Drawn

Chapter 2.25:

Riley strutted her bouncing, perky ass right by me without even a second glance in my direction.  She reached through the void between Brynn and me into the cabinet behind our heads.  I stepped away to give her room to pull it open so she didn't bash me with the door. There was no telling what she heard when she walked in. Besides the silence, she wasn't giving me anything to go on. 

I couldn't get a good read on her this morning, which made me nervous.

I was fucked. 

Raising up on her tippy-toes, Riley snatched a solid lavender mug off the second shelf. I didn't fail to notice that the mugs were all pastel and lined up in by color in a neat row. No silly little designs or cute catchphrases were ever going to be on any mugs in her kitchen.

So perfectly Riley. 

My beautiful neurotic little tease.

Everything in her world was in its place and she had a place for everything.  I was on pins and needles, waiting for her to let me know where mine was in her life.   I felt like one of those outcast mugs with that said something stupid like "Slut for Coffee" or "My kitty has claws".  I didn't really belong anywhere. Always hiding on the top shelf, trying to earn my way in. I wanted to be the only mug she ever needed. Riley could throw the rest away in the garbage.  I would be the one she could depend on for the rest of her life.  

I just needed to go through the dishwasher first. Then we could have our happily ever after. 

Brynn lifted the corner of her mouth and winked at me as Riley silently filled the cup with the piping-hot liquid.  The energetic blond danced and fidgeted between us, buzzing with electricity.  Riley spun around and pressed her sweet ass to the counter, leaning back against it like she didn't have one care in the world. 

Pushing her pouty pink lips together the same way she did last night, she gently blew on the steam rising from her overfilled cup. The motion wasn't meant to be seductive by any means, but my dick didn't understand and decided it was jealous of the attention she was giving the liquid energy she was about to drink.

Riley must have been a fucking snake charmer in a past life. My cock was already submitting to her will.

After drinking her first jolt of caffeine, Riley's eyes darted back and forth between Brynn and me. Her posture stiffened as she studied both of our expressions.

"What?" Riley questioned both of us.

"Nothing." Brynn's cheeks were still slightly flushed from our heated battle. I knew I probably didn't look much better.

There was a lot in the exchange with Brynn that I didn't want Riley to hear or find out.  Our relationship was too shaky for Riley to put her faith in me.  Brynn hid the side of herself that she showed me from Riley.  Riley was too naive to believe the person she was best friends with would stab her in the back.  She would never think I didn't do something to encourage Brynn's repeated attempts to fuck me. 

Time was what I needed and something I didn't feel like I had enough of.  The damage control I would need to do with my girl would take months, if not years.  Based on Brynn's escalation this morning, I wasn't sure how much longer I had before she blew it all to hell. But, as soon as Riley trusted me again, I would tell her about Brynn and the things she was doing.  Trust was the critical factor because if she didn't have enough of it, Riley would run. I would be shut out for good this time around.

I prayed Brynn would slip up and give Riley another reason to cut ties with her before then that didn't include me.  It would be easier to deal with my overly-emotional girl if I wasn't the person she was upset with.