Sing for Me (The Langston Brothers Duet, #2)

by Brittany Ann

“You don’t know me,” I whispered, my voice shaking. His eyes softened, but not much. “I want to know you. I want to know the passions and secrets behind those mesmerizing blue eyes. I want to know everything that makes you smile. I brought you tulips because I saw how happy they made you at the Farmer’s Market. I stood in the shadows and watched your beautiful face somehow become even more stunning as you smiled. My eyes want to see that smile every fucking chance I can get. I want to know what makes you laugh; I want to drown in the sound of it. Hell, baby, I want to be the reason,” he admitted, his voice rough.

“This being the strong pull we both have to each other and don’t try to bullshit me like you did at the clinic. You feel this, Harm. You do, and so do I. This would consist of me going off to ride bulls and coming back here to you. This would be, instead of knocking on your door and taking the shit into the kitchen, I would press you against the nearest wall and kiss you until you were dripping for me as a hello. This would be, eventually, baby, you in my bed, taking my cock, coming on my cock, and loving every fucking second of it. This would be me taking you out and showing you off to every unlucky motherfucker who wishes they were me. This would be me meeting your friends and family. Now, I only have one friend—Eddie—and he is a fucking nut. I don’t talk to my family and never will again. So whatever holiday shit we gotta work out, we will go to yours, because mine isn’t a fucking option.”

“This is also, eventually, me getting down on one knee and putting my ring on your finger. This would be us starting a family, because I do want children, always have. If you don’t, I’ll learn how to deal, because that’s how much I fucking want you. That’s how much I want this, Harmony. You weren’t a part of my plan, but I have been thanking the heavens above every single day for hearing your cry for help.”

“You said you wanted this, Harmony,” he growled. “Gonna have to clue you in, seeing that fucker still has his claws in you so deep, you don’t know what’s standing right in front of you. Me. Let me erase that doubt you’ve got swirling in your head, doubt that fucker put there. You. Are. Mine. You’ve been mine from the moment I saw you in that damn hallway. Gave you time, Little Song, even gave you a choice. You said yes. You want me—you get all of me.”

“You gonna let me take care of you?” he shot back, his jaw tightening again. I looked down to our feet, feeling like a fool. “I don’t know if I’m even worth the trouble,” I admitted, my tears falling to the concrete. “Harmony Green, you are worth every ounce of trouble you throw my way.”

“I’m a cowboy, and we protect our own. You are mine. Therefore, I protect you. Simple as that. Don’t give a fuck who I’m protecting you from; if they hurt you, they deal with me. When I said you get all of me, you get all of me, including the cowboy. It’s who I am, Harm. Down to the bone,” he said, his voice fierce.

“I’m poison to cowboys, Mason.” He shook his head again, his throat bobbing. “How can you be poison when you’re my cure?” he asked.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, his fist tightening in my hair. He pressed my hand further into his crotch, against his erection. “This is what you do to me, Harmony Green. Fucking beautiful. Too damn beautiful, and the kicker is that you don’t even know it. You don’t know how beautiful you are. What a treasure you are, with your red curls, blue eyes, a smile that could blind a sorry motherfucker, curves that make a man like me believe in God, and the voice of an angel. You being in those stands tonight—for me and only me—not as a fucking fan, buckle bunny, or a person who wants me to fail, damn near killed me. You sitting there in this dress, supporting me, because you care about me…this is what that does to me. I can’t fucking think about anything but you,” he growled.

“I got you out of there because the second I saw you; I knew this wasn’t a fucking game. Not anymore—never has been to me, Harmony. You’re healing, and, darlin’, I respect that, I really do. You need space. You need a man who’s patient with you. You need a gentle man, one who will take you slow and sweet. I’m not slow and sweet. I’m hard and fast. I don’t make love—never have. I fuck. Hard.”

“God ain’t here, baby. If you wanted God, you should’ve stayed away from cowboys,” he ground out as he snapped his hips again, pulling out of me and thrusting back in. “Ironic, seeing as how your wet little pussy is the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever fucking felt.”

She remained silent, so I dipped my head lower. “I’m a hot-headed, bull riding cowboy, beautiful. I’m gonna say stupid shit. I’m gonna do stupid shit. Someone crosses me, I got no issues handing them their ass. Someone crosses you, I got no issues with going to prison.”

“Been fighting majority of my life, Harmony,” I whispered. “Fighting for my life. Fighting for my right to be here. Fighting to prove myself to someone who’s not even on this fucking Earth anymore. Fighting my past. Fighting my demons—yeah, I got ‘em. Fighting the cowboys who want me hurt, gone, or just plain dead. Now, I have you, and darlin’, I’m fighting for you. I’ll never stop, you have my word on that.”

“You’ve plagued my thoughts—my entire sense of being from the moment I saw you, Harmony Green. You have no idea how much you consume me.”

My bottom lip trembled. “I just—I didn’t want to be broken. For the first time in a long time, when we’re together, I don’t feel broken. I feel normal,” I sobbed softly, my body shaking. “I just wanted to be normal.” He remained silent. Then, he broke it. “You are anything but normal, Harmony Green,” he whispered. “You are a gift to me.”

I glared at her. “Sweetheart, I may be a bull riding star. My name may be plastered all over the tabloids, my bank account may be full, but make no mistake: I’m a cowboy down to my fucking soul. Cowboys don’t play games when their women are involved. Not only has this asshole messed with my woman, but he’s also fucking with my family’s land. He will get neither,” I promised, my voice dark.

The darkness inside of me smiled. “You want me to unleash on you, huh?” I growled, pressing my body against hers. She nodded, and my control snapped.