Sleeping With My Best Friend Novels & Stories

"You've been through something terrible and you're trying to make sense of it by creating patterns where there aren't any, by turning normal conversations into conspiracies." "But—" "I love you," she said and squeezed my hands. "You're my best friend and it's killing me to watch you torture yourself like this, to see you spiraling into this dark place where you can't trust anyone or anything." Tears started running down my face because what if she was right, what if I really was losing my mind, what if grief had broken me so completely that I couldn't tell what was real anymore. "I don't know what's real," I whispered.

“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.”

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.”

******* A few hours later It was around 3:00 am in the morning. Elena's snoring becomes louder as she laid on my chest. I haven't slept since we had our 'rough' night. Our meeting judged who was hotter between us both. I remember when we both argue about that but I'll keep the truth to myself.

I had to make sure my heart wouldn't break, so I stood taller, arching my back, willing the fear which grasped my heart tightly back down. "Adam, I guess I believe you. But I wish it were easier for me to see that you were truly real. I mean, come on, don't you know that I have been having these weird hallucinations?" I said while shrugging my shoulders, not ready to reveal what was laid upon my heart. Yet, Adam, my best friend from childhood, who's still married for Moon Goddess' sake, had this way about him that helps break down my walls. Which is something I had yearned for, for a long time. And now, being with him, which I know is forbidden, is something I desperately need.

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.

I don’t let it cloud my mind for too long. Once our breaths finally even out. Jake’s arms find their way around me and we cuddle while still naked, sweaty, and sticky but it’s the last thing on my mind. I lay my head on his bare chest and we both end up falling asleep after having the best sex of my life. Suddenly my eyes shoot open and the first thing that comes to mind is what the hell did I just do. I just slept with my best friend's twin brother.

And… "Lauretta?" My voice was so low and weak. She grabbed the cloth to cover her nakedness, then she sat up straight. Her eyes were glued to the bed, obviously because she was too embarrassed to look at me. This couldn't be. This wasn't possible. Just not. How could my husband be sleeping with my best friend? What was this? A nightmare? If this was a dream, I definitely wanted to wake up really soon. And if this was real life, I just wanted to sleep, and never wake up.

I wrestled with the guilt, and more often than not it won. I continued to spend time with him anyway – time that we would not have shared had we been just friends. Our relationship danced along that fine line between best friends and lovers, stepping across the border every time he held my hand or kissed my forehead. I think sharing the bed and falling asleep together every night was the worst – or best – thing that we did.

But instead of over hearing a conversation about payment for the approved venue or even arguments about the flowers we chose, I heard loud moans! I kick the door open, expecting to see Nicholas in bed with the event planner but what I saw broke my heart into pieces. I watch in tears just as my bestfriend and my fiancé jumped up from the bed. They were naked, sweating profusely from long sex. My mouth dropped open as I stared at them in disbelief. “ Nicholas?! Lauryn?!” I screamed in horror. This isn’t a dream! This is reality; my reality. The man I am supposed to walk down the aisle is sleeping with my bestfriend.