Breathe for Me (The Langston Brothers Duet #1)

by Brittany Ann

Valerie

Denver

“Caleb,”

I kept my promise. Mason didn’t. Mason hasn’t stepped foot on this ranch in ten fucking years. All because of Cathy.

“I don’t have a moment and even if I fucking did, darlin’, I wouldn’t be givin’ it to you.”

There was a problem in our town, a toxic, sinister problem—nothing like the one currently perched on the hood of her rental car. No, this problem was a man, one who thinks he can take want he wants.

Hallow Ranch.

“Are you fuckin’ crazy?”

“Be a good girl or I’ll fuck you into one.”

“Woman, you saw me kill a man yesterday. I think we’re well past that,”

“Never judge a cowboy for his sins, sweetheart. Ask who wronged him first.”

Cathy was a dumb woman. She thought her pussy could give her the world and Mr. Moonie was fine with letting her think that.

Then, thirty minutes later, Mr. Moonie’s cock was in her mouth. He fucked her face violently, stroking her tear-stained cheeks as she looked up at him. He praised her and promised her the world as he released down her throat, and then he gave her two hundred bucks. Not for the blowjob.

Then Mr. Moonie called Valerie Cross ...

“I’m glad you were there for her, Dad. Not a lot of people get to be saved by a man like you,” he said, beaming at me.

“Anything else you wanna try today or is that it?” I asked, leaning against the house. “I guess not,” she spat. I unfolded an arm and waved. “Then get off my porch.” “You are such an asshole.” I winked. “Says the whore who made me one.”

“Hey, big boy,” she purred. “Rather fuck a cactus, sugar,” Mags said before looking at me.

“Don’t test me,” I clipped. “It’s Saturday night, Denver,” she stated, as if that was reason enough to be hammered and driving. “Don’t give a shit what day it is, Cathy. Jigs will drive you home.” “I hate you,” she spat at me. I closed the space in between us, glaring down at her, venom sinking into my blood. “Good, bitch. I fucking hate you, too.”

I knew there was a very strong chance I might have to kill a man tonight, especially if that man touched her. No one was allowed to touch her. Except me.

“Men like you don’t deserve to have dicks,”

“Men like you get raped in prison. You ready to be someone’s little bitch boy?”

don’t look at my woman. You don’t think about her green eyes. You don’t think about her pretty hair. You don’t think about her enchanting face.”

“You’ll stick around, or when I find you—and I will—I’ll rape you with barbed wire.”

“Baby, close those eyes for me.” “Den—” “Close ‘em, baby,” I demanded gently. When she did, I fired my gun, staring at her as I did it. She let out a yelp with each shot. One. Two. Three.

called me Denver in that alley. You called me Denver in my truck. You will only call me Denver from now on, is that clear?”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” “Baby, I’ll gladly take you over my knee if need be.”

Medicaid denies Mom every single year. Healthcare in America was jacked.

“Denv—” “Shut the fuck up,” he growled, his hand going to the back of my neck. Then he did it. He ruined me. His lips crashed against mine, his huge body, shoving me against the cab, pinning me to it as he pried my lips open with his tongue. His hot, delicious, tongue. My mouth fell open, letting him in, and I was kissing him back with the same urgency. I couldn’t control it. A sound ripped from him, causing my insides to quiver. It was rough, uncontrolled, dark…

“You leave me, so help me God, baby, I will hunt you down,” he clipped. “I will find you and take my anger out on that perfect, round ass of yours. You won’t be able to walk for a fucking month.”

“You move one fucking inch, I will take you over my knee,”

“What are you doing?” I whispered. “Not letting you go,”

“Can you take your hat off?” I asked. His eyes darkened. “You want my hat off, baby?”

“You call any other man that, I’ll make this ass red, baby,” he murmured. I gaped at him, my body trembling against the door. My eyes drifted to the kitchen, to the window above the sink. Then a chill ran down my spine.

“Good girls get cock, baby.”

“You aren’t a good girl yet,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing circles against my clit. Oh, God. “You said—you said you would fuck me into one.”

“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.

“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. But when Valerie was lost in ecstasy, begging me to kiss her…

“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.”

“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.

“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.

“You're Denver’s, darlin’.”

“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.

“That’s my good girl.” I kissed him.

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

Something snapped inside of me then. Something possessive—controlling—that scared the shit out of me. With a growl, I pulled her head back by her hair, my lips finding her ear. “You have no idea what you’ve just done.”

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

“Gonna take care of you, Val. You’re going to learn how to be a good girl and accept that.”

Do you understand me?” My head came up and I gripped her chin. “I take care of what’s mine, yeah?”