Page 83 of Before We Break Again
“What about the bodyguards?”I ask, a bit more serious now.“It feels ...a little extra.”
“Give it a few weeks,” Dustin replies smoothly, leaning against the arm of the couch, his casual confidence wrapping around us like a blanket.“In the meantime, we’ll have to sleep in the main room.It’s got the biggest bed, and it’s on the top floor.If we forget to darken the windows, no one will see us.I wouldn’t want pictures of that show.”
Halsey claps her hands together, her eyes sparkling with mischief.“Ooh, what’s there to see?What kind of show are we watching?”
Dustin’s smirk deepens, his eyes flickering with that familiar heat.“That butt plug you’ve got in should be a good indication of what’s happening tonight, baby,” he says, his voice dipping low, sending a thrill through the air between us.
And I’m so looking forward to it, to us.
ChapterForty-Three
Dustin
After dinnerand hanging out in the media room, we decide to call it a night.We leave the bodyguards downstairs.The three that are staying have rooms in the lowest part of the house.I hope they don’t need anything and that no one tries to trespass tonight.
Tonight is important for us.It’s the culmination of us, finally the three together.We’re in the upstairs room.The large bed dominates the space, its size enough to hold all three of us comfortably.Tonight, though, comfort is the last thing on my mind.It’s about control, about savoring every second, every inch of her and him.It’s about surrendering myself to them.
I stand in front of Halsey, my fingers tracing her collarbone lightly, my touch deliberate, measured.Santos is behind her, his hands resting on her waist, but his eyes are on me, waiting for direction.Tonight, I’m the one in charge—as long as I’m not an asshole.
“Let’s undress her, but we have to take our time,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear.“One piece at a time, baby.I want to peel you like you’re a present.Our perfect present.”
She shivers as I grind my teeth in her earlobe.“You’re going to be patient, aren’t you, baby?”
She nods, her breath already coming in shallow pants, anticipating what’s to come.I reach for the hem of her shirt first, pulling it up slowly, teasing her with the pace.Her skin, soft and warm, is revealed inch by inch.I let my fingers linger, brushing against her stomach before lifting the shirt over her head.
Santos moves in sync with me, his lips pressing gentle kisses along her neck as I peel away her clothes.We’re deliberate—there’s no rush.I want her to feel every second of this, to understand that she’s ours, completely.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.So, so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, sliding her bra strap down her shoulder, my thumb grazing her soft skin.“You’re doing so well for us.”
Her eyes flutter closed as Santos’s hands roam down her back, his lips finding the curve of her shoulder while I work on removing her bra.It slips down, exposing her to us, and I take a moment to just look at her—at the way her chest rises and falls, her nipples hardening under our attention.
I lean in, my lips brushing across her collarbone before I kiss lower, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, savoring her taste.“Santos,” I murmur between kisses, “suck on the other one.”
Without hesitation, Santos lowers his mouth to her other breast, his lips wrapping around her nipple.We work together, both of us on her, kissing, sucking, teasing her breasts until her gasps turn into soft moans, her body arching toward us, her hands gripping my shoulders as she loses herself in the sensation.
“You’re so beautiful.So fucking beautiful ...and ours,” I murmur against her skin, my voice soft but filled with possessive affection.My fingers trail down her side, grazing her waist, sending a shiver through her as I reach for the button of her jeans.“You want more, baby?You want us to keep going?”
She nods frantically, her breath hitching, her body responding instinctively.Her lips part, and for a moment, her eyes flicker with vulnerability, something raw that pulls me in even more, making my desire for her surge.
Slowly, deliberately, I unbutton her jeans, sliding them down her legs, savoring every inch of exposed skin.Each kiss I place along her thighs feels like a promise, as if I’m telling her with every touch just how much she means to us.
Santos is right there with me, his hands steady, gently guiding her out of the last piece of clothing, his eyes never leaving her.We’re both caught in this moment, this shared reverence for the woman in front of us—her trust, her beauty, her strength.
As she stands there, bare before us, I take a step back, needing to fully take her in.The way she looks at us, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted, her body trembling ever so slightly under our gaze—it’s breathtaking.There’s no hesitation, no doubt.She’s ready, completely and utterly ours, and it makes my heart pound with a mix of emotions that I can’t quite put into words.Love, lust, adoration ...they all blur together, overwhelming in their intensity.
“Watch our girl, Santos,” I say, my voice soft but filled with meaning.“Isn’t she beautiful?”
I take a step closer to her, running my hand gently through her hair, guiding her attention to me.“Kneel, baby,” I command softly, my voice thick with anticipation, a quiet edge of authority weaving through it.Her eyes flick up to meet mine, dark and hungry, and she obeys without hesitation, sinking slowly to her knees in front of me.
Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach for my jeans, undoing the button with a sense of urgency that makes my pulse race.The sound of the zipper sliding down feels loud in the quiet room, the tension between us thick enough to taste.She pulls the denim down, exposing me, her eyes widening just a fraction as she licks her lips, like she’s already imagining what’s coming next.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, running my thumb across her bottom lip, watching her every move.“You’re going to suck me like the greedy girl you are, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t answer with words—she doesn’t have to.Her gaze says it all as she leans in, her mouth hot and soft as she takes me between her lips.The feeling of her tongue swirling around the tip sends a shock wave of pleasure through me, making me groan, my hands tangling in her hair as I guide her, letting her set the pace.
Her mouth is warm, eager, and she takes me deeper, inch by inch, her hand wrapping around the base as she works me over with an almost desperate hunger.I can feel her moan around me, the vibration shooting straight through my core, and it makes my hips buck slightly, pressing into her, craving more.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice a ragged whisper as I watch her.“You love this, don’t you?Being on your knees for me, taking me as deep as you can.”
