Breathe for Me (The Langston Brothers Duet #1)

by Brittany Ann

“You wanna be a good girl for me? Hm?” he hissed. “Yes!” I cried, nearly there. “Then fucking come on your cowboy’s hand. Soak it.” Your cowboy.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he growled. “Give me all of it.” I whimpered. “Kiss me. Kiss me, please, kiss—”

“You aren’t leaving,” he said firmly.

“You aren’t leaving,” he declared. Before I could protest, I was up off the ground. He was carrying me—me—in his arms bridal style. My arms were around his neck as he carried me up the stairs. I looked to the spare bedroom, and he grunted. “Never again.”

“Warning, baby. If I put you in my bed, you stay in my fucking bed,”

“I don’t know, Val. All I know is that you were walking away from me yesterday and…that was something I didn’t like,” he looked up at me, his eyes scanning my face. “I shouldn’t want this—you. I should let you fucking leave and never come back but I can’t.”

I hadn’t kissed a woman in ten years. I never gave them my mouth, just my fingers or my cock. They would never face me, and no matter how much they begged for intimacy, I wouldn’t give it to them.

You didn’t let her go, my sweet boy. Now convince her to stay. You know how. You’re just scared. Let go of that fear, Denver.

I’ll take care of her, and you. Both of you, baby. Just let me. I didn’t say that. I couldn’t say that. It was too soon. Fuck it.

“Baby, you aren’t leaving. The second I pinned you to my barn, you felt this.” “What is this?” she cried. She looked away from me. “This,” I growled, grabbing her chin once more and forcing her to look at me, “is you and I being drawn to each other. This is me wanting you in my life, in my bed. This is you being a good daughter and fighting for your mom. This is us giving in.”

“God, fuck—if I leave, will you be here when I get back?” I asked her, growling in frustration. “I...” “Val, I got a man down there who needs me,” I reminded her. She nodded. I almost smiled. Almost.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, man. All I know is that I didn’t like seeing her walk away from me.” “You’re talking like she’s yours,” he said, stepping down from the porch. I turned Ranger to face the barn and looked at Mags over my shoulder. “That’s because she is.” Valerie was mine, whether she liked it or not. She was mine.

“Dad said you were leaving. I’m glad you didn’t.”

“We barely know each other. This is crazy.” He smiled again, stopping at the steps. “Life usually is, Valerie. Gotta live it.”

“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.”

“What are we doing, Denver?” “Fuck if I know, but damn, it feels good.”

Then, without breaking contact, he spun me, dropped down on the couch, and pulled me into his lap. My dress rode up my thighs, pooling at my hips. I put all my weight on my knees, refusing to drop fully down into his lap. He pulled away, looking up at me as one of his hands snaked into my hair. “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.

“Now,” he growled, attempting to pull me down further. I put my hands on his shoulders and shook my head. His features softened. “What’s going on? Am I hurting you?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” I said, my voice quiet. “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,”

“Enchantress, I can handle you. I was born to handle a woman like you, perfect for me.”

“Denver,” I breathed, my cheeks heating. “My boy is going to be home in just a few minutes, and then I have to make dinner for you both. But right now, I want to kiss the fucking shit out of you with your little pussy pressed against my jeans.” I dropped into his lap and his eyes darkened. “That’s my good girl.”

“That’s it. Rub that needy pussy on me,”

“Thanks for the kiss, baby.” Then he winked—winked.

“I’m not used to being taken care of like this,” she blurted.

“I know you aren’t, Val. I’m going to change that.”

“Stop looking at my mouth like that.” “I don’t think I’ve seen you smile before,” she murmured. “You just chuckled, and I saw a bit of it, but it was gone before I could enjoy it.” Fuck. Me.

“Do you regret it?” I asked, my heart in my throat ready to jump ship if he answered a certain way. “What’s that?” “Me.” He was quiet for a moment, his fingers playing with the bottom of my hair. “You were the last thing I expected,” he finally said, his voice rough. “I’m not a good man, Valerie.”

“Baby, you don’t stop, I’m fucking you on the stairs,” I warned.

“Been thinking about this body for weeks, Val.” I pressed my hips into her core. Her hands were in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp. I wanted her nails on my back. I wanted her marks on me. Only me.

“You gonna scream for your cowboy when he stretches your little pussy? Hm?”

“Tell me, baby. Use your words. You gonna scream for me?”

“This is what you’ve been doing to me, baby. Every fucking day, I woke up with fucking hard-on knowing you would be out there, waiting for me.”

Never thought my son would be a fucking cockblock.

“A beauty like you in my fucking bed, coming on my cock…that’s a perfect morning for a cowboy like me.”

“You’re a part of this now, Val. I want you with me,” I declared softly, my thumb stroking her skin.

She isn’t leaving you, my sweet boy. She will understand.

“You don’t get back in that fucking house, I’m going to fuck that gorgeous body until your throat is raw from screaming my name,”

Denver shook his head, chuckling again. “This isn’t a game, Val. I had to get away from you. I was one second away from pinning you down, spreading your legs, and ruining that sweet cunt.”

“You can’t handle a man like me, baby,” he sneered, turning his head away from me. “Too delicate. Too wonderful for a man like me.” “Ruin me,” I begged as if he hadn’t already. He had. Denver Langston ruined me for everyone else.

“I’m going to make you regret those words. You’re about to see the monster inside of me, Enchantress,”

“I should shove you down to your knees and fuck your throat for that,” he growled. “Eyes. On. Me.”

“Shut the fuck up and be a good girl,”

Then his large hands pinned me down to the saddle by my waist, and he thrusted inside me—to the hilt. He was so…big. I cried out at the feel of his balls against my clit. My legs began to shake as my body struggled to accommodate him. He pulled out and slammed back into me again, over and over, as he set a steady, unbearable pace.

“Your little pussy is squeezing my cock so tight. It’s like she wants me to stay,” he hummed, his voice rough with lust. “Don’t ever leave,” I breathed. “You want this dick inside you forever, baby? Is that what you want?” He slowed his thrusts as his rough hand reached under me so his fingers could stroke my clit. “Yes!”

“I’m yours, Denver.”

I pulled her head back by her hair, my lips finding her ear. “You have no idea what you’ve just done.”

“You see what you to do me?” She didn’t answer. No, she tilted her head up and kissed me.

“You’re going to take my cock like a good little slut, you hear me?”

“Look at you, spread out on a pile of hay with the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had,”

“So, God damn beautiful. It should be a fucking sin.”