Taken: His BFF 2 - Steamy BWWM Romance Collection: Ravished by You/Conquered by You/Avenged by You (Forbidden Fruit: Naughty Seduction Adventures Boxed Set) Read online

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  Includes three steamy friends-to-lovers erotic romance shorts:

  1. Ravished by You

  Travis is overworked and underlaid.

  He returns from a military mission with a hunger greater than ever before, and is horrified when, instead of his best friend Joey, Joey’s gorgeous curvy girlfriend, Lisa, shows up at the airport to take him home.

  He has secretly wanted to give it to Lisa hard and without protection for years, and by a twist of fate, he now has a chance to turn all of his filthy fantasies into reality, and he’s about to take it.

  2. Conquered by You

  Sensual Nicole is a dirty rotten tease.

  Military alpha male Michael has finally figured out what his best friend’s hot girl has been up to—flirting with him and messing with his head in various ways he thought were innocent at first, but eventually realizes weren’t—the sexy brown beauty knew exactly what she was doing.

  Now that he’s on to her, he’ll take things a step further and make sure the tease thinks twice before she messes with a red-blooded man like him—and she’ll learn her lesson hard and unprotected!

  3. Avenged by You

  Lonely Bridget would love to get back at her ex somehow—to make him pay for how callously he dumped her. But she’s not a vengeful person, so she simply tries to move on from the sting of rejection and get on with her life.

  Against her better judgment, she decides to attend a party thrown by her ex’s best friend, Scott—a gorgeous, muscular guy she harbored a light attraction for but never thought of pursuing.

  But Scott has other plans for the dejected, no-longer-off-limits beauty, and he is determined to pull her out of the dumps and quench his own burning secret desire for her once and for all.

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  *NB: The story depicted here is intended for mature audiences. It most likely contains coarse language and highly graphic depictions of sex acts meant to titillate and excite the reader. All copulating characters are 18 years or older.

  Copyright © 2015 by Rowena

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover photo by Viorel Sima.

  Eromantica Publications

  First Edition: June 2015

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  DESCRIPTION

  RAVISHED BY YOU

  CONQUERED BY YOU

  AVENGED BY YOU

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  RAVISHED BY YOU

  By

  ROWENA

  FORBIDDEN FRUIT: HIS BFF SERIES

  Cover photo by Wisky.

  Eromantica Publications

  First Edition: February 2015

  SYNOPSIS

  Travis is overworked and underlaid.

  He returns from a military mission with a hunger greater than ever before, and is horrified when, instead of his best friend Joey, Joey’s gorgeous curvy girlfriend, Lisa, shows up at the airport to take him home.

  He has secretly wanted to give it to Lisa hard and without protection for years, and by a twist of fate, he now has a chance to turn all of his filthy fantasies into reality, and he’s about to take it.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  I: TRAVIS

  II: LISA

  III: TRAVIS

  IV: LISA

  V: TRAVIS

  VI: LISA

  I.

  TRAVIS

  I’m losing my fucking mind.

  I’m strung so tight, it’s a wonder I’m not coming against my jeans every few minutes—my dick’s been hard for hours.

  I’ve done everything I can—even rubbed myself off in the restroom on the plane ride back to San Diego, and even though it gave me temporary relief, my dick was hard again in minutes.

  I need to sink it in some pussy, fast, I know it and, believe me, I tried.

  I looked all around the airplane and scanned female faces on my long walk down the aisle to the bathroom, but not one set of feminine eyes on an attractive face linked with mine.

  Of course, I kept my eyes open when I got off the plane in case a pair of eyes found me on my dash to baggage claim, but to be honest, I practically ran through the airport so I could get the fuck out of the crowd of strangers and find some familiar ways to get off.

  I’ve had to do a lot of self-service the past few months being stuck with a bunch of guys on a military mission, blowing shit up and other testosterone-level raising shit you wish girls were around to see so they could smile at you, admiring all these signs of your masculine bad-assery. But us boys just have each other to witness our moments of glory.

  At the end of a successful mission, you feel like you deserve a prize, and the best prize usually comes in the form of lots of pussy.

  I’m always fairly horny when I’m heading home, but I’m hornier now than I’ve ever been on a return trip, and I know my best friend, Joey, will try to help me out.

  He’s picking me up from the airport, and since I’m technically single, I don’t have a particular girl waiting for me, so I figured Joey could take me right to a strip club where I’d at least get to see some naked women and get a fucking lap dance at minimum—I think that’ll calm me down a bit until I sort out who in my ‘little black book’ I can call up—I never know which fuck buddy will be available since I’m gone for months, sometimes close to a year at a time.

