Page 62 of Before We Break Again
Halsey
I’m cradledin Santos’s arms, his warmth comforting, but I can’t stop shivering.Every time Dustin’s lips graze my skin, brushing so softly over my pussy as he cleans me, I feel a ripple of need stir inside me, even though I’m completely spent.My body wants more, even though I can barely keep my eyes open.I’m on the edge of falling asleep, but I don’t want to—not yet.Who knew these men could tire me out so much, and it’s only been the first couple of days.
Dustin’s fingers linger as he wipes me down, and I shiver again, trying to focus on Santos’s steady breath as he cradles me close.His lips press against my temple.
“Thank you,” Santos whispers, his voice soft but full of emotion.“You’ve been so good to me ...to both of us.Thank you for coming back.”His words wash over me, full of meaning, and I feel something stir deep inside as I sink deeper into his hold.
I didn’t think it would feel like this.When Dustin told me what they would do, how they would take me, I wasn’t sure.There’s so much we still need to fix, so much between us that’s broken.But when he ordered me to keep my panties off and wear a skirt earlier today, something inside me wanted to obey.I was needy, desperate to feel something between us again.Maybe I was hoping for more—hoping to ride one of them before the night was over—but I can wait.
The warmth of their bodies surrounding me should be enough for now, but it isn’t.My thighs still ache where Dustin kissed them, and the way his fingers moved inside me lingers in every part of me.The urge to feel them again presses down on me, but I can’t bring myself to ask.Not yet.My eyes flutter closed, and I give in, just for a moment, resting against Santos as Dustin pulls away, still feeling the heat of their touch all over me.
I stir slightlyin Santos’s arms, his warmth enveloping me as we lay sprawled on the oversized sectional in the living room.The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden hue through the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the tranquil lake outside.
The reflection of the water dances across the polished hardwood floors, giving the house a surreal, dreamlike quality.The modern design somehow manages to feel both open and intimate, as if the world outside is woven into the very fabric of this place.
A soft murmur catches my attention—voices drifting from the kitchen.I glance up, curious.Santos blinks slowly beside me, his eyelids heavy with contentment.“I wasn’t talking,” he murmurs, noticing my expression.“Must be Dustin.”
“Do you think everything’s okay?”I ask, sitting up gently, careful not to jostle his injured leg.
Santos stretches lazily, a soft groan escaping him, but he’s mindful of his movements.“Probably just him going over some thoughts or talking to Gavin.He’s always on the phone with him, trying to sort things out for us.”
From the kitchen, Dustin’s voice carries softly, but I can’t quite make out the words.There’s a contemplative tone to his voice, though, as if he’s weighing every word.I slide off the couch—the massive, comfortable sectional that practically doubles as a bed.It easily accommodates Santos’s six-foot-something frame and mine, but I can’t help but think that if his leg wasn’t hurt, Dustin might’ve joined us.The three of us, together, fitting perfectly.
“I’ll go check on him,” I say, wrapping a throw blanket around my shoulders as I stand.
Santos smiles sleepily, his eyes half-lidded.“I’ll join you in a minute.”
I shake my head, placing a gentle hand on his chest.“You shouldn’t.Remember your leg.”
He lets out a soft, resigned sigh.“I can’t keep resting forever, you know.”
“Doctor’s orders,” I tease, pointing at myself with a grin.“And since I’m the doctor, I get to boss you around.”
He chuckles, his eyes warm and affectionate.“Alright, alright.You win.”
Leaving him settled on the couch, I make my way across the open living space, the sleek lines of the furniture blending seamlessly with the natural beauty visible through the windows.The house is breathtaking—minimalist yet cozy, modern but with that cabin-in-the-woods charm that makes you want to curl up in front of the fireplace and never leave.The living room flows effortlessly into the kitchen, the absence of walls making the space feel even larger, the warmth of the setting sun spilling over everything.
As I step into the kitchen, I find Dustin leaning against the marble countertop, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand, one earbud in as he listens to something on his phone.He looks up when I enter, a gentle smile softening his features.
“Everything okay?”I ask, gesturing toward the earbud.
He nods and pulls it out, setting his phone aside.“Yeah, just finished talking to Gavin.”
“Anything important?”I move closer, curiosity tugging at me.
Dustin shrugs lightly, his gaze still thoughtful.“I had him running some errands for us.But more importantly, we need to hire a cook.As much as I’d love to spoil you with my cooking, I’m barely qualified to boil water.And our guy”—he gestures toward the living room with a playful smirk—“won’t be standing up to cook for a while.”
I laugh softly, leaning against the counter next to him.“I know how to cook, you know.”
He steps closer, the space between us disappearing as his arms wrap around me, pulling me into his warmth.His chest presses against mine, steady and reassuring, and for a moment, the world outside fades, leaving just the quiet closeness of this moment.His hand slides up my back, fingertips grazing my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as he holds me tighter.
Then, he dips his head, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, the warmth of his breath teasing against my skin.His teeth graze my earlobe ever so lightly, and it’s enough to make my heart stutter, a sharp inhale escaping me.
“Sure,” he whispers, his voice low, rough in the way that makes me feel like we’re sharing a secret.“But you’re going to be working, remember?I don’t want you stressed about cooking for us all the time.”
His words hum against my ear, but it’s the closeness, the way his lips linger just a moment longer, that makes my skin tingle.I can feel the tension in him, like he’s holding something back but wants to give in all at once.And in the softness of this embrace, in the way his arms tighten around me just a little more, I realize how much he wants to take care of me, in ways that go far beyond cooking or daily routines.
“I don’t start until next week,” I remind him, arching an eyebrow.
