Slept With My Best Friend Novels & Stories

We fell asleep together, holding one another. It was the best night sleep I had in years.

I announced, getting to my feet and gently pushing him down to lie on the bed. " I don't feel like taking a nap," he protested feebly. " You know you always feel better after a nap," I told him stooping to take off his shoes, before getting to my feet and pulling the bed clothes up to his chin. " Just close your eyes and let sleep do the rest of the job," I urged before going across the room to plug my little ray of sunshine from his crib and hug him to myself as I mourned the death of my friend.

And I missed dad. It was around that time that the disastrous I-am-not-drooling-over-Liam’s-abs episode happened, and that I met Susie behind the benches in floods of tears. After a couple of weeks of pink PJ’s sleepovers, sleepless nights watching movies or series on N*****x, subscribing together to the same cooking YouTube channels, and sharing our happiest and worst heartbreaking moments, I felt like I started getting back in trail. And felt, also, that I got a best friend. Susie was family to me, and I would never be thankful enough for having her in my life.

He infiltrated my thoughts like a virus, and now I'm feverish and constantly daydreaming about the hot, sexy bastard. "Daria?" Brooklyn tilts her head, giving me a troubled smile. "Are you alright?" I shake my head, close to angry tears. "No, that idiot became a star and forgot all about me meanwhile I'm here, suffering." Brooklyn sighs, looking as if she can feel my pain through gazing into the depth of my eyes. She is my best friend, but I haven't told her that I barely sleep at night, too busy remembering the evenings I spent at Killian's place to close my eyes.

"And you know it." She met his eyes. Saw something there she couldn't quite name. Concern, yes. But something else underneath it. Something that made her remember the way he'd held her in the dark. She would kick him if he brought up them sleeping together in front of Dom. Shit, they were best friends. She really hoped he didn't kiss and tell with his best friend. Not kiss Dom, but tell him about their kissing and a hell of a lot more. "I need to get back to work," she said.

Graham always believed I was too independent, that I didn't love him enough. So when my best friend cried and said, "I need you," he chose her. Even when someone shattered my right hand in a parking lot and I called him twice for help, he never answered. I spent the next three years away from Chicago, changed all my contact information, and left him in the past. When we met again, he stood in the ER hallway, his eyes reddening as he watched my right hand hold a needle holder steady once more. But he understood far too late. It wasn't that I didn't need love. I just no longer needed someone who took my strength for granted.

"Of course, I kept you safe, I care a lot about my partners. And after the night we had, you deserve a breakfast treat." He was talking like we really slept together. It would be a huge blunder if it really happened. My best friend was getting married to my Ex and then I slept with her Ex. Though they dated for only a month or two and he was one of the many Exes of Sarah. I tried to calm down and remember how it felt like when I slept with Harry. I was not feeling anything like that but the mild pains of my body was telling me something else happened with me. "We did not have a hot night as you are implying, Alex. Stop lying."

“Listen, Evelyn. I would not bring this up if I did not think it was going to be a good opportunity. It is just like you said. You still have two months left until you have to go to San Francisco, and in the time you are here, unless you agree to let me help you out, you will have to get a job and this is the best offer right now. “Besides, Cassian knows you and he would trust you to take care of his kid, so, that makes the process for getting the job easier than any other you could try for.” I sighed as I thought about the man. Cassian James. Cassian was my brother’s best friend. They had been best friends nearly all their lives, ever since they could talk. Everett grew up with him. While t

I found myself missing my best friend. On rare occasions when we had our period together we stayed in bed and took care of each other, munching on unhealthy amounts of chips and chocolates. Pulling the covers of my bed back I slid into the bed and took out the painkillers which I took and then got some chocolates. As I lay in bed trying to pay attention to the book Andre had given me I found my mind going back to him. My stupid mind kept replaying the way he lifted me in his arms so easily.

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.”