Page 93 of All My Broken Pieces

I exchange a look with Cooper before gently nudging Fallon along. My heart races as each step brings us closer to freedom. Fallon’s hand in mine only further fueling my excitement.

The valet pulls up to the curb with Andrew’s truck, climbing out and offering him the keys. “Thanks, man.” Andrew slips him a few bills before taking his keys and gesturing for us to get in.

I peer over after Fallon, gently squeezing her hand. “You ready, baby?”

A pair of iridescent eyes shift to mine, a hint of a smile ghosting her lips. “Ready for what?” She whispers.

Humming, I run my free hand down her cheek, moving to cup the back of her neck to draw her closer to me. Placing my lips next to her ear, I breathe, “The rest of our lives.”

The drive to Fallon’s brother's home was uneventful, Fallon and I had joined Andrew in the cab while our brothers rode in the truck bed. I caught Fallon repeatedly glancing back at the two, an unreadable look on her face. I didn’t press her on it, allowing the silence to envelope us and give room for our thoughts.

I had a trip to plan after all.

Now we find ourselves loading up the few things she can’t live without, most of which happen to be books.

“Baby.” I sigh, looking over the multitude of boxes lining the bed of the truck. “Is all this really necessary?”

She levels me with a glare that has me holding up my hands. “I’m not leaving behind my special editions and signed copies. It’s not happening.” Crossing her arms, she angles herself protectively between her prized possessions and me.

I let out a small laugh, reaching forward and tugging her against me. “Okay, okay.” I concede, brushing her hair behindher shoulder. Dipping my head, I pepper kisses up her neck, moving to nip her ear. “You know I’d give you the world if you asked.” I whisper, relishing in the chill that runs through her.

She slowly unfolds her arms, moving to grip mine in her shaky hands. “I know.” Her response is barely a breath, but it’s enough to send my soul aflight.

Sliding my hand up the back of her head, I grab a fistful of hair at the base of her skull, jerking her head to the side to give myself better access. She lets out a soft gasp that turns into a moan as I suck on the pulse point in her neck, running my tongue over her sensitive flesh. “Fuck, I missed you.” I groan against her skin.

“M-me too.” She shifts her eyes to mine, unshed tears threatening to spill over. “I’m…I’m so sorry.” The first tear breaks free, sliding down her flushed cheek.

I watch the progression. Moving my gaze to hers, I lean forward and capture the tear on my tongue, licking away the evidence of her pain. “I know, baby.” I murmur, pressing my lips to hers.

This kiss is different than the fevered one we shared before. The connection of our lips like a reunification of ourselves.

She’s mine.

Sliding my hands slowly down her body, I worship every inch of her, swallowing her gasps and soft moans. My fingers dig into her skin, needing to further our connection. Gripping her hips, I lift her body, grinning against her lips when she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck as I press her body against the truck. “I love you,mi vida.” I whisper reverently before taking her pebbled nipple between my teeth. My lips turn up in a smirk at her quiet gasp, her nails digging into my back as I bite down through the fabric of her shirt.

“I-I love you too.” She whimpers, rolling her hips against me. “Please.” Her begging ignites the fire already burning inside of me until I’m no longer capable of thought, only desire.

“This what you need, baby?” I hum, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping my hand beneath the waistband to cup her pussy. She moans, her hands clawing at me, wordlessly begging in the most beautiful of ways. “Of course it is. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

I watch her closely as I shift my hand to slide my fingers under her panties and slowly circle her clit. Her head falls back, back arching and putting her perfect tits in my face. I groan, wishing I could tear the clothes off of her body and ravage her the way she deserves.

My finger slides through her wet slit, slowly pushing inside her needy cunt. I bite my lip at her quiet whimper, her pussy gripping me so tight I can barely move the digit. “So fucking perfect.Mi reina perfecta.” The praise is a reverent declaration on my lips. I’m in awe of having this beautiful goddess back in my arms. “Yo nunca te dejaré ir.Never again.” I vow, adding a second finger.

“I…” Fallon gasps, clutching my shirt in her hands as she grinds against me. “I wish I knew what you were saying.” Her quiet admittance has me pausing, the slight melancholy in her tone too much to ignore.

“Do you want to learn?” I study her intently, holding my breath as I wait for her reply.

I’d never thought to ask. Never imagined she might want to learn something to understand better, to understandmebetter.

Blinking open her eyes, Fallon smiles softly, moving her hands to cup my face. “Yes.” She breathes, pressing her lips to mine.

I gulp back the emotions, tightening my fingers still resting on her hip in an attempt to regain some of the control I’m losing.

Pulling back, she strokes her thumbs along my cheeks as she whispers, “I want to know everything about you, my love. All the good, all the bad. I want to knowyou.” My overworking heart stops and I find myself frozen in time and space. Fallon studies my expression carefully before arching her neck to place a soft kiss to my forehead. “You are mine and I am yours, Arriana. I never should have let you go. I never should have let anyone else’s opinions or words poison the way I felt about you.”

Resting her forehead to mine, she releases a heavy breath. “I never want to be apart again. I want to grow old with you. I want to go on adventures and talk all night. I want to learn the story behind every scar, I want to hear the story of you. Every good, bad, and ugly moment. Everything you’re ashamed of and everything you find pride in.”

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