Breathe for Me (The Langston Brothers Duet #1)

by Brittany Ann

Lawson chuckled. “Look, Sheriff, we protect our own here, you know that. The way I see it, Denver claimed her. That means she’s one of us. That means—” “You fuck with her, you end up in pain,” Beau finished for him.

Caleb called out for me, and my soul liked that: a child’s voice echoing through this big, beautiful home calling out for me. I’d met him in the middle of the stairs, and I was stunned when his little arms wrapped around me, as much as they could. Instinctively, my hands went to the back of his head, holding him to me. Then, he looked up and said, “Dad said you were leaving. I’m glad you didn’t.”

“I didn’t mean to pry, it just slipped out. It’s none of my business. I know that. I’m the enemy.” “You're Denver’s, darlin’.” My heart skipped a beat, maybe two…No, at this point, it might be suffering from cardiac arrest. You're Denver’s, darlin’.

Lance continued, “This needs to be said though, and I know I’m the only one with the guts to say it. None of the other boys will, even though they all agree with me.” “What’s that?” A shadow passed over his face. “Mason Langston can go fuck himself and if he ever steps foot on Hallow Ranch again, I’ll kill him.”

“If you’re apologizing for not giving me a fucking kiss, then I’ll accept it, but for anything else, no. There’s no need to apologize, Val.” I blinked. “Kiss you?” He cocked his head to the right, his eyes dropping to my lips. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I did kiss you—” “Baby, I just got done with a long day of work. You sit on my couch in a pretty dress, I’m going to want a kiss.” His voice was deeper now, thicker, but somehow gentle. He leaned down closer, stopping when our lips were a centimeter apart.

“Want you on my lap,” he commanded, his hand at my waist, trying to urge me down. Suddenly, I was nervous. My skin felt clammy, and I didn’t want to be in this dress, on his lap. I wanted to be under a blanket. Hiding from the world. “Now,” he growled, attempting to pull me down further. I put my hands on his shoulders and shook my head. His features softened.

“What is it, baby?” He was being gentle and soft again. My stomach flipped as I looked away from him. “I don’t—I don’t want to crush you,” I admitted.

I looked over at him to find his hand on his jeans, shamelessly adjusting as he stared at me. When he was done, his thumb stroked my cheek. “Thanks for the kiss, baby.” Then he winked—winked.

She took a step forward. “I would like to help with dinner, please.” A chuckle left me. “That’s cute, but no.” She stared, mainly at my mouth. “Val, cut that shit out,” I warned. She blinked and met my eyes, confusion dancing in hers.

She's so cute!

He ran in and stopped by Val. “I finished it!” “Already?” she asked, her brows going up. I tipped my head to him. “Kid reads faster than anything. You got the third one ready to go, or are you taking a break?” He looked up at me. “Did you take a break?”

Aww

Aww

Fatty

In a flash, my phone was out of my hands and in one of Denver’s massive ones. He faced the screen. “Hello.” Silence. Then, “Holy Christ on a cracker.” “MOM!” I cried, my jaw dropping. I wasn’t sure if my jaw was dropping because of my mother’s outburst or the fact that Denver’s handsome face spread in the most addicting, spellbinding, way known in history. Denver smiled. At my mom.

“You are so fucking strong, Valerie Cross. You are a magnificent daughter.” My face crumbled. “Baby,” he murmured, pulling me into his lap. The swing began to move, and my face was buried in my hands, his arms wrapped around me.

“Dad!” Fucking hell. Cold water washed over me and apparently her. The heat between us faded as I looked to the ceiling. Never thought my son would be a fucking cockblock.