All My Broken Pieces (FindingLight #2)

Chapter 47

Arriana

Fallon’s soft snores from the passenger seat are a calming soundtrack to the chaotic stream of thoughts running through my mind.

I knew she was feeling unsettled and didn’t want to pry, but the worse her mood got, the less I could ignore her little snippy responses and heavy sighs. I can tell there’s still more that’s bothering her, and I have a sinking feeling I know exactly what it is.

A sign for a well known motel chain illuminates on the side of the road, stating the exit is in two miles.

Glancing at my sleeping girl, I look at the clock on the dashboard, deciding it’s time to rest for the evening.

We’re getting close to the border now, and I’m more than ready to be out of Texas. It hasn’t helped matters that the drive to Mexico has been extended by several hours in my abundance of caution. I couldn’t chance authorities checking for me crossing the border anywhere close to the usual travel paths, so I opted to detour into Texas first. A decision that I’ve begun to regret as the long stretches of empty road have been nearly enough to drive me mad from boredom.

I shift my eyes to the rearview mirror, momentarily watching Sir Ichabod slumbering away in his sleep, his little legs twitching periodically. My heart warms at the sight, grateful to have both of my loves back.

The exit for the motel approaches and I take the turn off, pulling into the parking lot a few moments later. “I’ll be back.” I whisper, even though they’re both asleep.

Carefully climbing out of the vehicle, I close the door as quietly as possible, clicking the lock button. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, a prickling feeling that something isn’t right, but I push it aside. I’ll get the room key and settle in for the night, it’s probably just exhaustion from being on the road for so long.

Pushing open the door, I step inside the bright lobby. The clerk looks up from behind the desk, running his gaze down my body and back up with a look of disinterest. Crossing the room, I pull out some cash and my fake ID. “One room.”

He slides his gaze to my ID, studying it momentarily before letting out a heavy sigh and sitting upright to type on his computer. “It’s $120 a night, and we’re pretty full up so we’ve only got the rooms directly off the parking lot available.” He looks at me expectantly, waiting for something I can’t quite figure out.

“Fine.” I sigh, counting out the bills and sliding them across the counter.

Several moments of silence pass as he inputs the information from my ID into the system. Finally, he grabs a keycard and holds it out for me. “Room 1F.”

Snatching the card, I give him a salute and head out of the lobby, ready to wash off the day and collapse into a bed. I quickly cross the parking lot and open the passenger door, gently shaking Fallon. “Hey, baby.” I say quietly.

She jerks awake, looking around with wild eyes before her gaze lands on me and she settles. “Hi.” She murmurs sleepily, rubbing her eyes. “Where are we?”

“A hotel. It was time to stop for the night, we both could use some rest.” I reach over and unhook her seat belt, helping her out of the car. “Will you grab Sir Ichabod? I’m going to get a few things out of the trunk.” She nods, yawning and opening the back door.

I slip around the vehicle, opening the trunk and rummaging through our things the best I can without making everything topple out on me. Even after I swore to Fallon that I would have Andrew fly out all of her precious books once we were settled, I couldn’t talk her out of bringing enough things that our SUV is jam packed.

My fingers finally land on what I’ve been looking for and I stifle the triumphant cry, not wanting to alert her to my plans. Grabbing out what we’ll need for the night, I close the trunk and lock up the car, circling around to meet Fallon.

Holding out my elbow, I smile when she slips her hand into it, clutching to me as I lead the way. Once I find room 1F, I insert the keycard and wait for the beep before opening the door and half bowing. “After you.”

Fallon giggles, curtsying on her way inside. “Why thank you.” Her laughter is infectious, a beautiful melody that captivates me just as much today as the first time I heard it.

Following her inside, I close the door and ensure it’s locked up properly before turning around and crossing the room. The earlier uneasiness still crawling just below the surface, but I’m distracted by the sight of Fallon as she slowly slides out of her clothes. “You’re so beautiful, mi vida .” I murmur, dragging my eyes down her naked body.

She smiles at me, walking toward the bathroom and blowing a kiss my direction.

I watch after her as she disappears, the sound of the shower turning on reaches me a few moments later. Glancing over at Sir Ichabod still slumbering away, I gently lift his cage and move him over to the table nestled in the corner of the room. I make quick work of getting everything ready before stripping of my own clothes and joining Fallon in the shower.

She hums when I slide through the curtain. “Took you long enough.” Tipping her head back, she closes her eyes and lets the water pour over her face, trailing down her pale skin. The heat bringing a reddish tint to the usual porcelain complexion.

Stepping up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, sliding one hand up while the other travels lower. Fallon shudders in my hold as I tease her lips, slipping my finger through her slit before retracting again. “So fucking perfect.” I murmur, dipping my head to place soft kisses along her shoulders. Moving my hands to her hips, I sink to my knees.

Pulling her back toward me, Fallon gasps when my tongue plunges into her pussy, her thighs tightening around my head. “F-fuck.” She moans, steadying herself on the shower wall.

