All My Broken Pieces (FindingLight #2)

Chapter 13

Fallon

I wring my hands in my lap, my leg bouncing. I haven’t been this nervous about seeing her since that night , but this time it’s for an entirely different reason.

I probably should have texted her, given her some sort of heads up. I’ll blame the liquor in my system for this momentary lapse of judgment. Not that I drank that much , only the one spiked coffee, okay maybe two.

The sound of the lock twisting sends my already erratic heartbeat into overdrive.

What if she doesn’t want me anymore?

I shake my head at the thought. If the constant messages she still sends me are any indicator, I think I’ll be welcomed back with open arms. At least I hope so.

Standing up from the couch, I fiddle with the teddy nightgown. It’s one of Arriana’s favorites, and I might have worn it on purpose in hopes it would put more points in my favor.

The door swings open and Arriana slumps through the doorway, her expression exhausted and downtrodden. Slinking into the apartment, she pushes the door closed and leans her forehead against it with a heavy sigh.

I gulp, shifting on my feet.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Before I can give the thought too much focus, she pushes off the door and turns around, her eyes widening when they land on me. I smile awkwardly, ducking my head to peer up at her through my lashes.

“ Mi vida ?” She whispers, blinking her eyes as if she thinks I’m a mirage.

My smile widens as I nod my head, whispering back, “Hi.”

Time freezes as she slowly drags her gaze down my body, her eyes darkening as she takes in the blush colored lingerie. Her tongue flicks out, licking her lips as she drops her keys and phone on the counter. Taking a step toward me, she hesitates, darting her eyes up to mine.

My brows furrow as I watch her study my face. Her eyes sadden as she finds whatever it is she was looking for. “What is it?” I mumble, feeling like I’ve made a big mistake.

She doesn’t want me anymore. Why would she after I ripped her heart to pieces and lit it on fire?

Walking toward me, she stops and slips a hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to meet hers. “Are you drunk again?” My frown deepens at the question.

Shaking my head, I start to say no, but then remember the two, alright fine, three drinks I had earlier. “I mean, kind of, but-” My words cut off as I watch her close her eyes, her face distorting in pain.

Reaching a hand up, I trail my fingers down her face, shivering at the electricity sparking at the touch. “Why does that make you sad?” The question slips out before I can stop it.

She flinches, blinking open her eyes. “No reason, mi vida .” Arriana murmurs, sliding her hand on my chin around the back of my neck. Pulling my face toward hers, she presses her lips against mine.

I grip her shirt, clinging to her as I moan into the kiss.

Her fingers tighten on the back of my neck, her hips pressing against mine. “Fuck, I missed you.” She breathes against my lips.

I roll my hips, needing to feel her, to reconnect as I claim her, claim us . She slips her free hand down my body, teasing my lips before pushing a finger inside of my pussy. I moan again, opening my mouth and allowing her to slip her tongue inside.

This is right.

I don’t know why I ever let their words convince me otherwise.

Arriana pulls her hand from me, a whimper slipping from my lips at the loss. Chuckling, she strokes my hair. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” Pressing a kiss to my forehead, she pushes me onto the couch so I’m lying on my back, moving to straddle my body.

I watch as she pulls her top off, her nimble fingers removing her bra to reveal the most perfect pair of breasts I’ve ever seen.

Fuck, I missed them.

Reaching my hands up, I massage the soft pillows, relishing in the groan that she releases at my touch. Biting my lip, I flick her nipples, wishing I could take them between my teeth.

Sensing my desire, Arriana chuckles, bending over to hover her tits over my face. I latch onto one of her breasts, licking and sucking on her pebbled nipple. A warmth pools low in my pelvis as she wriggles from my attention. Releasing her breast, I run my thumb over the hard nub. “I missed you.” I whisper.

Arriana laughs again, pulling my focus to her. “Are you talking to me or my tits?” She chuckles.

My face flames at her question. Because I was absolutely talking to her breasts. Sticking my tongue out, I successfully avoid the question.

She shakes her head, a small smile ghosting her lips. Sitting upright, she reaches into her pockets to empty them. I catch sight of her pocket knife and another flash of heat hits me. Before I’ve had the conscious thought to do so, I grip her wrist, stopping her from dropping it onto the floor.

She lifts her eyebrow at me, a slow smirk covering her face. “Oh, you want to play?” She asks, flicking open the knife.

I nod, my breath coming in pants.

Humming, she shifts down my body, moving to kneel between my legs. I hold my breath as she presses the flat edge of the blade against my thigh, gliding it up my skin.

“So fucking perfect.” She praises, pushing a finger inside of me as she twists the knife to press the sharp edge against my thigh. I gasp as the blade breaks my skin, not enough to do any real damage, but enough to send a confusing mess of pleasure and pain signals to my heightened libido.

Curling her finger inside me, she moves the blade to my other thigh. I resist the urge to lift my hips, needing to feel more. Chuckling again, she adds another finger, the burn on my thighs increasing the pleasure from her fingers pumping in and out of my pussy.

I can feel the pressure growing as she works me up, fucking me with her fingers and marking me with her blade. Twisting her wrist, she presses her thumb against my clit. “Oh god.” I gasp, my back arching from the overwhelming sensations.

The sound of the knife clattering on the floor distracts me momentarily before Arriana covers my body with hers. Still pumping her fingers and circling my clit, she presses her lips to mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth.

I groan, spearing my fingers into her short hair. Holding her as close to me as I can, I whimper into her mouth when her free hand moves to pinch my nipple. “Please.” I beg around her lips, near delirious with need. I don’t know what I’m begging for, whether it’s for my release or for her or both. All I know is I need it. I need it all.

Speeding up her movements, she fucks me hard with her fingers, my cries growing louder with each thrust of her wrist. “Oh fuck, oh fuuuuck.” I cry, arching into her as my vision darkens and my body convulses.

Tears prick at my eyes as I come back down, my head swimming from the overwhelming sensations. Moving my hands to cup her face, I peer into her beautiful brown eyes, my heart breaking at the pain shining in them. Taking a deep breath, I will myself to say the words. To tell her how I feel. How I’ve always felt.

Arriana watches me, her face growing confused then concerned as I continue to stare at her wordlessly. She opens her mouth to say something, but I silence her with my lips.

Pulling apart when we’re breathless, I hold her gaze once more as I whisper, “I love you.”