by Rowena
Table of Contents
DESCRIPTION
CAPTURED BY YOU
POSSESSED BY YOU
CLAIMED BY YOU
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I: JAKE
II: GINA
III: JAKE
IV: GINA
V: JAKE
I: BRANDON
II: LOLA
III: BRANDON
IV: LOLA
I: JANINE
II: JOSH
III: JANINE
IV: JOSH
DESCRIPTION
Includes three steamy best-friends-to-lovers erotic romance shorts:
1.Captured by You
No man has been able to capture young, ebony hottie Gina’s imagination the way her hunky, blue-eyed military best friend, Jake, has.
Jake has had no chance to lock down a long-term relationship himself, but he’s had plenty of time to think about his beautiful brown-skinned buddy and what he wants to do to her while he’s away at war.
They both think the other sees them as nothing more than a friend, but this time, as Jake heads home from deployment, he plans to show Gina not only how much he has missed her, but how much more than a friend she’s about to become once he gives it to her hard and without protection.
2.Possessed by You
Brandon can’t take it anymore.
His sexy, longtime friend, Lola, needs to crash at his place for a while, and he’s not sure how he’ll handle his secret desire for her.
He wants to take advantage of the situation, but he’s not sure where to start.
Soon, his dilemma is taken care of for him by a sleep disorder, and Lola finds herself at the mercy of her old friend’s lust, and actually longing for the moment he finally takes her hard and raw.
3.Claimed by You
Curvy, untouched Janine thinks she’s ready for the next important step in her womanhood, so she’s on the lookout for a strong alpha male to give her innocence to.
Her best friend, Josh, lives a few houses away, and when she pops by to visit him, she runs into a hot, muscular guy leaving his place, and she thinks he’s the one.
She asks Josh to hook her up with the hunky stranger and Josh agrees, but he suddenly realizes that he should be the one to get the voluptuous brown beauty’s gift, and he’ll make sure he gets to stuff his sexy best friend hard and without protection.
18+ only*
*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.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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CAPTURED BY YOU
POSSESSED BY YOU
CLAIMED BY YOU
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CAPTURED BY YOU
By
ROWENA
TIED TO HIM: MY BFF SERIES
Cover photo by Forgiss.
Eromantica Publications
First Edition: December 2014
SYNOPSIS
No man has been able to capture young, ebony hottie Gina’s imagination the way her hunky, blue-eyed military best friend, Jake, has.
Jake has had no chance to lock down a long-term relationship himself, but he’s had plenty of time to think about his beautiful brown-skinned buddy and what he wants to do to her while he’s away at war.
They both think the other sees them as nothing more than a friend, but this time, as Jake heads home from deployment, he plans to show Gina not only how much he has missed her, but how much more than a friend she’s about to become once he gives it to her hard and without protection.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
I: JAKE
II: GINA
III: JAKE
IV: GINA
V: JAKE
I.
JAKE
I spot Gina before she spots me, even though I’m the most conspicuous one of the two of us in my military uniform and with my pale skin and light blue eyes among the diverse airport crowd.
Gina blends in more with the multicolored mass of people and is sort of the opposite of me: dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin.
I’m a head above the crowd at six feet two which probably helps my vantage point, while Gina’s a mere five feet four, but I’ve also been looking for her long before she was able to be seen.
To be honest, I’d know Gina’s form and that pretty brown face of hers anywhere, and while I know that as soon as her eyes turn my way she’ll register me immediately too, it’s like she’s a magnet to me; I knew where she’d be standing long before I actually spotted her.
The joy on her face when she sees me a mere few seconds after I spot her (although it feels longer), warms me throughout; the sight of her smile always does.
We hurry to each other and I put down my duffel bag to prepare for grabbing her in a hug, anticipating the moment she reaches me and throws her warm, slender body against mine.
I love moments like this, when I get to hold her this tight for this long and she doesn’t suspect a thing, but why would she suspect I’m getting more out of our hug than the usual friendly human touch after making it home from a war zone?
I bet she has no clue how much I enjoy the feel of her soft breasts against my chest, my arms around her slim, shapely form, and the reminder of her narrow waistline.
