All My Broken Pieces (FindingLight #2)

Chapter 8

Arriana

I practically throw my keys at the valet as I run inside.

“Hello, Miss Beckett.” The doorman greets, inclining his head.

I mumble an incoherent response, brushing past him to the elevators. Pushing the button, a thought occurs to me. Glancing back at him, I bite the inside of my cheek but decide against asking, pulling up my phone instead.

Me

Where are you baby?

Text bubbles pop up immediately before disappearing and reappearing several times. I clutch the phone in my hand, willing her to just send the damn message.

Finally, a message comes through that lights my soul on fire.

Mi Vida

Home

It could mean a million different things, but I can’t help but hope that she means my home, our home.

With that hope, I press the button for our floor and wait. The ride up is excruciating, my excitement and nerves making me restless. When the doors open, I nearly sprint down the hall. Stopping in front of the door, I take a deep breath and insert my key.

Please be here.

I push open the door and step inside, my heart stopping when I find Fallon standing in the living room. She’s just as gorgeous as I remember, maybe even more so. Her cheeks are flushed and there is a slight sheen on her forehead as she wobbles unsteadily on her feet.

Stepping inside, I close the door behind me and cross the distance between us. “Are you drunk, mi vida ?” I watch her carefully as she giggles and nods her head.

My heart aches as I realize what this is. But I can’t bring myself to stop, because I’ll be whatever she will let me be. Whether it’s her adoring girlfriend or her late night drunken booty call, as long as I get her , it’s enough. It has to be.

“I m-missed you.” She hiccups.

Pulling her into my arms, I inhale the scent of her. The soft smell of roses fills my nose, one that settles me. “I missed you too, baby.” I murmur, kissing her cheek.

Fallon arches her neck, exposing her skin for my lips. I happily take the invitation, kissing down her throat. She moans, wiggling against me.

“I’m sorry.” She sniffles, her hands clinging to my sides.

Brushing her hair back, I run my nose up her neck. “Shhh.” I soothe before nipping at her jaw. “You’re here now.”

Fallon shakes in my arms, pressing her hips against mine. “Please.” She begs, the sound making me groan.

Fuck, I missed her begging.

“Please what?” I whisper, running my hands down her back to grip her ass.

She gasps, tightening her hold on me. “I need you.” She whimpers, her breath speeding up as I massage her plump cheeks in my hands. “Ple-please fuck me, take it all away. I need….I need…”

I pull back, kissing the tears streaming down her face. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Lifting her up with my hold on her ass, I carry her to the bedroom, her legs wrapped around my waist. She grinds against me as I hurry down the hall. Unable to resist her desperate noises another moment, I spin and push her back against the wall, slamming my lips to hers. Our kiss is feverish as we try to funnel all of our need into the connection.

I slip my tongue into her mouth, moaning as she lets me in. “Baby.” I pant, stumbling back toward the bedroom once more. “Fuck, I need you so badly.”

“Me too.” She pleads, clawing at my shirt as I stagger into the room. “I need to feel you. Please.”

I dump her onto the bed, watching with a lick of my lips as she bounces on the mattress. Crossing my arms, I reach for the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head. Fallon gazes at me with hooded eyes as I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. Slipping the straps down my arms, I let it fall to the ground as I move to take off my pants.

Before I can remove them, she sits upright, reaching for me. “Let me.” She murmurs, unbuttoning my jeans with shaky fingers. I run my hand through her hair, relishing in the feel of the soft locks that I missed so much.

She pushes my jeans and underwear down, helping me step out of them. Once I’m fully naked, I move to stand between her thighs, yanking her head back with my fingers in her hair. She gasps, her pupils blowing wide with desire.

I stare down at her hungrily, forcing myself to go slow, to enjoy every second of our night together. Running her hands up my thighs, she slips one between my legs and teases my slit. “Are you just going to stare at me all night?” She asks breathlessly, circling my clit with her soft fingers.

Groaning, I pull her head back further. “I’m just enjoying the moment, baby.” I murmur, not missing the pain that flashes through her hazy eyes.

