Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Halsey
The soft morning light 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.
Santos: You don’t need a job. You could just stay at home and take care of me for the next six to nine months.
Halsey: Ha, as if. Now, tell me what did you mean about playing games with Dustin? Or begging?
Santos: He’s a kinky bastard and likes to have people at his mercy, not letting them come until the sadist makes sure you’re about to burst with desire. Then and only then will he let you, but he gets to decide how.
Halsey: And you let him?
Santos: Only when I’m not in control. What can I say, I like to make him beg, too. It’s exciting to know he’s singing in front of thousands of people with blue balls wanting to fuck anyone in front of him but . . . I won’t allow him.
Halsey: That’s . . . You get off on that too?
Santos: Yeah. But I want you to know the rules and tell us what you like before he has you at his mercy.
Halsey: I’ll pass. You two can do whatever, as long as it doesn’t mess with my sex life.
Santos: So . . . All vanilla?
Halsey: I don’t think there’s anything vanilla when you’ve got two men and a woman naked in a room, San. I’m just saying I won’t be holding back anyone’s pleasure—or mine. Maybe you two can play without holding my needs hostage?
Santos: When he’s on tour or I’m in another state playing. I can already see it. You can peg him but I won’t let him come (insert evil laugh). He could fuck you and still not come.
Halsey: And how will you know?
Santos: I’ll be watching on video call, of course.
Halsey: You like to watch?
Santos: Yes, I love to watch. I recall you liking to watch too, baby. Remember touching yourself while Dustin was learning to suck my dick?
Halsey: And you still think we can have vanilla sex, ha.
Santos: We’ll have the sex you want, I just want to warn you because after last night it made me wonder if he’ll take it too far with you without you knowing what you’re getting into.
Halsey: He promised to pleasure me with his hands and mouth—no cock until we’re fixed.
Santos: Ugh, that sounds like I won’t be coming for a long time. Fuck, he’s a cruel man. I wish I’d been the one in control first.
Halsey: So you two have a power dynamic?
Santos: Yep, and it’s fun until you have blue balls and are begging the other one for some release.
Halsey: I’ll have fun watching you two. Now that we’re done with this conversation I’m going to shower and head for breakfast with Dustin. We’ll swing by the hospital after.
Santos: Just like that, you’re not going to touch yourself after our conversation?
Halsey: Maybe, but you don’t get to know—or watch. Something tells me you’re the one with blue balls right now, and I’d hate to see you suffer. I’d kiss them better, but I have a feeling you’re not allowed.
Santos: You’re a cruel woman.
Halsey: Not really, but I might have a little fun with the two of you. Miss me, San.