Page 89 of Before We Break Again
“Fuck,” Dustin groans, his voice strained with pleasure as he picks up the pace.“I’m so close.”
Santos’s hand brushes across my cheek, getting my attention, locking eyes with mine.“Come for us, baby,” he whispers in Dustin’s ear, his voice a low growl.“We want to feel you fall apart.”
I’m already so close, my body shaking.The way they’re moving together, the way Dustin fills me, the way Santos moves inside him—it’s too much, and I can’t hold on any longer.My orgasm crashes over me, my body tightening around Dustin, my moans filling the room as the pleasure overwhelms me.
Dustin groans, his hips slamming against mine as he reaches his own release, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes hard, filling me completely.Santos follows, his moan low and guttural as he thrusts deep into Dustin, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
We’re all tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths heavy and ragged as we come down from the high.For a moment, none of us move, the room filled with the quiet sounds of our breathing, the aftermath of our shared moment hanging in the air.
And then, slowly, Santos pulls out, his body collapsing beside mine as he presses a soft kiss to Dustin’s shoulder.Dustin follows, falling between us, and Santos’s arms wrap around both of us, holding us close as we lie there, spent but so full of love.
We’re together.Finally, completely together.
We’ll never be apart again.
Epilogue
Dustin
It’s beenthree months since we reached for something greater than ourselves and gave us a real chance—three months since the world learned that Halsey, Santos, and I aren’t just some messy love triangle but something far more profound.We’re three people in love, living fully, unapologetically.We’ve faced the questions, the stares, the relentless headlines, but none of it could shake the foundation of what we’ve built.The world may have tried to reduce us to a scandal, but we’ve always been more than that.Our love is limitless, rooted in something deeper than what anyone else could see.
And despite the occasional online gossip that flares up—rumors that we have to extinguish before they spread like wildfire—everything feels right.Perfect, even.Not that there haven’t been adjustments.Hell, there are still adjustments.There are moments of uncertainty, moments where it feels like the world is pressing too close.But the sky didn’t fall like I once feared it would.Instead, here we are, finding our rhythm, our balance.
And for the first time in years, I’m happy.Truly, deeply happy.
I lean over, pressing a soft kiss to Halsey’s bare shoulder, careful not to wake her.The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her skin.She shifts slightly, letting out a quiet sigh in her sleep, her breathing steady.
I pause for a moment, just watching her, feeling my heart swell with a kind of love I never thought I’d find.Love for her.Love for Santos.Love for the life we’ve somehow managed to build together.
Three months ago, I didn’t know if we’d ever get to this point—or any point.Everything felt like it was hanging by a thread, so fragile that one wrong move would break it.But now?Now I can’t imagine my life without them.Without this.
Every morning that I wake up next to them feels like a gift—like a second chance at something I didn’t even know I needed.That’s why I always wake up earlier than they do.To steal these quiet moments.To watch them breathe, to reassure myself that this isn’t just some fleeting dream.What can I say?I’m still a work in progress.My insecurities won’t vanish overnight, and even though everything’s good, that old fear of losing it all still lurks in the back of my mind.
My therapists and I continue working on that, one day at a time.And isn’t that what matters?
Santos stirs beside me, his arm draped over Halsey.His eyes flutter open, hazy with sleep, and he turns his head, catching my gaze.There’s a lazy smile that spreads across his face, the kind of smile that’s just for me, filled with warmth and familiarity.
“Morning,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep, soft and tender in the quiet of the room.
“Morning,” I reply, my voice just as soft.My hand reaches across Halsey, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Santos’s face.The warmth between us is undeniable, and in this moment, it feels like the whole world has narrowed down to just us.“How’re you feeling?”
His fingers trace lazy, absentminded circles on Halsey’s hip, his eyes flickering with a sleepy kind of contentment.“Better than yesterday,” he says, his voice low, still waking up.“Hopefully, I’ll be out of this boot soon.”He glances down at his foot, then back at me.“All depends on what the doctor says today.”
I nod, feeling a flicker of relief.Santos has been pushing through his recovery, but not so much that he has injured himself.Hals has been watching him very closely, even when she’s not part of his team.She’s too busy at the Baker’s Creek Hospital and the rehab center.Our girl is the happiest doing what she loves with a great boss and we just got her a couple of alpacas, which she adores.
Halsey stirs between us, her eyelashes fluttering as she begins to wake.She lets out a soft groan, stretching slightly, before turning to face us, her eyes still heavy with sleep.She smiles, her lips curving in that gentle, beautiful way that always makes my heart skip a beat.
“Mmm ...good morning,” she mumbles.
“Morning, love,” I whisper back, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead.The contact is brief, but she leans into it, her eyes fluttering shut again, a small sigh slipping from her pretty lips.
“Morning, baby,” Santos murmurs, kissing her cheek.
She smiles at him too, that same easy, effortless warmth that makes both of us feel like the luckiest men alive.
“What are today’s plans?”she asks.Her head shifts slightly on the pillow, her eyes now fully open, flicking between me and Santos.“Other than going to check on your foot, of course.”
Santos lets out a groan, rolling his eyes dramatically as he buries his face in the pillow for a second.“Don’t remind me,” he mumbles, his words muffled against the pillowcase.