I hum against her, circling my tongue before sliding it out and up to lick her clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. My fingers dig into her flesh, drawing out the noises she’s making, needing every one as desperately as the oxygen in my lungs.

Fallon’s legs begin to shake as her body tenses. “That’s it, baby.” I hum against her skin. “Come for me.” On the command, I plunge my tongue back inside of her, moving one hand to circle her clit in tight circles. Her thighs squeeze around my head, crushing me in the best possible way as her body tenses and she comes with a loud cry.

I groan at the taste of her pleasure, lapping up every bit she’ll give me before sliding out from under her. The tremors in her body start to subside, some of the tension that’s become a constant feature of hers loosens in the post-orgasmic bliss.

Even after our talk earlier today, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more than she’s telling me and it’s eating me up. That there’s something bothering her and she won’t let me in, won’t let me help take on the burden so she doesn’t have to do it all alone.

Reaching forward, I grab the bar of hotel soap and gently begin to wash her body, starting with her delicate hands and moving along her arms before sliding down her chest. Her breath catches as I slowly circle the soap around her nipple. “ Te amo, mi vida. ” I whisper, speaking softly to her in Spanish. “ Tú puedes decirme cualquier cosa. Estoy aquí para siempre, cari?o. No importa qué. Por favor, dime qué pasa. ” Begging her to tell me what’s wrong, and promising I won’t ever leave. Hoping she’ll hear the plea, even if she doesn’t understand. Because my attempts in her native language aren’t proving successful, I can only hope the cry of my soul will be.

My hand slides lower, gently cleaning between her thighs and sliding around to her ass. “I don’t understand.” Fallon breathes, leaning her head back to rest on my shoulder.

“I know.” I sigh, switching the bar of soap out for the small bottle of shampoo. I lather up my hands and begin massaging her scalp.

“What’s it like?” Her quiet question surprises me, my fingers freezing. “Talking in a language someone else can’t understand, I mean.” She lets out a soft chuckle, the sound melting the tension in my body enough I can resume my gentle massage.

I contemplate her question as I wash out the shampoo from her silky hair. “It can be frustrating at times. But the truth is, even if we speak the same language, it doesn’t mean we understand each other.” The sentence hangs heavy in the air. I can feel her mulling over the meaning, can imagine the little scrunch of her nose as she thinks.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, I brush her hair over her shoulders, bending to kiss her neck. “Go dry off and get ready, I’ll join you in a moment.” Standing upright, I step back to give her room to exit the shower. She glances over her shoulder, her expression confused and curious. “Go on.” I pat her ass, smirking at her tiny squeal and glare.

Huffing, she climbs out of the shower and snatches one of the towels off the counter before exiting the bathroom.

The grin on my face fades as I wash away the day, massaging my aching muscles under the hot stream. “Just a little longer.” I mumble under my breath, fighting back the earlier unease threatening to creep up again.

I don’t want to think too hard on it. If I let myself fall into the worry, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get through to the other side with my hands clean. And I really can’t spill anymore blood, at least not until after we’re all settled and Fallon is safe once again.

Once I’m cleaned up, I shut off the water and quickly towel dry, my excitement growing at the promise of what will be waiting for me in the room. I drop the used towel in the corner of the bathroom before stepping into the room, my breath hitching at the sight before me.

Fallon has found the supplies I left out and obediently prepared herself. “Are you there?” She whispers, her voice shaky with anticipation.

I don’t say a word, crossing the room silently to stand beside her. Her body shifts on the bed under my gaze, sensing what her eyes can’t see behind the blindfold. I reach out my hand, lightly trailing my fingers up her naked skin, watching with rapt attention as tiny goosebumps form in the wake of my touch.

“Ar-Arriana?” Her voice breaks as my fingers slip between her quivering thighs. “Please.” She begs, lifting her hips in search of more.

I bite my lip to hold back the chuckle at how needy she is. My perfect sex crazed girl.

My fingers slip farther back, checking to see if she put in the other item I left out, a groan slipping from my lips as I find she did. I press down on the butt plug, crashing my lips to hers to swallow the gasp she releases at the sensation. “Good girl.” I breathe against her lips, grinning at the shiver my words cause.

Moving onto the bed, I straddle her shoulders, hovering over her mouth. “You wanna eat, baby?” I watch her closely, waiting for her to understand the question. I can almost see the lightbulb switch as she jerks her head up and down, reaching up for me.

“Yes, please.” She pleads, her hands gripping my thighs.

Carefully lowering myself down, I groan loudly when her mouth connects with my pussy. The sensation feels so good it almost hurts, a need to finally let go drives me as I ride her face. My breathing grows erratic as she laps at me, her tongue expertly fucking me until I’m a quivering mess.

“Fuck.” I moan, a wave of pleasure crashing through me as I come.

