Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend (Book 1)

Sky's P.O.V.

It's late at night, and I'm in the middle of fucking a girl from behind. The girl's hands are tied to the bedposts, and her moans fill the room as I give her deep and hard thrusts, squeezing her buttocks.

"Oh... God..." she begs, "Can I come, Sky, please..."

"Not yet..." I deny it, and the sound of my hand contacting her buttocks echoes in the room.

As I continue to fuck her, my damn phone rings constantly, annoying me.

Who the fuck is calling me at this time of night?

Frustrated, I reach over to cut the call, but then I see the name on the screen. Zoe.

The only person I can't ignore, no matter what I'm doing. She's been my best friend since school. Our connection was instant from the moment we met, and it only grew stronger as time went on. We know each other's deepest secrets and almost everything about each other.

But I don't know how she always gets into so much trouble, especially when I'm not around. That's why I call her 'Trouble.'

I'm damn sure she must be in some trouble again; that's why she's calling me at this hour.

Zoe! Zoe! When will you stop getting into trouble?

"Don't tell me you're in trouble again." With a groan, I pick up the call without stopping, pounding into the woman beneath me, all at my mercy. I derive pleasure from dominating girls in bed. Whether they're from college or the office, they're all willing to do anything to sleep with me.

"Sky, my car stopped working in the middle of the forest. Will-" she begins, but abruptly stops as she hears my groans and probably realises what's happening.

I knew she must be in trouble. I know her very well. But what is she doing in the forest?

"What the fuck are you doing there at midnight, Trouble?" I snap, finally pulling out of the girl, who whimpers, sexually frustrated.

Zoe explains, "Selena and I went to a party in the forest. She had to leave for an emergency, and now I'm stuck here. My car just stopped in the middle of nowhere."

Damn! I don't understand how she always ends up in these situations.

"Send me your location. I'm coming to get you." I control the urge to scold her and reassure her because I can sense she's scared by her voice.

But she'll have to bear my lecture when I get there.

"Stay inside your car and lock the doors," I instruct her before hanging up and untying the wrists of the naked girl.

"Get out. We're done here," I command, standing up. She stares at me with wide eyes, shocked and frustrated.

She opens her mouth to protest, but a single look from me shuts her up. She hurriedly gathers her clothes and leaves, slamming the door as I put on mine.

Zoe texts me her location, and I grab my keys and head out.

On my