Sleep Tight (Best Friend Series Book 3)

by C. M. Steele

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Erin was just trying to look out for me. Telling anyone would risk my true identity. If she told you and you let it slip, then I’d have others trying to reach me. How long would it be before your classmates found out? Then it would be all over Facebook, Twitter within a day. I like my privacy.”

  “I’m sorry. I guess I shouldn’t have gotten so mad at her.” I didn’t like the look of regret in her eyes. It wasn’t her fault that I was a hermit.

  Running my hand along her soft cheek, she turned into my touch like she couldn't resist the urge to prolong our connection. The heat between us had grown hotter every second, then I added, “She means well, but I had a stalker once and she was the one who let it slip about who I was. It wasn’t a good time for me, so she is very protective of my secrecy.”

  “Oh. I feel terrible,” she commented, tucking her chin down toward her chest.

  “Don’t. I just don’t want you to go,” I said, my hands working their way into her ponytail, pulling her face up to mine, tugging on the band and letting her hair fall. “So beautiful.”

  “I really do love your stories, but I promise I won’t say a word,” she replied, trying to fight the tension between us. There was only one reason in my eyes to fight such chemistry. She had to have someone else and I knew who that someone else was.

  “So as a side note, how long have you and the pizza boy been together?”

  “What makes you think we’re together?” she asked, arching her brow. I didn’t know how to answer because even thinking about it pissed me off. Then she gasped, her hand covered her mouth and she shook her head. “I can’t believe she didn’t straighten that out. That’s why you asked if there were two Lynne’s.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t believe she would tell you that.” I could feel her anger rip through her body.

  “She didn’t. My stepmother told me.”

  “I didn’t have sex with Ellis that night. I wasn’t even drinking that night. I wouldn’t have had to use that shower if Erin didn’t vomit on me. Ellis was naked and passed out on the bed.”

  “You two did fuck, after?” I growled.

  “What does it matter to you?” she slung back at me, trying to push me away, but I was much bigger than her.

  “Because I saw the way he was looking at you and the way you were looking at him.”

  “And? We’re friends.”

  “He doesn’t want to be just friends.”

  “Well, that’s not your problem is it? Look, I didn’t mean to intrude and I won’t be having sex with Ellis in your home. I really think it’s best I find Erin and apologize that I have to leave.”

  “What part of I don’t want you to leave do you not get?”

  “I don’t care what you want.”

  “Fine, if you go, take all those little flirts with you,” I snapped. If she wasn’t staying I wanted the others out of my house.

  “Nope, they can fawn all over how handsome you are,” she bit back, but I’d had enough of her lip.

  I grabbed her hair that I pulled out of a ponytail and tilted her head to look up at me as my face leaned down to hers. “I want you,” I uttered before closing the distance. Our lips met and it was more than I had imagined. Immediately, I was hard as fuck. She parted her lips in a gasp and I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue in.

  I moved us back to the bed where I sat with her legs straddling mine. My dick was pressed against her shorts. I could feel her heat against me and I moaned when she arched her back and ground her hips against me. This felt so good, even though I knew it was wrong. I groaned in satisfaction, which brought us back to reality. She pulled away first. Almost jumping off my lap, but I had my arms wrapped tightly around her.

  "I'm not going to let you go unless you promise not to leave."

  "I didn't mean to kiss you."

  "I did. Don't leave."

  "You're not nice, Pearce."

  "No, I'm not," I said, rubbing my cock against her. “Say you’ll stay.”

  “I’ll stay,” she promised. I dropped my mouth back down on hers briefly before letting her off my lap.

  “I have to go see Erin,” she said, fixing her hair.

  “Don’t worry, you look beautiful.”

  “Thanks, Pearce. I’m sorry I got carried away.”

  “Don’t be sorry for that. I’m sorry I have a house full of girls when I want to be alone with you.”

  “Pearce. Don’t. Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen.”

  “No, not going to happen. I won’t forget this and I plan on doing it a lot more.”