  The last time I was here, the girl I was with caught feelings, so she’s probably not a good choice. The time before that, I had a good thing going, but I heard that girl has a real boyfriend now; engaged, in fact.

  I still have a few names to go through, and if none of the usual ones pan out, I figure my friends know people they can set me up with—their girlfriends have friends, sisters, cousins…

  I grab my check-on bag and head outside the airport to wait for Joey, trying my damnedest to get my raging hard-on to go down.

  Shit shit shit shit shit. This can’t possibly be happening!

  It’s not Joey waving me toward a car and greeting me with a bright, welcoming smile—it’s his girlfriend, Lisa.

  Fuck no, man—of all people! Why, oh why would
Joey send this little lamb to the slaughter? This is the worst thing Joey’s ever done to me.

  But, of course, he couldn’t have known that I’d be horny as hell and that I’d feel like attacking anything in a dress. Or a skirt. Or jeans or slacks or whatever. At least, not to this degree.

  And how on earth could he have possibly known that sending his beautiful woman, a girl I have secretly lusted after for years in silent agony, would be the worst choice he could have possibly made?

  I slow my walk as if it would give Lisa time to vanish before my eyes and prove to be some sort of mirage.

  But she’s still there seconds later, only her smile slowly fading as I trudge toward her.

  She has no idea I want to tear her clothes off and grab each of her breasts as I thrust my throbbing cock into her, how much I want to watch her eyes widen in shock as I mercilessly plunge myself in her over and over.

  But I’m no animal—obviously I’ve managed to control myself so far and I’ve made it to this point without scaring the bejeezus out of some unsuspecting woman with my dick pressed against her hips and a filthy proposition on my lips.

  “Surprise!” Lisa says when I’m finally near enough. “Joey sent me in his stead—he had to work at the last minute; they really needed him to fill in when…”

  Her words fade away, and it’s like that airplane pressure is happening again—my ears feel clogged, and my dick manages to get even harder.

  I’m afraid it’s going to explode or at the very least, leave me with a horrible case of blue balls.

  I immediately go to pop the trunk and shove my baggage in.

  Then I plan to hop right in that passenger seat without making contact with her, and she better not try to fucking hug me.

  I slam the trunk closed much harder than I intended, then I try to get around her yapping form to the passenger seat.

  But Lisa puts her hand on my arm in a sort of halting motion, and I have to close my eyes and start counting while actually imagining sheep.

  If she doesn’t move that warm, fucking hand…

  I shake her hand off when I realize it’s still there after I’ve reached a count of five and I keep counting.

  Good thing she’s got the sense not to touch me again.

  “Sorry,” I say, looking around at everything but her once I finally reach number ten. “Um…flashback.”

  I know the lie is good enough to calm her ruffled feathers.

  Hopefully, it doesn’t inspire her to connect her female flesh with mine again because I swear to God…

  “Oh,” she says in a way that lets me know she’s no longer offended by me rudely shaking her off. “I understand. Welcome back, though! We’ve all missed you.”

  “Missed you guys, too,” I mumble, but I’m not sure my words were entirely intelligible.

  Thankfully, the drive begins in silence, and silence continues for a while as I keep my eyes closed and just listen to the sound of the car navigating the road.

  I am also leaning my head against the window, and anyone looking at the two of us would see in my body language how much I want to get away from her, although it is in direct conflict with how much I want to be inside of her.

  All I can do to help us out is move as far away as I can in this small space, physically and mentally. Currently, I am replaying the last pool game I played with her boyfriend in my head.

  I guess it’s eventually too much for her because after a few minutes she says, “What’s wrong, Trav? You seem kind of…cold.”

  Just shut up if you know what’s best for you, girl, I want to say, but I know I can’t talk to her like that—I can only imagine how my harsh words would affect her, and how her hurt would affect me. I’d feel compelled to apologize, to look at her, maybe even squeeze her hand. She makes me feel too goddamned much of everything.

  Why is she insisting on talking to me anyway? Engaging with me? Doesn’t she know the turmoil she puts me through?

  Even the sound of her concerned feminine tones makes my cock rage at me even more.

  She is so deliciously feminine with her delicate brown face and wearing that fucking red tank top with no bra on underneath, and her perfumes and pheromones flying at me…

  Fuck—I do feel like an animal. I feel like I’m losing control.