I love that I can rest my head on top of hers and get a whiff of whatever shampoo or hair oil she used last—all the familiar sounds, smells, and feel of her.
While I’m grateful and happy to see this old friend of mine again, I have something else besides catching up in store for her.
I gently kiss her cheek.
As I start to feel myself grow hard, I pull away from her. I’m not sure if she noticed the change.
Her face indicates she hasn’t; in fact, I can practically see her transformation to a familiar personality as she begins to get all buddy-buddy and reintroduce our way of interac
ting with a tasteless joke.
“Still couldn’t manage to tan, huh?” she says with that disarming, radiant smile of hers, and I force out a slight chuckle in response.
Once in a while she finds some way to make fun of my pasty skin, and I sort of want to make her pay for that too, since I can’t quite make fun of her the same way without risking her getting offended.
Instead, I just take it and I poke at her in other ways, carrying on our friendship as if the thought of fucking her has never occurred to me.
But it sure as hell has.
I’ve wanted to strip her naked for a while—to take her body in in all of its nude glory and see what her tits look like under those plain-ass T-shirts she wears around me in our casual, platonic comfort. I want to get an eyeful of her slit before pushing myself inside of her, feel her slick walls against me as I pound her flesh, owning her body at last.
I’m sure she still feels completely safe around me, but she shouldn’t.
I have a burning desire to show her how unsafe she is. Scare her a little. To see her eyes widen a bit in fear as she realizes she is entirely at my mercy.
I would never hurt her—not in any way that would actually bring her pain—but I want to remind her that she’s a woman, and I’m a man, and there are certain things that women and men do together.
I don’t want her to continue to take my mercy on her for granted, and, to be honest, I’m in a game-playing mood—I’m down for a little cat and mouse.
Besides, my cock throbs at the thought of her more frequently than before and I have pretty much lost my patience.
She’d probably run screaming in the opposite direction if she knew what I was thinking, and the thought of that makes me smile more.
She has never looked at me that way, although I’ve seen her eyes appreciate my physique.
She’s still sort of safe for now—I have a lot of horror to purge from my brain, and although I know I’ll never get rid of it all, it’ll be a few days before I can clear the fog and act fairly normal again.
“Dude, you know I’m here, just call me when you’re ready. We’ll do sushi or something—go for drinks, karaoke, whatever. Just give me a shout when you’re ready,” she says as she pulls up to my condo. About twenty minutes have passed since we left the airport.
Where the hell does she think she’s going? Why is she taking off?
“I know you have to shower and purge etc.,” she says as if she has read my mind.
She’s right of course, and there’s no reason for me to get offended or take her leaving right away personally, but I would have liked a little more time with her before she took off for home—I don’t like when she denies me anything, especially her time.
Does she have no idea how much she keeps me grounded, sane?
Does she have no clue how much I need her at this part of my transition?
How can she leave me when I need her most?
Thinking about coming back to her gets me through my deployment, and once back, thinking about ways to monopolize her time keeps me going.
I remind myself that, just as she said, whenever I call her to me she’ll come, and that could easily be later tonight.
Though she is taking off now, I know I’ll see her again really soon, and I look forward to it with more than my usual enthusiasm.
I have a big surprise for her, and if I make it back from my next deployment (whenever that comes), she won’t greet me at the airport alone.
But everything in due time.
I will find my way inside of her soon enough, and she has no idea what’s coming.
I don’t know how or when, but before I leave this place again, Gina will be mine.
II.
GINA
When Jake asked me to get him from the airport, how could I say no? We’ve been good friends since high school, and even though an airport run isn’t exactly convenient, it doesn’t matter when you’re doing it for a friend like Jake.
He probably asked me because I have such a flexible schedule too—with him flying here on a Wednesday, I’m guessing most other people he knows have to go to work and save a day off for something more urgent. Besides, airport pickups are so tricky—it could take fifteen minutes, or it could take an hour—not exactly something you want to bet your lunch time on.
Luckily I have a job where I pretty much choose my hours, so I’m pretty much available anytime—I would hate to think of Jake having to sort out such a simple luxury by himself after all he must have gone through abroad.
How could he not want to be welcomed back into the country by a familiar face and be able to just relax in the passenger’s seat on the way to a home he hasn’t seen in over a year?
