Page 36 of All My Broken Pieces

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 andsucking 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 forheror 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.”

Chapter 14

Arriana

"I love you.”

The words repeat in my head on a loop. It’s the first time she’s said them since she left, and I don’t know what to do.

Is this a drunken expression of some deep desire? Or has she come back to me, where she belongs?

I can’t let myself hope for the latter, my heart won’t be able to handle that level of agony. To have the proverbial carrot dangled in front of me, just to watch it be tossed away again when the morning comes.

Peering down at her with a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes, I move my hand up to stroke her face. “Te amo, mi vida.” I murmur, my heart cracking open as she nuzzles my hand.

She smiles up at me, opening her mouth to say something when a loud buzzing fills the room. Her eyes dart to her phone lying face down on the coffee table.

Sighing, I push up, reaching over to grab it for her.

Fallon props up on her elbows, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before taking the cell phone. Her smile fades as she looks at it. I quirk an eyebrow, looking down to seeMomflash across the screen.

The phone stops ringing and she releases a breath of relief until it starts buzzing again. Her forehead creases as she flicks her eyes between me and the phone.

I cock my head at her, gesturing toward the device. “You gonna answer that?”

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