend.” Lucas replied.

or the most dangerous addiction I've ever had. I want her the way a drowning man wants air—desperate, selfish, willing to claw through anything that stands in the way. Last night made it clear. Letting her go isn't an option. So I give in. I press my face into her hair and breathe. My hand cups her hip and slides lower, my thumb grazing the smooth skin where her shirt's ridden up. The little moan she makes in her sleep nearly undoes me. For a beat, the ghosts fall into the corner of my head and I let myself pretend they're gone.

Even if I did not have one, there was no way I could be with my stepbrother, Boris. The mention of Boris reminded me of my mother's wedding night with my stepfather, Titus Wagner. I had been sleeping in my room then. At night, a man slipped into my bed while no one was paying attention. Feeling the figure of about 200 pounds press down on me, I woke up right away and struggled underneath his heavy body. His smelly, sweaty hand covered my mouth while his other hand groped me beneath the covers as he tried to take off my clothes.

I wish I could scream how good it feels, how he owns me right now, how no one else has ever made me come like this. But the secret makes it hotter. The more I think about her sleeping next door, the tighter I clench around him. He groans louder—feels it. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard. You love this, don’t you? Fucking your best friend’s man behind her back.” I can’t speak. Just moan into the pillow—high, desperate, broken. My nails dig into the sheets. He reaches around, finds my clit, rubs fast, rough circles.

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

Was this what people meant by a heartbreak? I hadn’t seen it coming. No, I had never imagined it. On the bed I had put in place for Layla so she could have a sound sleep all alone, Jeffrey, my so-called best friend was lying there with her. They were covered in a blanket, with her head on his chest and his arms around her.

How had I not seen it before, Kai was my best friend, but that didn’t mean that he was my mate. Best friends should be honest and truthful, no matter how hard it is. That is what best friends do, they tell each other the truth, always. Wiping away the tears as they now spilled over the rims of my eyes, I slowly made my way over towards my bed as I picked up Beau’s shirt and brought it up to my face. I held it tightly as I laid down against my pillow, ‘I love you,’ I breathed as I finally closed my eyes. I hadn’t realized just how exhausted I was until that moment, my body relaxed against his shirt as I finally succumbed to sleep.

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.