  There was a knock on the door. I brushed my thumb across her cheek before opening the door for Erin. “Lynne, please don’t leave.”

  “Why didn’t you tell them the truth about what happened at the last party.”

  “I…I…well. I kind of tried, but I didn’t want my mom to be disappointed in me so I didn’t tell her the whole truth. She didn’t believe me. But what does it matter? You and Ellis are a thing now anyway and you’re eighteen.”

  I was pissed. Replaying our conversation in my head, she neither confirmed nor denied the relationship. Seething, I left the room. Going the other way to avoid the room full of broads, I slammed my office door and began to write. It was the most intense scene, but Ellis’s death was going to be the best scene ever.

  Chapter 4

  I tried to breathe. Erin and I looked at the empty doorway. She seemed confused, but I knew why he stormed out. I didn’t owe him an explanation or anything. He was the one who started kissing me. He was ten times more handsome than the photos online. There weren’t that many and they were from five years ago. He was taller than I expected and, God, the feelings that washed over my skin when he pulled me to him had been overwhelming. Erin had been right, I lost my mind over him. I would dream that we met in a park while he was writing his latest novel and he fell madly in love with me. The chiseled scruff on his face with his chocolate brown eyes made me want to forget about Ellis. We weren’t really dating anyway. Tomorrow was supposed to be our first actual date. Pearce had already canceled it for me before I had any idea that he wanted me.

  He wanted me. I didn’t know how to handle that concept.

  “Ignore him if he was rude. That’s just how he is. He’s really private. I wish I would have told you, but it’s not my secret to tell.”

  “I know. He kind of told me about the stalker and how you were trying to look out for him.”

  “So, you can forgive me?”

  “Yes,” I said. Erin pulled me into a tight squeeze. Then she sniffed me.

  “OMG. Did my brother give you a hug? I can smell his cologne on you.”

  “Yes, he did.”

  “Oh my God!” she squealed. “Oh,” she said drawing out the syllable. Her hand came to her mouth and she looked back at the door.

  “What?” I asked. Did she figure out we kissed?

  “He likes you. He was mad about Ellis, wasn’t he?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Squeeee,” she cheered.

  “I wish I would have introduced you two sooner. He needs a girl and damn, well, he’s fine.”

  “You aren’t upset? You thought I was going to be all stalkerish.”

  “I was just trying to be a bitch. The fact that he likes you…well, fuck. If I was you, I’d talk to him tomorrow. Maybe I’ll take Dexter for a walk by myself,” she said with a wink.

  “How about we just go back to the girls. I’m really hungry.” My mind was moving a million miles a second. Thinking about him wasn’t right while I had a promise to go on a date with Ellis. I had to message him. I walked back into the room and grabbed my bag. Taking out my phone, I sent Ellis a text.

  Ellis, I’m sorry, but I can’t date you.

  Why? He texted right back.

  Because I don’t think it’s a good idea. Sorry.

  K

  I felt bad about it because he wasn’t a bad guy. A foolish teenager, yes. I t
hought he was cute, but I wasn’t interested in dating him before. Now, I really didn’t want to. I wanted to get to know more about Pearce and his grumpy brooding behavior.

  I joined them in the living room. For the next three hours, we spent talking about our plans for the fall. Most of us were going off to a big university. I planned to go to the community college and get my general education requirements before I transferring to a traditional four-year.

  As we talked, I swear I could feel him watching me. I would turn my head around, but I didn’t see him there. I think it was foolish thinking. He was mad at me. We all started to fall asleep one by one. It was only me up and not wanting a mess, I picked up everyone’s paper plates to dump in the trash. I’d been so stressed that I hadn’t changed into my pajamas. I’d do that after I cleaned up. I’d just dumped the mess in the garbage, when I felt his breath on my ear. “I dare you to look back this time.” I shivered with desire. He was really watching me during the party.

  “So you were there?” I asked, breathily.

