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

by Brittany Ann

I wanted those eyes on me and me only, not the fucker who scared her. Fear had been dominant in her endless blue pools, and it was the last thing I’d wanted to see. I never wanted fear to be in her eyes, not around me. I wanted to see how bright her blue became when she was happy, to see how her pupils dilated when her body was overcome with desire, and t...

In truth, I only cared about the woman in the video, the one with flaming red hair and blue eyes. My mind drifted to last night, how I took my time drinking in her hair, her eyes, her pale, freckled skin, and her curves, wishing that we’d met under different circumstances. That woman had curves, mainly on the lower half, but—

His feet were dangling as he pleaded for mercy, but I was seeing red. Red like the color of her hair. He touched her. He fucking scared her.

If there was a lesson that needed to be given, my fists were going to be involved. It’s as simple as that, especially if it came to defending a woman, even more so a woman like her.

“Hurting women isn’t something I’m a fan of, Pam. You know that,” I reminded her. “Despite everything, you should know that. I’m a decent fucking human.”

“Pamela, do not put that on the news. I am not a bad boy with a fucked-up hero complex. That woman was attacked,” I practically growled at her. “That woman has been through enough.”

“How do you know what she’s been through, Mason?” Because I saw it in her memorizing blue eyes. Because I read her body language like a fucking book. Because she was holding onto that teal bottle like it was a fucking lifeline.

“The woman from last night.”

“I’m going to find her, and I need your help to do it.”

“Mase, what are you doin’?” he sighed. “What is she to you?”

Threatened? No. He would never hurt me; I knew that in my soul. I felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. A flame I had no business looking at.

“Why do you think that, Harmony? Why do you think you’re forgettable?”

“Because for so long, I wanted to be.”

“I think you should talk to him,”

“What?” I screeched, my eyes going wide. A smile tugged on her lips. “You said he was good looking, right?”

He was the first ray of sunlight that peaked through the clouds after a storm. He was a beautiful chord in a song that sent goosebumps across my skin. He was every note in the...

The week after the PBR incident, Mason Langston showed up at the private practice clinic I worked at.

I wasn’t hallucinating. He was there. In the flesh. An unfamiliar feeling of excitement rushed through me, but it quickly died when he didn’t even look at me. He never looked at me. I had been forgotten by the person I never wanted to forget me.

“You are stronger than your trauma. You are braver than your fears. You have blossomed over these last six years, and the progress you’ve made should be proof enough that you’re an incredible, strong, resilient woman.”

“Harmony, do you feel like you are deserving of love?” “Maybe,”

“I like that word coming from you. Maybe is good.” “It is?”

“It’s a hell of a lot better than no.”

“Cabe, are you asking me to go to the farmer’s market with you?” “Get dressed. I’ll be there in ten.”

“What?” I asked. He shrugged, a smile playing on his lips as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Love seeing your growth and strength, Harm,”

Love their friendship

I loved flowers. I wanted some in every room. These would go on the coffee table and in the music room. Flowers added some brightness to a room, and it was time I’d had some.

“Boy, rule number one: always get your woman flowers. Any time, any day. Just because. Flowers are a must in a house,”

My body hummed with glee. My nipples hardened. My body reacted to only one person, one person in my entire dark, messed up life. He was here.

There, standing in between the tents, in the shadows of the alley, was a tall, dark figure. He stepped forward, and I saw the outline of his cowboy hat. I felt his stormy eyes land on me, beckoning me to get lost in the storm with him, rain, wind, thunder, and lightning be damned. My watchful dark cowboy. He did remember me.

Unwell

“I know…I know we don’t talk about this a lot, but I am so fucking proud of you.”

“I love you, Harm. Billie and I both love you. You are amazing. You are worthy. You are strong—” “Cabe—” “Hush,”

I knew Mason Langston was staring at me. I knew those gray eyes were on me and nothing else. He found me.

My eyes on the cowboy, I remained still as a feeling of warmth washed over me, destroying whatever fear I’d felt a few minutes ago. I was…happy to see him standing there, staring at me.

My breaths came out shorter as my chest rose and fell, my nipples brushing against the cool glass. He didn’t move. Did he like what he saw? Did he like the wild curls I could never seem to tame? Did he like my wide hips, my pear shape? Did he like me staring back at him?

That night, I got the best sleep of my life. Because I knew that he was out there, watching over me. My dark cowboy.

I was addicted to her, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t know what I was even addicted to. There was something about this woman that I was drawn to. I’d never felt anything like it before. It’d been two fucking months since that night in the arena. For two months, I watched her. For two months, I tried to convince myself she needed me.

Seeing her. Smelling her. Touching her. Claiming her. I felt like a madman just thinking about her. I’d never felt like this about anyone, not even my ex-fiancée.

wanted to know how to make her smile. I wanted her to tell me who hurt her. I needed the fucking names of those who wronged her, hurt her, damaged her… I would bide my time, for now. When I wasn’t chasing my eight seconds of peace, I was chasing the high of her.

I wanted to know her name. I told Steve that I didn’t want it when he offered. I wanted her to tell it to me herself.

At night, after getting back from her apartment, my head would hit the pillow and I would see her auburn curls and blue eyes. Dreams of her haunted me. Dreams of her playing guitar in her sunset window calmed me. Dreams of the way she looked at me after I called her baby aroused me in a way I couldn’t explain. It also pissed me the fuck off.

There happened to be a Farmer’s Market downtown that day. I never expected to run into her and see another fucking man’s arm around her shoulders. In that moment, jealously boiled up inside me, its toxicity melting my insides as I watched her throw her head back and laugh. I wanted to hear that laugh. I wanted to be the cause of that laugh, not the motherfucker next to her.

I was a fucking psychopath when it came to my red-headed woman.

She was the most gorgeous, illuminating creature I’d ever seen. Her curls were everywhere, unruly and wild. She had on a flimsy little tank top I could easily rip off with my teeth. I felt like a sick fuck, watching her, but I just couldn’t stop.

She knew I was here, though; she could sense my presence. She knew I was looking at her. I could see the pink in her cheeks deepen beneath her freckles. There was a pull between us. Maybe that was the addiction, the way I felt when I was near her. I wanted this red-head with bright blue eyes... She was the first person I’d ever truly wanted.

My eyes drifted to my girl as she stood from her chair, a chart in her hands. Those blue eyes that haunted my dreams and thoughts were on the papers before her as she moved around the counter. My body tightened at the sight of her, like it always did. She stood tall, around five nine, curvy, her amber hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. My girl pulled that shit off. Fuck, it was cute.

My girl had the most luscious, wide hips I’d ever seen.

Fuck it. “Baby,” I drawled, my voice lower than it had been with her fucking boss. Her head snapped up instantly.

She didn’t scream. She wasn’t afraid of me. She just stared, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I didn’t want her scared of me. That was the last thing I wanted.

“Yes,” I answered, smirking at her. “Why?”

“You fuckin’ that guy from the Farmer’s Market?”

No one would use my girl like that. “Excuse me?” she breathed, her blue eyes going wide.