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“Stop,” I order, my voice rougher than I meant it to be.
He laughs, low and mocking.“How fun would it be to stop now?”he taunts, the edge in his voice unmistakable.“I like knowing how needy your asshole is for me.How much you want to give me your cum.Tell me, baby, do you want me to swallow it?Or do you want to put it inside me?What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I admit, the words coming out raw, desperate.So fucking desperate.“I want you to fuck me while I’m making love to her.While I’m inside Halsey.”
He chuckles again, completely in control.“Now remember that feeling,” Dustin says, his tone shifting back to that teasing, commanding edge, “but don’t you dare come.Not until I let you.”
The call ends abruptly, leaving me sexually frustrated.But weirdly, the pain in my leg is forgotten, as is everything else—my future, my fears.All that’s running through my mind is the fantasy of Halsey, her mouth emptying me completely, and me being the one in control, the one who doesn’t let Dustin come.Maybe I’ll even cage his fucking cock until he’s begging for mercy.The thought makes me grin.
And then there’s Halsey—God, I can see her now, her taking control, pegging him while I watch, while he squirms, but not letting him come.Yeah, that would be something.We’d flip the power between us, keep each other on edge.
We’re a pair, Dustin and I, but can we be a throuple—with all our kinks and complications?I wonder if we can balance it all.Can we give Halsey what she needs while keeping this chaotic, perfect mess we’ve created?
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Halsey
The soft morninglight filters through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room, but the warmth I feel isn’t just from the sun.I stretch, the sheets slipping down my bare skin, and for a brief, blissful moment, I forget everything.Then reality tugs me back, the buzz of my phone vibrating on the bedside table pulling me out of my haze.
I sit up slowly, the covers pooling around my waist, and glance at my phone.Missed calls.Texts.The remnants of last night still lingering in the air like a half-forgotten dream.I swipe through the notifications, and the first voicemail hits me like a splash of cold water.
It’s from Hayes Aldridge.Santos is doing well.He’ll be able to go home tomorrow.Relief washes over me, but it’s quickly followed by a rush of something more.It’s not just about Santos going home.It’s about everything that happened between Dustin and me last night, everything that’s still unresolved.
The next voicemail, though, sends a chill down my spine.My mother’s voice, stern and confused.“What in the world did you do?Why did you quit your job?Your boss said something about options and finding yourself in Oregon.I hope you know what you’re doing but if you do something stupid, Halsey,” she rants, then pauses.“So help me God, you’ll be erased from my life.”I knew this was coming, but it still feels like a gut punch.I sigh, knowing that conversation will be unavoidable, but not today.Not right now.
Then come the texts.My heart skips when I see Dustin’s name.Call me when you’re ready for breakfast ...or if I can have your pussy for breakfast instead.Are you good at eating cock, baby?I remember when you started trying, but my dick wasn’t as big or thick as it is now.I can feed it to you if you want.
His words jump off the screen, making my cheeks flush.The memory of last night comes rushing back—his hands on me, his promises.He didn’t take things further, didn’t rush, but the intensity of his touch still lingers on my skin like a brand.
He said he’d give me all the pleasure I wanted, but there was something in his voice, something that told me his cock wouldn’t be part of that equation anytime soon.
I bite my lip, feeling both the anticipation and uncertainty teasing me, making me already needy for him—for them.Dustin plays his games, but there’s always more behind the flirtation.My fingers hover over the phone, debating whether to respond right away or let him wait.But then another message catches my eye.Call me.I need to know you’re okay.His text is simple, direct.
Dustin’s teasing words, Santos’s quiet request, my mother’s stern warning—it all swirls around me like a storm.And underneath it all, there’s a part of me that’s still processing what last night meant, not just for me, but for all of us.
I exhale, trying to clear my mind.Who do I call?Who is the lesser of both evils?
Santos.I press his name and hold my breath as the line rings.
“Not the best time,” he mumbles when he finally picks up.
My heart tightens just a little, hearing the exhaustion in his voice.“Everything okay?”I ask, hoping I don’t sound as concerned as I feel.
“Yeah, I’ve got a couple of specialists going through some stuff.Can I call you later?”
“Of course,” I say, biting back the need to keep him on the line.“I’ll tell Dusty I should be ready for breakfast in thirty.”
There’s a pause, and I can hear the familiar edge in his voice when he responds.“Don’t fall for his games.If you do, he’ll have you begging before you know it.”
I laugh softly, though there’s a flutter in my chest at the thought.“Games?”
“Yeah,” he says, his voice laced with something between a warning and affection.“I really need to go, baby.I’ll text you later.”
Before I can respond, the line goes dead, leaving me sitting there, phone in hand, wondering which of them is really playing the game this morning—and which of us is going to lose.
Santos: I decided to go to Baker’s Creek for treatment.
Halsey: Good, I’ll reach out to Dr.Aldridge, send him my résumé, and hope he’ll hire me.
