Breathe for Me (The Langston Brothers Duet #1)

by Brittany Ann

“You are beautiful, Denver.”

“Was trying to stay away from you, baby. I didn’t want to you ruin you.”

“Ruin me, D...

“Milk my dick, Enchantress. Make it yours,”

Fear clawed its way deep into my gut and I knew one thing. I wasn’t the one who ruined her. She ruined me.

“Do you know why your parents named you Denver?”

“The city of Denver is where she met Pop. She said when they met, she was in the darkest part of her life. She didn’t go into detail, just told me Denver was the place where she discovered love wasn’t a myth. It was real. Denver was her happy place.”

“Gonna take care of you, Val. You’re going to learn how to be a good girl and accept that.” My voice was lower—rougher. “But—” I pressed my body to hers with a growl. “No fucking buts. You are mine. Do you understand me?” My head came up and I gripped her chin. “I take care of what’s mine, yeah?”

“I’m going to fuck that mouth,” I growled. "That mouth, that pussy, and that ass is mine.” “Oh,” she breathed,

“Good little sluts get all of their holes fucked,”

“Gonna need to have that cunt again soon, baby. Going crazy thinking about it.” “Denver. Your cowboys—” “I wonder if you would be quiet enough for me to fuck you while they’re downstairs…”

“My sweet, slutty pussy wet for me right now, Enchantress? Hm?” “Y-yes,” she uttered, breathless. “You want my cock?”

“Coming home to you, the house smelling good, and the washer going…” he trailed off, nestling his face in my neck. “Feels like a dream, and I’m terrified.”

“Terrified of what?”

“I’ll wake up and the dream will be over. You’ll be gone.”

I kissed him with the forgiveness he needed. I kissed him with the gentleness he craved. I kissed him with the love we both desired.

“Cowboys aren’t like other men. Cowboys live simply, fuck hard, and love with everything they got. Cowboys also don’t fucking share,” he said firmly.

“Dad, Beau called Jigs and said—what are you doing to Valerie?” Caleb asked from behind me. I tried to move but Denver kept me in place. He looked over my shoulder. “Kissing her, son,” he stated. “Why are you kissing her?” he yelled in shock. Oh, the mind of little boys. A chuckle came rumbling from Denver’s huge body. “Because I like her, bud.” “Can I kiss her?” Caleb asked. “Oh, goodness,” I hummed, burying my face in Denver’s chest, heat rising in my cheeks. “Only on the cheek, bud, and only if she’s comfortable with it.” My heart swelled. “Is she comfortable with you kissing her?” he laughed.

“Shut up,” he hissed, shoving my legs open. I didn’t wear underwear today, and he sucked in a breath at the sight of my damp pussy. He took off his hat and set it on my head. “Fucking starving for that cunt,” he clipped, dropping to his knees.

“Told him was going to eat lunch,” he stated, his gray eyes on my entrance. “Honey—” His hand shot up and he pushed me back. “Lie back, spread your legs, and let me fucking eat my meal,” he growled.

“Please, what? Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice gravelly and deeper than before. “I-I—” “This needy cunt wants to come on my face, doesn’t she? Is that it?” he asked softly, inhaling my scent. “Yes!” I cried. “Anything for you, Enchantress.”

“Shouldn’t fucking need you this bad. Should be satisfied with you coming on my face, but no. I need you to come on my cock for me, baby,” he hissed. I watched as he fisted his thick cock and licked my lips at the sight of it leaking. When he lined the head up to my pussy, I pushed up on my elbows. He reached for his hat and put it back on my head. “Don’t take it off,” he clipped, dropping his eyes down my body.

“Pull that dress down, Val. Wanna see those tits bounce while you take this dick,”

“Who does this pussy belong to?” “You,” I breathed, bringing my hands to my nipples. “You’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“Say it,” he ordered. “Tell your cowboy what you are, City Girl.” “I-I’m nothing but a dirty little slut,” I whispered, spreading my legs as much as he would allow. His hands snaked underneath me, cupping my ass. “You’re my slut, Valerie. Only for me, do you understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Give it to me or I will fucking take it,” he snarled. “Take it! Take it!” I cried, putting a hand on the top of his hat to hold it in place as he fucked me. He shifted me, and then his rough thumb was on my clit, circling slow. The contrast sent me over the edge. “Denver,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back. My pussy tightened around him, and I saw the Heavens again. “Enchantress—fuck! Jesus Christ!”

“I want to mark you,” he growled against my lips. “I want your body covered in my bruises and bite marks.” I whimpered, wanting that too. I wanted the whole world to know I was his and he was mine. “I want this little pussy filled with my seed every day.” My core clenched around him. “Yes!” I cried. “You gonna be a good girl and let me fill that cunt?” I nodded as my head fell back, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Say it,” he spat, pinching my clit. “Ah! Please!” He grabbed the back of my head and yanked me upright. The look on his face was downright feral. “Say the words.” I love you. “Fill me, Denver. That’s what I want,” I gasped. I love you. I love you. I love you. “Valerie,” he moaned, and that set off my third climax. He said my name like a prayer.

“That was before I fell in love with you, Denver.”

“Gonna fuck your throat first, then your cunt, Enchantress. Hands behind your back.” I did as he demanded, keeping my eyes on him. “Open.”