  “I don’t think I can stay away from you,” he whispered again, this time he slid his hand around my waist, straightening me up and pressing me against his body. I felt the detailed ridge of his cock. I barely let out a little moan, but he heard me.

  “Leave those there. Come with me,” he commanded, stepping back from me. With his hand out and an arched brow, he asked, “Are you coming?”

  “I don’t know if I should.”

  “If it’s about that boy, I might have to kick his freaking ass,” he said.

  “It’s not that. Do you think just because I find you to be a badass literary master that I’m just going to fall into your arms?”

  “No, but I hoped you felt this thing flying between us. It’s intense and it’s got me lost for words.”

  “Really? Writer’s block? Well, then, if that’s the case, I should stay away. I need my Pearce Kraven fix.”

  “Oh, I’ll give you a Pearce Kraven fix. Every single inch of me will be given to you.” This time he grabbed my hand without asking and I followed without resisting. He was right; there was something between us that I didn’t want to miss out on. I knew he wasn’t going to be my forever because that only happened in romance novels and in movies, but we could be together for tonight. He could show me what it was to feel the passion he put into his words.

  He opened the door and it was his office. Not what I expected. “So this is where the masterpieces are written?”

  “Hardly masterpieces, but yes, this is where they’re written.”

  “So, why have you let me into your lair?”

  “Why? Because I want to keep you,” he said with a sinister smile.

  “You don’t have some creepy dungeon like basement, do you?”

  “No, but this is one of the ways to my bedroom.”

  “Really, so women have to pass through here to get to the Pearce’s chambers?” It was crazy that I was jealous. We didn’t know each other or anything, but it wasn’t even that I was jealous over the sex he’d had with other women. It was the fact that they got to see his private place—his sanctuary.

  “No one has been through these rooms but myself.” Before we walked up the stairs to the second floor, he pulled me into his arms and said with conviction, “Mine. All mine.” His mouth came crashing down on mine. Moans came from both of us.

  He quietly led me into his bedroom. There were post-its everywhere. "I see you work in here, too."

  "Yes, I work a lot, but I don't want to talk about that." Some of my hair had fallen out of my ponytail and landed in my face. He reached up and swept it back behind my ear.

  "So perfect."

  Chapter 5

  Now that I had her up here, I wasn't going to let her off easily. Of course, I wouldn't force her, but that didn't mean I wouldn't try to persuade her. She was so pretty. I was attracted to her like no one else before. I never thought I would feel this way about anyone. Not that at twenty-four I was past my prime, but I had lost all the will or need for other people. That one woman fucked up my whole world and forced me into hiding.

  I watched as Lynne looked around at my room. I hoped she didn't think I was too weird. It was messy up here, just like my office. I didn’t mean there were clothes everywhere, but there were notes on the mirror, bottles of water, and some snacks I ate as I wrote. I had one of the basketball rims over my garbage can so I could throw the balled up paper into it. Doing simple things eased the stress of not liking where I was taking my story. I’d change it for her, though. If she wanted to take my blue sheets and put some pink frilly girly shit up, I’d let her. When she mentioned the notes and didn’t sound put off, I felt a lot better.

  "Despite what your stepmother said, I've never done this before. I'm not sure it's going to be any good," she admitted her eyes refusing to meet mine.

  I closed the distance and said something that I meant. "Tonight, we won't go all the way. When I take the gift you offer, I don’t want a soul around."

  She had no clue what she said did to me. I wasn't going to tell her and I hoped to hell that she didn't notice that I was just like her. I'd jerked off enough to know when I was close, but watching porn and gleaning anything from it is full of shit. Those women faked orgasms or were pros at coming on cue.

  Taking hold of her blouse, I lifted it off. She stood there blushing with her hands together, nervously avoiding my gaze. "I'm going to touch you," I warned her. She nodded, breathing labored with anxiety. "I won't hurt you-ever."