I like my part in easing him back into regular society—I get to greet him pretty much as soon as he arrives and eventually catch him up on what’s been going on in his absence.
I don’t want to hear about what he’s had to do abroad unless he wants to share, which he usually doesn’t—he takes the time we spend together to temporarily forget.
Catching him up usually doesn’t take very long, and once that’s done, we still have more we can do: besides knowing each other since junior high, we have a lot of things in common, so we can actually hang out and have fun together like any set of regular, platonic friends.
We found out we had gaming in common kind of randomly—Street Fighter in particular.
In ninth grade, while walking down the school hallway, he overheard me bragging about beating the latest game with a character I don’t usually use, and we chatted from there about that particular game, and then moved on to other fighting games.
Then, of course, we started challenging each other, and I think he underestimated me as a girl, but I beat his ass pretty mercilessly at first.
It made him improve, and we went back and forth kicking each other’s ass in our living rooms and in arcades.
Since then, we have graduated to interacting with each other in other ways.
Back in the day, we pretty much kept our interactions to gaming sessions, but once we got close, we started chatting about other stuff, including relationships with other people.
Once we got to the age where hanging out with each other became awkward for significant others, we learned to keep our distance while keeping close through gaming apps—online games.
The times we both found ourselves single, we saw movies together or met for lunch, and we carried on like our separation during our relationships-of-the-moment didn’t happen.
Through it all, we remained close, and these days, we still challenge each other to fighting games, but we mostly take it easy and do TV show marathons.
Jake hasn’t had a real girlfriend in a while—he hasn’t found one happy to be committed to him while he’s away for long periods of time and may or not come back, so as far as I know, he now only indulges in meaningless flings; he has temporarily given up on having a steady partner.
As for me, I continue to date and have found myself in a string of relationships that last anywhere from a few weeks to a few months; I haven’t been in a long-term relationship in a while, myself.
To be honest, I find Jake incredibly sexy, and I guess, subconsciously, I’ve been making myself available every time I expect him back because I look forward to having his blue eyes on me, even though I know I’m not his type and he’s not looking at me like that. I’ve only seen him go after brunettes of the fair-complexioned variety; I’ve never even seen him look at a brown-skinned girl, except for the obvious super beautiful celebrity types that everyone can’t help but stare at.
Me—I’m all right, a solid seven at least. But most people probably think that, right?
I know I’m like a little sister to him, and I use all of my acting skills to pretend I see him like that too, but I can’t help feeling sexually attracted to him—he is fit and strong in a way that makes him oh so fine.
This wasn’t always the case—Jake was kind of awkward-looking in high school w
ith his super pale skin dotted with pimples, and he was sort of scrawny to boot.
The process of growing up eventually got rid of the acne, and military training changed his body.
Now he reeks of alpha, and the insecure eyes of his youth have settled into a more confident but almost empty look of a jaded man. Being thrust into the face of the worst of humanity has to change you in ways.
Somehow, that steady, unreadable look of his makes him even more sexy.
I can tell he tries to shake himself into normalcy as quickly as possible for my benefit—he tries to act like he used to before his first deployment, and he succeeds for the most part, but I know he struggles mentally and otherwise with his violent line of work.
Things must look so ridiculous to him when he returns—he practically goes from holding dying fellow soldiers screaming out for their mother right before they pass, to watching people yap about a Kardashian. What a bizarre existence for him, going from one world to another like that.
I’m just glad he hasn’t pushed me away in some overall withdrawal from mankind—I’ve heard of that happening to soldiers like him.
I try not to be frivolous around him unless he encourages it because who knows? Maybe every now and then, shooting the breeze about silly shit is a welcome shot at normal for him.
Whatever. I sort of let him lead the way.
In the meantime, I try to keep my attraction to him far away from our interactions—I bury it as deep as it can go because I value our friendship tremendously, and if we change it in any way, I might lose him.
Plus, to be honest, he’s one of those men that I feel in danger of losing my mind about, like I’d feel tied to him in a way that isn’t usually the case if he ever had me. I am far more vulnerable to him than is good for me—a guy like him could break my heart.