I didn’t want gentle. I wanted unhinged. I wanted passion. I wanted to scream for him. I wanted to choke on his cock as he lost control.

I brought my hands up to him, one cupping his balls and the other fisting the rest of him. His head snapped forward, and he yanked me away with a growl. He bent down, his upper lip curling. “Did I say you could do that?” “I wanted to—” “Are you not my good girl?” he hissed. I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes.” “Put your hands on my thighs. Tap me if it gets to be too much,” he ordered. I did as he said. “Your throat will take my cock until you agree to be good,”

“Such a good girl,” he groaned. Then he was gone, and I was gasping for air. I watched as he moved to a bag on the other side of the fire. My core throbbed as he pulled out rope.

“Fuck, I love tying you up,” he growled.

“Look at you, Valerie,” he rasped. He snapped his hips, pulling out and slamming back into my quivering, soaked pussy. “Look at you, filthy girl. You came here to take my land, and now you’re taking my cock.”

“Scream for me, Enchantress. Let every single soul, dead or alive, on this mountain know that you belong to me.”

“Never stopping, baby,” he hissed. “Smoke, please! Please!” “You begging for my cum, baby?”

“Need you to feel every single inch of me, baby. Feel what you do to me. Feel how well you take me. Feel how wet your sweet little pussy is for me. Feel how you tremble around me. Feel what’s happening right now. Feel me, Valerie, feel me. Just me.” “I do, I feel you,” I breathed, clinging to him. “Take me, Enchantress. All of me,”

“You are going to take every last drop of me on this forest floor. Do you understand?”

“I love you, Valerie.” Here, on the forest floor, a dark cowboy declared his love for an enchantress. Nothing would ever be the same.

“Lost my momma when I was just a boy.” “Oh, my goodness,” she breathed. I looked back up to the mother of the woman I loved. “I need you to know I’m going to take care of her,” I promised, my voice rougher than I intended it to be. I needed her to know that after she was gone and in heaven, because there was no doubt in my mind that a sweet soul like her wouldn’t be anywhere else, I would be there for Valerie. Her eyes warmed and filled with tears. “Sweetheart, I knew that from the moment I saw you on my phone screen.” “But I can’t protect her from the pain, Nancy.”

“Pain is just a part of life. Without pain, how does one grow?” I smirked at her. “Didn’t know I was talking to fucking Hallmark card.” “I didn’t know I was talking to such a fucking potty mouth,” she scolded playfully.

“I’m in love with your daughter, Nancy. That makes you family.” I paused for a moment, looking at the ranch. When I looked back to her, I said, “I take care of my family.” She didn’t say anything for a long time, and she didn’t have to. When she did, the pain in my chest almost became unbearable. “I’m just sorry I’m not going to be a part of it for long.”

“You are mine, Valerie. You belong to me. Your body is mine. Your heart is mine. Your soul belongs to my soul. Do you understand?” he asked, moving in and out of me slowly now. He ducked his head and began kissing my neck. I nodded, breathless. “Yes.” “I take care of what’s mine, Enchantress,” he whispered against my skin. “I can’t let you—Ah!” His hand was in my hair, yanking it back painfully. “I don’t give a fuck who’s in this house and who can hear. You don’t accept the fact that I’m going to take care of you for the rest of your life, I will punish you, and you won’t be able to leave the fucking bed tomorrow,” he warned harshly into my ear, slamming his hips into me. “Den—” “I love you. Fuck, I love you. Dammit, baby, let me take care of you.”

“You gonna let me take care of my family, or do I need to punish you?” Denver whispered, resting his forehead against mine. “Family?” I breathed. “Yes.” Tears stung my eyes. “I love you.” “That’s all fine and good. I love you and I love hearing you say that, but I need you to let me—” “Okay,” I said, kissing him again. I pulled away, “But I get to cook you dinner.” He shook his head. “Gotta feed my woman and fuck her every night.” “Do you just expect me to lounge around the house all day and do nothing?”

“Denver,” I whimpered, trying my best to protest but he felt too good. This felt too good. We felt too good. Thrust. “I.” Thrust. “Take.” Thrust. “Care.” Thrust. “Of.” Thrust and hold. “You.” “Then—then I want to cook dinner,”

“Three nights. That’s all you get. Now shut up and take this dick like the good, sweet, little, slut you are.”

“Val, help me! She just showed up and called my name. I don’t want to go with her! I want to stay here!”

“I ran down here to get help, but no one was here. I went into the bathroom to clean up the blood, but Valerie found me, and I didn’t want her to.” “Why?” I found myself asking. Caleb met my eyes. “Because cowboys don’t cry, and I wanted to cry then.” Oh, bud, how wrong you are. Cowboys cry. They just don’t let anyone see the tears. He continued. “She can’t be gone. Miss Nancy is getting worried. Val promised me something yesterday! So, I know she can’t be gone.” “What did she promise you?” She promised me things, too… His bottom lip trembled. “She promised she would try to love me like a momma should.” Fucking hell.

“Been a cowboy all my life, Mags.” I shook my head and looked up at the smoke rising from the trees around us. “I get it now, ya know?” I tightened my hold on the reins again, and patted Ranger, giving him the reassurance he needed. “Kings,” he snapped. “Love ain’t meant for cowboys. Because when a cowboy falls in love, not even the fires of hell could stop him from being with her.”

Go east, sweet boy.