Releasing my hold, I step back. “Strip down and get on your hands and knees.” I wait to make sure she’s going to listen before stepping around the bed. Going into the walk-in closet, I hunt for our box of supplies, a smirk lifting my lips when I find it.

Grabbing out the lube and one of our favorite toys, I head back into the bedroom. My breath catches at the sight before me.

Fallon is perched on the bed on her hands and knees, like the good girl she is. Her back is arched, ass pointing up in the air, her golden hair falling around her like a blanket of sunshine. Noticing my return, she turns her head toward me, running her gaze down my body. Her eyes widen when she spots what’s in my hand, a knowing smile spreading across her face.

Returning her smile, I cross the room and climb onto the bed behind her, setting the lube and strap-on down beside me. I run my hands over her ass, gripping her cheeks and spreading them open for me. A groan slips past my lips as I stare down at her. “You’re so perfect.” I breathe, leaning down to slide my tongue from her slit up to circle her tight little hole.

Fallon whimpers, pushing back against my face. Stretching her further, I push my tongue inside her asshole, my pussy clenching at the moan she lets out. I slide one hand down, pushing a finger inside of her soaking cunt. “Fuck.” She gasps, rocking her hips back.

Adding another finger, I slowly push them in and out, spearing the fingers to stretch her open for me. “That’s it, baby.” I praise. “Fuck yourself on my tongue and fingers.” She whimpers again and rotates her hips, doing just that. I twist my wrist to move my thumb over her clit, circling the sensitive bud as her body tenses up. Curling my fingers, I can feel her pussy clench around them as she comes, a cry erupting from her.

Sitting back on my heels, I grab the discarded items, uncapping the lube to pour it over both ends of the dildo. Fallon collapses against the mattress, rolling on her back to watch me with heavy lids. I work my hand over the plastic, getting it ready as I rake my gaze over her body.

Slipping a hand between my thighs, I push two fingers inside of my pussy, groaning as her eyes dart to the movement with a lick of her lips. “You drive me crazy.” I mutter, slowly pushing my fingers in and out.

Fallon pushes upright, climbing onto her knees and crawling over to me. Flicking her eyes up to mine, she leans forward and slips her tongue in beside my fingers. A choked noise escapes my throat as I feel her match my pace. She hums against me, eating my pussy with a ravenous hunger.

I can feel myself tense up as the sensations build, pushing me closer and closer to a release I didn’t know if I would get to experience again. Sensing my impending orgasm, she slides her tongue up my slit, slowly circling my clit. Her warm breath against my sensitive nerve endings is nearly enough to push me over the edge.

“Fallon.” I moan, tipping my head back as I get lost in the intoxicating feeling of her lips and tongue. A soft pleasurable noise slips from her in response to my growing desperation to let go. I speed up the pumping of my fingers as she licks and sucks, every sensation building me up and up and up until…

“Fuck.” I groan loudly as my body jerks, the movements in my wrist halting as waves of pleasure roll through me.

For a moment I forget everything, I forget all the pain and anger from the last few weeks. I forget the loneliness and heartache. All that exists is this moment of connection and pleasure shared between us.

As I come down from my moment of ecstasy, I slowly pull my fingers out and push her back against the mattress. She stares up at me, her chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. With my eyes zeroed in on her perfect tits, I adjust the straps around my hips and line up the dildo with my entrance, groaning loudly as I push it inside of myself.

“Fuck.” Fallon mutters, biting her lip so hard I’m worried she’s going to break the skin.

Shuffling forward, I tilt my hips to press the other end of the dildo against her pussy. With my eyes on hers, I slowly push inside, moving my hands to grip her hips. We both groan when it’s fully seated inside her, the feeling of us being connected in this way is overwhelming.

I can’t lose her again. I can’t lose this.

The thought passes through my mind, an unwanted intrusion to our night. I swat it away and choose to focus on us, on the pleasure we are giving one another.

Pulling my hips back, I thrust forward, watching as her tits bounce with the movement. She writhes beneath me, lifting her hips up to meet each of my thrusts.