Fallon continues her attention on me as I come down. The last of the spasms stop and I carefully lift my leg over her and move off the bed. I watch her closely as I prepare the strap on. Once it’s all lubed up, I push one end inside of my pussy, groaning at the feeling.

Fallon turns her head in my direction, reaching her hand out toward me. “Where are you?” She asks, moving to take off the blindfold.

“No.” My hand snaps out, gripping her wrist. “It stays on.” Fallon shudders at the command, nodding her head wordlessly. “That’s my good girl.” I praise, bending to kiss her, finding the taste of me on her lips only further heightens the need for her.

My hand fumbles beside the bed, searching for the small remote. Fallon gasps as I press the button, no doubt the vibrations now filling her ass an unexpected surprise. I plunge my tongue inside her mouth, my free hand gripping her hair at the nape of her neck.

Wrenching my mouth off hers, I pull her head back, trailing my lips down her neck. My teeth sink into her sensitive flesh, making her cry out. Her hands cling to my arms, nails digging into my skin as I leave love bites peppered along her gorgeous body.

Standing upright, I grip her hips and flip her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so her ass is in the air, chest and face against the bed. She lets out a surprised breath, groaning as the new angle pushes the plug in deeper. “ Tan perfecta .” I murmur, moving to kneel behind her. “You ready, baby?” She nods wildly, her fingers clinging to the bedsheet.

Gripping her hips, I line up the other end of the dildo with her entrance and slam forward at the same time I pull her back against me. She cries out, her back arching. Shifting one hand to the small of her back, I keep a firm hold on her as I pull back and thrust forward.

Her body shakes beneath me, the vibrations of the plug in her ass and dildo sliding in and out of her pussy bringing her closer to another release. “Beautiful.” I breathe, sliding my hand between her thighs to circle her clit. The sounds of her heavy breathing and whimpered cries fill the room. Just as her body tenses, her orgasm on the brink, I abruptly pull out.

Fallon cries out at the loss, whirling around to look at me. “What the fuck?” She demands, shifting on the bed to fully face me.

I smirk, pushing her down on her back. “Don’t worry, baby.” I huff a laugh, bending over her body. “I’ll let you come, but not before you tell me what’s really going on.”

Fallon gapes up at me. “You’re…you’re seriously using sex to get what? Information out of me?” She asks incredulously.

I hum, running my tongue along her clavicle, my hand slipping between her legs to circle her clit once more. She arches into my touch, chasing her release once more. I work her up to the edge just to back off again.

A whimper slips from her lips as she collapses back against the bed. “What do you want to know?” She demands, her breathy voice nearly enough to make me say forget it to this whole plan. Nearly.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” I reply, running my nose up her throat and nipping at her jaw.

Her face scrunches up. “What’s wrong? Maybe my girlfriend denying my orgasms for no reason.”

I chuckle, plunging two of my fingers inside her needy cunt, my thumb circling her sensitive bundle of nerves. Curling my fingers, I brush against the spot inside of her that has her toes curling. “Wrong answer.” Pulling my hand away, I move my fingers to her mouth, slowly pushing them inside.

She groans, licking my fingers clean without my needing to tell her to do so. I remove them from her mouth, moving to grip her chin. “Try again.”

“I-I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Arriana. Please. Please just let me come.” Her pleas tug at me, and before I can stop myself, I remove the blindfold, needing to see her. Her watery eyes stare up at mine, begging for an answer.

I search her gaze, stroking my thumb along her jaw. “I asked you earlier today and you gave me a half-answer. Baby…if we’re going to make this work, I need you to be honest with me. I can’t-” My voice breaks and I avert my eyes, gulping down the emotions.

Fallon reaches a hand up, gently brushing my hair back. “You can’t what?” She whispers.

I look back at her, finding the same desperate need for answers I have reflecting back at me. “I can’t come home one day and find you with your bags packed. I can’t go through losing you again. And the only way I can think to avoid that, to never lose each other again, is if we’re honest with one another.”

Her breath hitches, a familiar sorrow filling her expression at the reminder of the pain she caused when she left. I hate myself for bringing it up, but I can’t deny the truth. I can feel her pulling away again and I’ll be damned if I let her go this time without a fight.

“It’s not you.” She finally answers, her eyes closing. After several moments of silence, she opens them once more, a pain shining in the green pools that shatters my heart. “I-I think I might have a problem.” She admits, her voice breaking.

Moving my hand to cup her neck, I stroke my thumb on her pressure point, feeling her erratic heartbeat under my fingertip. “What is it? You can tell me anything.” She shakes her head, worrying her lower lip. I stretch my hand to pull her lip free, pressing my mouth to hers in a soft kiss. “Yes.” I breathe. “ Anything . I’m not going anywhere, baby. No matter what it is, I’ll be here. Just-just let me help you.” I can’t hide the broken plea in my voice, and I don’t know if it’s that or the gentle reassurances or the orgasm denial, but whatever it is, she finally opens up.

“I…I think I might be an alcoholic.”