All My Broken Pieces (FindingLight #2)

Chapter 3

Fallon

I hear the door shut, signaling Arriana’s exit. My chest tightens at the fact she left without saying goodbye. It’s not like her and I know I’m the reason for the sudden change.

Staring blankly down at the page, I try to get myself to focus.

he thrusts his cock in deeper, the movements pushing me further up the bed. “Oh god.” I groan, clawing at the blanket.

“There is no god here.” He growls, slapping my ass and making me yelp. My cock bounces against my abdomen with each thrust of his hips. Reaching around my body, he takes my shaft in his hand, stroking in time with his thrusts. “That’s it, baby boy. Cry out for me.”

My body responds to his praise, my balls tightening up at my impending release. “Oh fuck.” I gasp as

I rub my eyes, trying to focus on the story. I fucking love these two. Their relationship has been one of pain and love that sucked me in from the get go, but I can’t keep my mind on the hot as fuck sex right now.

It might seem a little strange that I would enjoy reading male/male romance, but my taste in romance doesn’t discriminate by pairings.

Love is love after all.

My heart aches at the thought, a part of me wondering why I can so easily accept that in my stories but not in my own life.

It’s not the same.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I close the book and set it aside, not wanting to ruin my enjoyment of the story by my sour mood. I push to my feet and slip on a pair of worn slippers before heading toward the door. Making sure to grab my keys, I lock the door and head toward the elevator.

My foot taps while I wait impatiently for it, a relieved breath escaping my lips when the doors finally ding open. I slip inside, pushing the button for the top floor and wait. Again.

Once it gets to the floor, I pound on the elevator doors, seriously regretting not grabbing my phone.

God, I’m so stupid sometimes.

The doors slide open to reveal a very confused Ava. Her expression changes from cautious to ecstatic when her gaze lands on my disheveled appearance. “Fallon!” She squeals, pulling me into her arms.

“What’s going on?” Killian’s voice echoes from down the hall.

Ava looks at me, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. “Give me one sec.” She whispers before darting down the hall.

I can hear their muffled voices but can’t make out what is said until Killian bellows, “You did what?!” Quickly followed by Ava shushing him.

My eyes narrow, a flash of his last overreaction going through my mind. In the spirit of concern for my friend, I slip down the hall so I can hear them.

“It was just Fallon.” Ava soothes.

Killian sighs heavily. “I know, baby girl. But you’ve got to be careful.”

Silence fills the hall before the distinct sound of lips on lips reaches me. Taking that as my cue, I sneak back out to the living area to wait.

The positive of living in the same building as my best friend? Her literally always being an elevator ride away. The negative? I keep getting her in trouble with my forgetful ass.

This isn’t the first time I’ve forgotten to call ahead, and, if I’m honest, probably won’t be the last. To be fair, it’s not entirely my fault. Who designs a private elevator to allow you to travel to their home without a key lock required before even reaching the floor?

Seems like poor planning to me.

A few minutes later, Ava comes back into the room, her cheeks flushed. I quirk an eyebrow at her and she simply chuckles in response, smoothing down her rumpled clothing. “I’ll tell you later.” She whispers, shooting a knowing look in Killian’s direction.

Nodding my head, I fidget with my sweatpants' drawstring, avoiding her gaze.

Maybe this was a mistake.

I find myself regretting coming because now I’m going to have to talk about it. But I need so desperately to get all of this out of my head.

Glancing up at her, I find Ava watching me, a crease in her forehead from her slight frown. “What’s wrong, babe?” She asks softly, stepping toward me.

I shrug, returning my focus to the string, picking at the little plastic piece on the end.

“Fallon.” Ava’s voice is more stern this time. Stopping in front of me, she nudges my chin up with her left hand.

My eyes flash to the ring nestled on her finger. It’s a gorgeous ring, one that fits her so well. It's a simple design with diamonds running along the band, a ruby stone in place of the typical diamond focal point. When I heard that Killian got the ruby in lieu of a diamond because she was his firecracker, his flame that ignited his soul and lit his darkness. Well, I might have burst into tears.

Definitely blaming it on my hormones. Because I was absolutely PMSing at the time and I swear I cry at the drop of the hat when Aunt Flow is in town. So it was absolutely that and not that I was filled with equal parts joy and jealousy.

The same feelings well up inside me now, bringing tears to my eyes.

I wonder what ring Arriana would get me.

Shaking my head, I push aside the thought. It doesn’t matter, because we can’t.

“It’s just a phase.”

A hiccupped sob escapes my lips and Ava immediately wraps her arms around me. “Okay, we need to talk.” She insists, leaning back to hold my gaze. “Wine and ice cream?” I mumble my agreement with a quiet sniffle. Squeezing her arms, she releases me and twirls on her heels, beelining for the supplies in the kitchen.

Killian strolls down the hall, his stoic gaze traveling over his wife and me. “You girls okay?”

Ava smiles at him sweetly. “We’re fine. Go do your thing.”

Clearly not buying her response, he narrows his eyes at me briefly before he crosses the room and pulls Ava into his embrace. “I can stay if you need me to.” He offers quietly, stroking her cheek.

Ava leans into his touch with a shake of her head. “No, we’re fine. Just girl stuff.” She promises.

He studies her for a moment before pressing his lips to hers. Pulling apart, he murmurs something too quiet for me to hear. Ava darts her eyes to me and back, a blush forming on her cheeks. Killian smirks, grabbing her ass and pressing their bodies closer together with a groan before reluctantly releasing her.

“Call if you need me.” He instructs, heading toward the elevator. Stepping inside after the doors open, he draws our attention once more. “And for the love of god, don’t open this for anyone.”

Ava’s blush deepens, and she turns away from him without a word. Killian sighs, leaning back against the elevator wall with a shake of his head as the doors slide closed.

“So,” Ava’s voice pulls my attention back to her. “Red or white?”