All My Broken Pieces (FindingLight #2)

Chapter 17

Fallon

I rub my eyes, exhaustion setting in. Now that we know Hudson’s going to be okay, I reluctantly agreed to Arriana taking me back home.

Home .

A smile lifts my lips as I lean my head against the chilly window.

My hand reaches for hers, interlocking our fingers as I bring our clasped hands to my lap.

She’s my home.

And I’ve finally returned.

The early morning light filters into the room, momentarily blinding me as I blink my eyes open. Slapping my hand around, I search for my glasses, sighing when my fingers brush against them.

Snatching up the frames, I slip them on my face before I stretch, letting out a soft noise as my muscles loosen. I turn my head, squeaking as I find Arriana propped up on her elbow as she watches me. “Creepy much.” I mutter, unable to hide my grin.

She hums, running her finger down the center of my chest. A shiver runs through me at her soft touch. “You stayed.” She murmurs, tracing the edge of my breast.

I blink at her, tilting my head to the side. “Um, yeah?” I respond lamely.

Why wouldn’t I have?

A familiar anxiety gnaws at me at the thought.

Maybe I screwed it all up. Maybe it was too little, too late.

Humming again, Arriana slides her hand down further, circling my belly button before slipping under the waistband of my stolen sweats. “I love seeing you in my clothes.” A warmth spreads through me at the possessiveness shining in her eyes. “It makes me feel like you're mine.” She whispers, leaning to hover her lips over mine. “ All mine. ”

I shudder, my lips brushing against hers as I whisper back, “I am yours.” Holding my breath, I wait for her response, knowing whatever it is will be my answer.

Please still want me to be yours.

She searches my eyes, a hint of desperation filling the chestnut orbs. Her eyes darken at whatever she finds, a smug smile spreading across her face. “Mine.” She growls, taking my bottom lip between her teeth.

I gasp as she bites down, the warmth pooling in my pelvis growing as I whimper. The sound flips a switch in her. Before I can react, she yanks me down, gripping my sweats and tearing them off my body. My breaths come in heavy pants as I watch her discard her own clothes.

Peering down at me, she raises an eyebrow at my tank top. I wiggle on the mattress, desperately trying to remove the offensive material as quickly as possible. Somehow I manage to tangle myself up in the blanket, tank top, and my own hair. I let out a frustrated groan, yanking futilely on my self imposed trap.

Arriana chuckles as she helps to untangle my mess before gripping the thin fabric of my tank. A loud rip sounds as she tears it off of my body.

Holy shit.

That is way hotter in real life than in my books.

My eyes are wide as I peer up at her, my own personal sex goddess. “That was…” I mumble, licking my lips.

Arriana smirks down at me, sliding the destroyed fabric off my body before moving to palm my breasts. I groan, arching into her skilled fingers as she massages my tits. “You alright there, baby?” She chuckles, flicking my nipples.

I mewl at the sharp sting, my body shaking with the need for more. “I…I need-” My words are cut off as she leans down and takes one of my nipples between her teeth, twisting the other between her fingers. “Oh fuck.” I gasp.

Arriana licks away the sting from her bite, running her tongue up my chest and neck. Her hot breath fans my ear as she breathes, “What do you need, baby?” Her voice is husky, showing how affected she is by this, by me .

I blink my eyes open, pulling her face toward mine. “I need you. Please, I need to feel you, I need to taste you.” I don’t know if I’m making sense, my need making me nearly delirious.

She licks her lips, her eyes darting to mine. Lifting a hand toward my face, she pulls down on my lip, tracing it with her thumb. “You trust me?” Her voice is barely a whisper as she asks the question, her eyes remaining fixated on my trembling lips.

Unable to get words past the lump in my throat, I nod wildly, my heart thundering in my chest from the nervous excitement at the promise her quiet question holds.

She bites her lip, shifting her eyes between mine before commanding, “Lie back.”

Scooting down as quickly as possible, I wait for whatever she has planned, my heart beating impossibly faster.

She shifts on the bed, moving to straddle me backwards, her ass facing me.

Oh.

My eyes widen as I realize what she has planned.

Oh, holy fuck.

Adjusting her position, Arriana moves her hips back so her pussy is hovering over my mouth. “You ready to eat, baby?” Without a second thought, I lift my hands to grip her thighs and pull her down on my face. A startled gasp sounds from her, making me smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She laughs, lowering her face to my own pussy.

I slide my tongue up her slit, lapping at her clit before plunging inside her delicious cunt. A moan slips through my lips as she does the same to me.

Oh-oh god. Oh fuck. Shit.

