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

by Brittany Ann

I needed the fucking names of those who wronged her, hurt her, damaged her…

There’s my girl.

“My name is Harmony,” she said softly. Of course, it was. She was the song running through my head for months, over and over, like a broken record. I couldn’t get enough.

“Mr. Langston—” “Mason, baby. Call me Mason,”

“Little Song, I will spank that ass if you call me Mr. Langston again,” I growled.

“Okay, baby,” he muttered. Baby. My stomach flipped again, excitement buzzing throughout my body.

“I open doors for you, got me?”

“This is the first of many dinners for us. There are things we need to discuss, baby. A lot of those things center around the way you reacted that night at PBR and the bottle in your arms,” he said lowly, tipping his hat. “I’m not going to push you, Little Song, but you need to know you’re safe with me.”

“Darlin’ you’ve done something to me because I can’t seem to get you out of my head.”

“For a woman like you, that ain’t nothin’. Now come on, you have to feed me.”

“If it’s you, yes. Anyone else, fuck no,”

“You a woman who likes trouble, Little Song?” “Only your kind of trouble, Mason,”

“You’re safe with me, baby,”

“Mase, more.” Mase. She called me Mase. “Fuck, baby,”

I miss you, gorgeous girl.

“I’m going to kill him, Harmony. That piece of shit, whoever the fuck he is, I’m going to kill him for what he did to you,”

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. His thumbs stroked my cheeks. “I want to know the name of the mother fucker who hurt my little song, who made her afraid to sing.”

“Right, gonna cut through the bullshit now, so we’re on the same page. Truth is, Harm, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with you, but all I know is that whatever this is, I don’t want it to stop. For the past week, I’ve looked forward to your texts and calls. For the past few hours, I’ve been holding myself back from barging in here just to be near you. I’ve been back in Houston since three this morning and the first place I wanted to go was here, with you.”

“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.

“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 needed me, and I came, baby. I’ll always come. Don’t give a fuck who I gotta go through. You call, I come.”

You. Are. Mine.

“You’re free with me. You just gotta trust me,” Mason promised. “My sweet girl called me, something in her voice told me something was wrong, and I came. Didn’t think anything of it. Just needed to get to you.”

“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,”

“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.

“Why aren’t you riding?” I asked, my brows going up. He scoffed. “Because I have a gorgeous woman on the phone telling me she’s in the bath reading a book.”

Persephone could have Hades; I wanted my bull rider.

My good girl.

“Be my filthy girl and come for me,” he whispered.

“I should be the one thanking you.”

“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.

“God ain’t here, baby. If you wanted God, you should’ve stayed away from cowboys,”

Regardless, I want you with me tonight—in this room.”

“You can say anything to me. You’re mad, you let me have it. You’ve done that a few times already, so don’t stop. You’ve got a problem, you voice it. You’ve got a question, you ask it. Nothing is off the table with me. You are safe with me. Under no circumstances, do you have to walk around eggshells with me.”

“Lie back and let me eat my breakfast, darlin’. That’s all you have to do.”

“She stays under my roof. Nowhere else.”

“Goddammit, I want to see my favorite shade of blue, darlin’.” I took off my hat, sitting it down beside me. “Let me see you. Please, Harmony. I need it.”

Harm’s face split into a glorious smile as a raspy, intoxicating giggle burst from her sweet mouth. My throat thickened, my chest tightening again. Without a second thought, I took a screenshot, needing to capture this moment forever.

“You are anything but normal, Harmony Green,” he whispered. “You are a gift to me.”

“When you call me that, I feel safe.” When you call me baby, I feel desired and beautiful. When you call me Little Song, I feel loved.

“I would put a bullet in my mouth or purposefully loosen my grip on the bull rope so that fucker could kill me before I ever laid a hand on Harmony Green with the intention of bringing her pain.”

Every word from her mouth was pure music, a gift. Even if it was painful, I still wanted to hear it. Her song.

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,”

“Then you take care of her,” she ordered, holding my gaze. “With everything you have.” “With everything I have,” I promised, “Starting with my last name.”

“Who the hell is that?” Denver asked. Everything. She’s my everything. My eyes hit Valerie for a second before going to my brother’s. “My wife,”

throwing her blanket on the center console to reveal her navy-blue romper with sunflowers on it. It was my favorite on her, one of the outfits I’d gotten for her in Spain.

“You boys got three seconds to peel your eyes off my wife before I rip them out with my fucking fingers and shove them down your throats,”

“Damn, Mason. How in the hell did you land a woman like this?” Jigs asked. It wasn’t a joke. He was being completely serious. “I try not to question God’s blessings, old man.” A large, warm hand landed on my lower back. “Sit, baby. Please.”

“Baby, you have no idea what I feel around you. You have no idea the restraint I’ve had to exhibit around you!”