  “I’m fine—I just need a moment,” I say, not opening my eyes, not moving my head.

  I feel the pressure of her hand on my knee, no doubt meant as a supportive gesture, but I fling it off violently, again without opening my eyes, without moving my head.

  I almost don’t recognize my own voice when it comes in a low growl:

  “If you know what’s best for you, Lisa, you won’t touch me again.”

  She can’t say she hasn’t been warned.

  II.

  LISA

  I’m driving Travis to a friend of his instead of to the apartment my boyfriend, Joey, and I share.

  We had made arrangements for Travis to stay with us a while ago, and even confirmed recently that it was still okay for him to crash with us for the two weeks he’ll be here, but for some reason, Travis changed his mind at the last minute.

  Now I’m glad he did—he’s being such a jerk right now and I don’t know why. We always got along so well before.

  Did I do something to offend him? Did I hurt his feelings in some way the last time he was here and he’s been stewing over it all this time?

  Fine, I won’t touch him again, but I have to know what happened.

  “Travis, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, and I know you said it’s PTSD, but I can’t help but feel like this is personal in some way. Did I do something? Did I offend you at the airport? On your last trip? I mean, we’re always joking around—I can’t imagine you took any of my insults seriously. That’s what we do, isn’t it? Snark works for us.”

  “Jesus, Lisa, just drop it. Look, I’m nearly one hundred per cent sure I’ll be in a better mood tomorrow or the next day, all right? You haven’t done anything—just give me a minute to breathe. Christ.”

  I let out a breath. Fair enough.

  “Okay,” I say.

  We drive the rest of the way in silence.

  When we get to his friend’s place, he hops out of the car so fast, we have no time to say goodbye, and the next thing I know, he’s knocking on the door without even a second glance.

  “Fuck, he’s not home,” I hear him say quietly, and I almost say, “You probably would’ve known that if you hadn’t been so busy being an asshole and actually checked your phone or sent a text—anything a normal fucking person would do,” but that probably wouldn’t have gone over well. Whatever stress he’s under has sucked up his sense of humor and his ability to handle some snark. He is in no mood to be criticized.

  Usually, he likes when I’m not so nice to him—when I make fun of him in small ways, when I playfully belittle him. But he has no time for my shit today—I have a feeling I’d pay, one way or another, for it.

  He seems to be raging somehow, fighting something, and I understand it has nothing to do with me, and I know he said to give him a day but I want to help him if I can, sooner than that.

  “You know you can just stay at our apartment until…”

  He howls in laughter and I am struck silent at the maniacal nature of it.

  He still hasn’t even turned around to look at me.

  I stand there while he cackles like some cartoon villain and wait until he calms down.

  “Listen, I’ll sit here till he gets back—you just run along now, Lisa. I’ll be fine.”

  “At least call or text him, Travis!”

  “My phone’s dead, Lisa.”

  “Well, check under the mat or…or in the soil of that potted plant or something—he probably left a key there. I bet you’ll see a text about it when you recharge your phone.”

  I can tell that last part got through to him and made sense enough that he acted immediately, digging into the soil of the pot in the corner of the porch.

/>   He triumphantly pulls out a key, his face breaking into the first smile I’ve seen from him for the day.

  This rude asshole doesn’t even say thanks, or “see you later” or anything—he goes for the door and opens it, and is about to disappear behind it, still all without even glancing at me, but I am on his heels.

  “I need to use the bathroom,” I say when he looks at me incredulously.

  “Are you sure you can’t hold it, Lisa?”

  His gray eyes almost seem to be looking through me.

  I shake my head. “I don’t want to take the chance. Forty-five-minute drive, you know.”

  I almost added, “And you’re welcome,” but I don’t actually want him to feel bad for not thanking me—I know he’s grateful I took the trip.

  No, but seriously—a thanks would be nice.

  He stands back to let me in and I head to the bathroom.

  But when I get there I feel like my body has tricked me—I don’t have to pee after all, but I feel silly about the whole thing, so I waste a little time checking my hair, my teeth.

  I notice my nipples are poking through my tank and flush with embarrassment. I thought I could get away with a top like this with no bra since my boobs aren’t exactly gigantic, but I still look a little lewd.

  I start looking forward to going home and my boyfriend’s return from work because with all the emotions churning about Travis and me, I find myself a bit turned on, and I guess my nipples are reflecting it.

  I slide my hand down my pants and confirm it, letting out a little moan at the contact of my hand on my newly bare pussy—I got a Brazilian wax a few days ago and it’s been sensitive since.