I can’t make a coherent thought to save my life, too lost in her pleasure and my own. My fingers dig into the backs of her thighs as I pull her further down, suffocating myself on her.

Our moans fill the room as we build each other up, licking and sucking like it’s our last meal.

My body shakes as I feel my orgasm building, the sensation enhanced as I feel her quivering above me.

Working my jaw, I push my tongue in and out of her pussy, chasing her release just as much as my own. My eyes roll back as wave after wave of pleasure crash into me. Digging my fingers in harder, I pull her hips impossibly closer to my face as I blindly fuck her with my tongue, groaning as I’m rewarded with the sweet taste of her cum on my tastebuds. Her body shudders as I lick her through her orgasm, lapping up every drop she’ll give me.

When the last of the tremors fade from both our bodies, Arriana carefully lifts her leg over my head, shifting around to collapse beside me. Her arm drapes over my stomach as she nuzzles my neck.

Lifting a tired arm, I brush my fingers through her hair. “I love you.” I murmur, enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss.

Her arm tightens around me before she slowly pulls back to prop herself on her elbow and peer down at me. “You do?” My heart breaks at the disbelief on her face and in her voice.

I did that.

I broke the woman I thought was unbreakable.

Lifting my hand up to stroke her cheek, I bite my lip as I nod. “More than anything.” My voice quivers at the quiet admittance, nervous energy bubbling up with each passing second following my whispered words.

She studies me for a moment longer before a wide grin breaks across her face. “ Yo también. Te amo, mi vida. Te amo más que la vida misma .” I don’t know what she said to me, but from the feverish kisses she places all over my face and my mouth, I can probably guess.

Because I don’t need to speak the language to know what love sounds like. What it feels like.

I giggle as she continues to assault me with her affection. “Okay, okay.” I laugh, playfully pushing her away.

She growls and comes back, nipping at my jaw again. “ Eres mía, cari?o. ” She murmurs against my skin, running her hand down my side.

My brain grows hazy with lust and I try to remember why we can’t just lie in bed all day. Because that’s what I really want to do, but there’s some reason that…

“Hudson!” I gasp, sitting upright, a wave of guilt hitting me at the reminder of my brother and what he must be going through at this moment.

Arriana grumbles, crossing her arms and flopping back on the bed. “Couldn’t give me five more minutes.” Her grumbled complaint has me forcing back a smile, the shame from seeking pleasure when Hudson needs me melts away.

I needed this moment to reconnect with her, to show her that I’m here to stay and that, no matter what may be happening around us, that I’m not going anywhere. My happy place is by her side and nothing will ever convince me otherwise again.

Unable to keep the grin off my face, I roll my eyes at her before climbing off the bed and walking into the closest. My eyes land on our special box. Pausing my steps, I glance over my shoulder before quietly lifting the lid. I run my gaze over the array of toys, one in particular sparking my interest. An idea sparks and I cover my mouth to hide the giggle.

This is probably a terrible idea, one I’m most certainly going to regret.

Despite my hesitation, I reach into the box and grab the toy, darting into the bathroom to prepare for what is about to be the best or worst decision I’ve made.

I shift uncomfortably in the passenger seat, seriously regretting my lust-driven decision to wear this thing .

“You okay, baby?” Arriana asks, reaching over to take my fidgeting hand.

I nod at her, biting my lip.

Shifting her eyes to me and back to the road, a sly smirk forms on her face. “Mmhmm.” She hums, interlacing her fingers with mine and bringing the back of my hand to her lips.

I wiggle again, trying to alleviate some of the growing pressure between my thighs.

Why in the world did I think this was a good idea?

I watch Arriana, noticing the heat in her eyes, and I know my answer.

I did this for her because, while she wouldn’t ask me to put myself in an uncomfortable position, I know what she wants, and I want to do anything and everything I can to bring about the smile currently resting on her face. The one that reflects how happy she is in this moment with me, with us .

Blowing out a slow breath, I close my eyes and lean my head back against the headrest, focusing on the steady vibrations. My breath hitches when the pattern changes. The consistent buzzing now travels from my clit to my pussy, like a mechanical finger dragging through me and back. “Oh fuck.” I groan, lifting my hips into the sensations. “You-you can’t do that.” I gasp as the intensity increases.

Arriana chuckles beside me, dropping the controller onto her lap. “Oh, mi vida ,” She smirks. “ You can’t dangle this present in front of me and not expect me to open it. To play with it.” Winking at me, she returns her attention to the drive.

Groaning, I cover my eyes with my arm.

Yup, a really bad idea.