Page 22 of All My Broken Pieces

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,ourhome.

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 gether, 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 mybra. 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.

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