Arranged marriage: Skeletons(sequel)

Chapter 5

Riley looked at him for a few seconds, searching his eyes. She thought about pushing him out of her way. She knew very well that if she wanted to, she could definitely deal with her friend. Max may have the muscles and all, but he definitely didn't have the skills to fight. Which is way different from what they all know about Riley. She is a dangerous ass whooper, and both of the people in the house know that fact very well.

Max gave her a pleading look as he pointed to Layla using his head. He knew that the only person who could keep Layla here and stop her from drinking more of the shots, is Riley. But then again, he could be wrong, especially after everything that has happened. Riley squinted her eyes at him before stepping back, a small sigh leaving her lips. She walked to the table and turned her cap back as she pulled a chair, sitting down with a small frown on her face. She looked to Layla who was, yet again, reaching for another shot. This made her feel a familiar feeling of possessiveness. She sighed and thought for a few seconds. She turned to look at Max who was still standing at the door, waiting for her to talk to their friend while also making sure that none of them tried to run away.

Riley sighed again as she turned and looked at Layla. Honestly, she loved the whole all black clothes she has on. It made it hard for her to focus.

"Layla, stop drinking and sit down." The words were said in a low defeated voice. Layla only glanced at her, but didn't pay her any attention as she took yet another shot and downed it.

"Layla, I'm warning you," Riley pressed once more, her voice starting to get deep. Max felt a great change in the atmosphere as he watched Riley calmly stand from her seat, keeping her gaze on Layla's back. He rushed to get some of the snacks and almost ran out of the room, for two reasons actually. One being because he didn't want to be around if anything unholy happened, which is 99% most likely to happen with these two. The other reason being because she really hated being around when "dominant daddy" took over their nonchalant Riley. Layla came up with the nickname and whole phrase, not him. Either way, he left them alone in the kitchen while he set up the living room. He planned to have a movie night with them because well, he missed his friends and didn't want to have to be shared by each of them. That would be very exhausting and awkward for him.

Riley stepped closer to Layla and the latter froze, her hand tightening around the glass of a still full shot as she slowly brought it down to rest back on the tray, but kept her fingers wrapped around it. She let out a subtle breath, side eying Riley before looking down at the shot.

"What did I just say to you?" Riley asked as she stepped even closer to Layla. She brought her body closer and dug her hands into the pockets of her jeans, her eyes darkened. Layla could smell her, the familiar cologne doing things to her. She felt her whole body heating up, but she didn't want to submit. She spent hours working on herself in her room, trying to bring back the bad girl who never took orders from anyone. But having Riley so close to her had her feeling that she was still very much weak for the woman. But then again, she didn't want to submit. Not so easily anyways.

"You don't own me Riley," she said, trying to sound confident but failing miserably as her voice came out a bit shaky. Riley didn't miss the nervousness dripping from every word said by the latter. She stepped back and Layla let out a small breath of relief, only to gasp when she felt a firm hand wrap around her upper arm, turning her around and pulling her towards a body. She crashed into Riley's torso, her body tingling with sensations as she looked up and gazed into darkened black eyes that stared into hers with intensity.

Her hands fisted between hers and Riley's stomach. Riley let go of her arm only to place both her hands on her waist. Layla slowly looked down at Riley's hands which rested dangerously on the waistband of her pants before looking back up into Riley's enchanting eyes.

Riley moved Layla back until her back hit the counter as they maintained eye contact. She tightened her grip on the latter's waist, which caused Layla to let out a quiet moan as she felt strong and familiar sensations rushing all over her body.

"What did you say?" She asked, her voice a bit husky. Layla subtly squeezed her thighs together as she felt a throb on her centre. Her heart was hammering violently in her chest and she couldn't help but think back to the wet dreams she's been having about Riley.

"Huh?" She asked, failing to concentrate as she blinked, her fists tightening even more.

"Repeat what you just said," Riley pressed on, her eyes dropping to look at the latter's exposed collarbones before moving up to slightly open lips then back up to her eyes, her actions making Layla even more nervous. Her eyes also dropped to Riley's lips, and she lustfully stared at them. Riley slowly brought her face down, which made Layla's eyes to move back up to look at her.

"You're keeping me waiting Layla, you know I don't like that," Riley spoke once more, her breath fanning the latter's face. Layla bit down on her lower lip while squeezing her thighs together again, her eyes closing as she opened her hands and moved them up to Riley's shoulder, pulling her body even closer to hers because she feared that her knees would give out. She needed the close contact. The friction. Anything! She just needed Riley. The latter slowly moved her face to Layla's ear.

"I don't own you?" She asked once more, her voice sending shivers down Layla's spine as she whispered into her ear. Layla felt a moan bubbling up her throat so she quickly bit down harder on her lower lip, but couldn't stop a soft whine from sounding in her throat. She opened her eyes as Riley moved her head back. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Riley raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for a response.

"I'm sorry," Layla whispered, which earned her an amused look from the latter. Although that wasn't exactly an answer to the asked question, Riley already knew the answer. She let her go and stepped back, turning her cap back to the front as she cleared her throat.

"Be a good girl and bring those drinks," she said as she turned around and left the room, leaving Layla puzzled and slightly panting. More aroused than she usually is.