Page 8 of All My Broken Pieces

My eyes dart toward the hall, an uneasiness settling in my chest. Pushing it aside, I grunt, “Yeah, count me in.”

I can practically hear Andrew’s grin in his voice as he exclaims, “Great! You’re the best, Ree!” Rolling my eyes, I disconnect the call.

I swear there’s no way he’s in his thirties. The man acts like he’s nineteen half the time, and the other half? Well, let’s just say Killian isn’t the only one who can get a tad grumpy.

Rubbing my eyes, I chug the rest of the water and head into our bedroom to quickly change.

My mind keeps wandering back to Fallon’s face as she was finally about to share what has been eating her up.

I should go back, should go see what she wanted to say.

But I can’t.

A part of me knows I don’t want to know.

Hopefully by the time I’m back, whatever it was won’t be bothering her anymore.

I know it’s a pointless hope, but I can’t help but cling to it anyway. I’ve never been great at delving into the deep stuff, and I’m terrified that I won’t have the right words to work through whatever this is.

So, instead, I close the door behind me and pretend everything is okay.

Chapter 3

Fallon

I hear the door shut, signaling Arriana’s exit. My chest tightens at the fact she left without saying goodbye. It’s not like her and I know I’m the reason for the sudden change.

Staring blankly down at the page, I try to get myself to focus.

he thrusts his cock in deeper, the movements pushing me further up the bed. “Oh god.” I groan, clawing at the blanket.

“There is no god here.” He growls, slapping my ass and making me yelp. My cock bounces against my abdomen with each thrust of his hips. Reaching aroundmy body, he takes my shaft in his hand, stroking in time with his thrusts. “That’s it, baby boy. Cry out for me.”

My body responds to his praise, my balls tightening up at my impending release. “Oh fuck.” I gasp as

I rub my eyes, trying to focus on the story. I fucking love these two. Their relationship has been one of pain and love that sucked me in from the get go, but I can’t keep my mind on the hot as fuck sex right now.

It might seem a little strange that I would enjoy reading male/male romance, but my taste in romance doesn’t discriminate by pairings.

Love is love after all.

My heart aches at the thought, a part of me wondering why I can so easily accept that in my stories but not in my own life.

It’s not the same.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I close the book and set it aside, not wanting to ruin my enjoyment of the story by my sour mood. I push to my feet and slip on a pair of worn slippers before heading toward the door. Making sure to grab my keys, I lock the door and head toward the elevator.

My foot taps while I wait impatiently for it, a relieved breath escaping my lips when the doors finally ding open. I slip inside, pushing the button for the top floor and wait. Again.

Once it gets to the floor, I pound on the elevator doors, seriously regretting not grabbing my phone.

God, I’m so stupid sometimes.

The doors slide open to reveal a very confused Ava. Her expression changes from cautious to ecstatic when her gaze lands on my disheveled appearance. “Fallon!” She squeals, pulling me into her arms.

“What’s going on?” Killian’s voice echoes from down the hall.

Ava looks at me, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. “Give me one sec.” She whispers before darting down the hall.

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