  I slowly slinked my hand up from her waist. I loved the feel of her skin, tender and smooth. She had on a pink striped bra that barely covered her nipples. Her breasts were large, more than a handful each. My dick immediately took notice. I tried to remain calm, but the inexperienced boy in me was ready to nut. It was better that there were people here. That way I couldn't take her and make myself look like a premature shooter.

  Her breasts felt soft as I cupped them in my hands. My thumbs rubbed against her nipples through her bra. They pebbled and pushed through the material. Lynne let out a moan, rolling her head back and taking in my touch. I moved in closer, slipping my tongue between her cleavage, licking her softness. I needed more. Pulling her bra down, I sucked one of those large peaks into my mouth. My cock throbbed in my pants. I wanted us to come together, but I doubt that was going to happen. I was so ready to come that it would be any moment. Moving to the other nipple, I bit down just enough to hear her whimper. “Tell me what you want,” I commanded.

  “I want you in me.”

  “I know, babe. But it’s going to have to wait until we’re alone,” I replied, lazily placing kisses on her belly and sliding down her shorts. She had on matching panties with the pink stripes. I bit her pussy through the fabric. Slipping them to the side, I ran my finger against her folds, they were deliciously wet for me. I flattened my tongue and licked her slit. She shook and lost her balance. Not wanting my angel hurt, I said, “Let’s move this the bed, love.” I slid the panties off, and tossed them on the floor.

  Standing up, I led my lady to her bed. She climbed over the covers, looking nervously at me. “Aren’t you going to take off your clothes, too?”

  “I have a scar, Lynne.”

  “So. I’m naked for you,” she replied.

  “Okay, only for you.” I took off my shirt first so she had a chance to see the deep scar on my chest. She sat up her eyes widening. It was long and scary looking. She probably wanted to run. She was perfect.

  “Does it still hurt?” she asked.

  “No, it’s actually kind of numb.”

  “Do you mind if I touch you there?”

  I just shook my head. She reached out and touched the numbed area, and for the first time I felt something in there. A tingling ran through the damaged tissue. I tossed my head back, enjoying her touch. I had to stop her because I was going to come. Pushing her hand away, I slipped off my pants and boxers. My cock bobbed up at her gaze. It was eager for her.

  “Wow,
” she said, blowing out a breath.

  “What?” Suddenly, I felt self-conscious.

  “It’s so…big. Like really freaking big. I’m a little intimidated. I know it should fit in when I’m all wet, but what about my mouth?” she said with a look of abject horror and curiosity on her face.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll have a lifetime to practice,” I replied, biting back a laugh. “Lynne, you are something else. Lay down, my beautiful lady. Tonight, I just want to make you come and hold you.”

  I climbed onto the bed, parted her thighs, and started to run my fingers down her slit. Her pussy was so wet that one finger slipped into her. She moaned and I felt her squeeze around me. Damn, she was so tight, I didn’t know how she was to take me. My hand played softly with her heat, trying to figure out what each little moan or sigh meant. I felt like coming from the sounds of her sweet cries and the sound of her juices on my thrusting finger. Needing more of her pussy, I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked her wetness off. Our eyes locked and she let out a sexy moan. I wanted her then and there. I wanted her pussy, so I went for it. Moving down the bed, I parted her thighs and knelt on the bed. I ran my hands up and down her silky legs. My cock was on the bed pulsing, aching to come. I knew that I would once I heard her cry my name. I began to lick her wet pussy. It was sweet and I couldn’t get enough, so I lifted her hips, bringing my meal to me, and ate her like a starving man. Her legs shook and tensed as I felt my tongue squeezed in her entrance. I tasted her cum just as she cried out, “Pearce.” Her hands slid into my hair and tugged as she rode her orgasm out.

  Just then I felt the first jet of cum shoot from my cock, throbbing and coming. I made a nice wet spot on the bed. It felt so good, and I hadn’t even touched myself. It was better than any time I’d ever stroked it before. Setting her legs down, I leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed my boxers and wiped up my mess on the bed. Coming had done nothing to settle my cock down. He was still long, thick, and going strong.