“Shit. Fuck. Oh god.” Fallon gasps, her hands clawing at the blanket. “I’m-I’m going to-”

Tightening my hold on her, I pull her towards me, slamming my hips forward. I can feel the pressure building as I listen to her cries, the sound igniting a nearly feral need within me.

“Yesyesyes. Oh my god, please. I’m so close.” She begs, her eyes squeezed shut, head pushed back into the mattress. “Oh fuck!” She screams as her body shudders.

I speed up my movements, shifting a hand to slip between my thighs and circle my clit as I chase my own climax. “Fuuuuuck.” I groan, my hips stuttering as my body tenses once more.

We both pant as we come down from the high of our shared release, avoiding the reality that we know faces us in the morning. After several moments, I pull out and remove the strap-on, tossing it over the side of the bed to deal with later.

Fallon smiles sleepily up at me, the combination of liquor and orgasms pulling her toward the land of unconsciousness.

Climbing off the bed, I slip into the bathroom to quickly cleanup before grabbing a rag and returning to the room to do the same to her. After dropping the rag into my hamper, I walk back to the bed and pull the covers down, climbing in beside her. Covering us with the blanket, I circle her waist with my arm, pulling her back against me.

She hums, settling back into the warmth of my embrace. It’s not long before her soft snores fill the room. I move my free hand to stroke her face, finding she forgot to take off her glasses in her drunken state. With a quiet chuckle, I remove them and carefully stretch to set the frames on the bedside table, placing a kiss on her forehead as I settle back into the bed.

“I love you, mi vida .” I whisper, wishing it was enough to keep her.

I wake with a groan, reaching my arm out over the empty space beside me. Peeking an eye open, I confirm I am, in fact, alone.

“Just fucking perfect.” I groan again, throwing my arm over my eyes.

I knew what last night was, I knew the moment I saw her swaying on her feet. But I did it to myself anyway.

And I’d do it again.

Rolling to the side of the bed, I drop my feet to the floor and slowly push myself upright. I stumble to the bathroom, turning on the shower and brushing my teeth while I wait for the water to heat up. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I fight against the melancholy threatening to consume me.

“I can’t do this.”

“It’ll hurt less now than later.”

Fallon’s words repeat in my head, only serving to further my downward spiral of misery. I slam my palms down on the counter, glowering at my warped reflection. “Hurt less my ass.” I grumble, pushing away from the sink.

After a quick shower, I towel dry my hair and pull on some clothes. My phone buzzes from my jeans still lying pooled on the floor. I take a step toward it and notice the strap-on next to the bed, my chest spasming at the reminder of last night. Pivoting, I scoop up the sex toy and quickly clean it up before returning it and the lube to their spot in our closet.

Best to be prepared in case Fallon decides to drop by unannounced again.

Hunting for my phone, I finally locate it and hold my breath as I see the multiple messages. Most of them are from Andrew wondering what the fuck happened to me last night. There’s even an annoyed text from Killian demanding I respond to Andrew so he stops blowing up his phone.

My lips quirk at the thought of the old man being bombarded by my friend.

One message remains, and I take several breaths to prepare myself for whatever it might say. Closing my eyes, I release one last exhale before clicking on the text. My heart shatters at the words reflecting up at me on the screen.

I don’t know what I expected. A heartfelt declaration of love? If that was the case, she would have been here when I woke up.

I tuck my phone in my back pocket and snatch my keys. Storming out of the apartment, I slam the door behind me. The need to release some of this pent up frustration consumes me so I text Andrew asking for a job, any job, it doesn’t matter. His response is immediate, details of a hit along with a bunch of texts demanding to know what happened and if I’m alright. I can’t respond to his concerns, not now.

Instead, I thank him for the info and exit the building, on the hunt to let out my need for violence to settle the turmoil inside. My mind wanders back to the text over and over the entire drive. The whole time I hack and chop at the target, even as I scrub up the blood and stage the crime scene, my mind is focused on her words.

Mi Vida

I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.