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

by Brittany Ann

“You wanna know why your body reacts this way to me?”

“Because you belong to me,” he hissed, dropping his finger down and pushing inside me.

A broken artist and a broken cowboy, lost in a storm we never wanted to end.

“Wanna hold you down while I fuck my little pussy, baby. You gonna let me do that?” His fingers pull out and then they were on my clit. “Mase,” I pleaded, my voice raspier than usual—damn near trembling—as he began to rub in circles. “Yes or no?”

“Let’s get one thing clear, right the fuck now; I am the only one for you. Do you understand? That fucker—the one who hurt my little song—he doesn’t get this. He isn’t between you and me, Harmony,”

“You don’t talk about any other men when you are with me, not like this. Not when you are spread open for me like a damn goddess, willing to give me something precious.” He reached for me and yanked the front of my dress down roughly, my breasts spilling out, my nipples hardening even more in the night air.

“Oh, goodness,” I gasped, my eyes closing. “You belong to me now, darlin’,”

“Not fucking you until you say it, Harm.” His voice was different now, not soft by any means, but I knew he was trying to be gentle. His control was about to break, and he was still thinking of me—making sure that I consented. When my eyes met his, I knew what to say—down to the depths of my broken soul. “I’m yours, Mase.”

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

“Mine.” “Yes,”

“My good little whore gonna come for me already? Huh? She gonna soak my cock?” he asked roughly. Whore. His whore. Only his. “Mase!”

“You feel so fucking good, baby. This tight pussy is gripping me so hard, not wanting me to leave.”

“You had to call and play with your needy little cunt for me, didn’t you? Wanted to tease me, show me what I left behind, how badly you wanted my cock,”

“That’s how badly you wanted me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I gasped, holding on.

“You gonna give me what I want?” he demanded, his voice rough, deeper than ever before. “Always,”

I fell forward, my head hitting his chest as my heart still soared in heavens above, my body still trying to recover from the pleasure. My eyes remained closed, and my ears were filled with a wonderful beat, a steady rhythm. Mason’s heartbeat. The most beautiful song ever written.

“I can—" “Darlin’, no offense, but you just took my cock, milked it like it was your fucking purpose in life, and told me I was yours. You’re staying with me tonight,”

“You want nice, then you get your ass in my fucking bed. You don’t, and I’m going to be an asshole. Laid it out for you, baby,”

“But—” “Do you honestly think I would take you and leave you?” I spat. “I’m not that kind of man.”

“I haven’t slept with a man in six years,” she blurted, her eyes going wide. She didn’t mean to tell me that. A slip up. My features softened, my red-hot anger dimming a bit. “Know it’s been a while, darlin’. You told me that.”

“No, you misunderstand me. I’ve been sleeping alone for the last six years. I don’t—I don’t know if I will—”

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Harmony. You are the one in control here, not me. You don’t want to sleep together, then I’ll take the couch. Regardless, I want you with me tonight—in this room.”

“No, no, Harmony. None of that,” I whispered.

Her blue eyes watered, tears filling them. I knew she was working through a lot of emotions, I knew she was healing, and I also knew I just claimed her in a very exposed way not even an hour ago. I told her she deserved a patient man, a gentle man, and I wasn’t that kind of man. That changed the second I was inside her. She was mine, and I was hers. She’d been mine for months. I was in too deep to turn back now, and this journey to her heart was going to be a long one.

“You don’t have to tell me tonight, but at some point, I need to know about your past.” She inhaled deeply before answering. “She’s my therapist. She specializes in trauma victims, mainly victims of domestic violence.”

“Okay, baby.” Her brows came together, confusion washing over her face. “That’s it?” “For now. Tonight is ours, like I said, and that fucker isn’t going to come between us. When you decide to tell me, we’ll sit down and talk about it. I do need to know something, though, okay?” “What?”

“Do you have any triggers when it comes to sex?”

“I loved every second of it,” she cut me off, her raspy voice gentle. Fuck me. “You’re perfect.”

She flinched at my declaration, and I stilled, cold washing over the hot rage. I immediately released her. My girl just flinched.

“Don’t call m...

“That word is no longer in my vocabulary,” I assured her. “Ne...

“Gonna touch you now, Harm, okay?” My voice was soft, low, gentle as I closed ...

My lips moved with hers, promising her something she didn’t ask for. I was going to kill him. My hands would be tainted with his bloo...

She was a work of art, made just for me. “Fuck me, baby,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “I—um—if you want—I can change,”

“Look at me, Harmony,”

“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.”

“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.” “Mason—” “Been fighting majority of my life, Harmony,”

“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 ...

“You’re wearing my shir...

“No other woman has gotten to wear my shirts, Harm. Gave it to you for a reason. So don’t you dare think you have walk on eggshells around me...

“This was supposed to be a happy tri...

“Having the time of my life being wit...

“Get in bed. Gotta shower and I’ll be...

“Nothing’s ever gonna hurt you again. You’re safe with me, Harmony,”

“Mason?” His voice caused my chest to ache, but I pushed through it. “Don’t have much time,”

“Mason, we need—listen—Denver—” “Don’t,” I warned, my voice low. “Didn’t call for that.”

“Alright, Mason. What do you need?” I braced a hand on the nearest wall and bent my head. “Tell me again.” “Mason…” “Say it, Jigs,” I begged,...

“So fucking sweet,” he murmured as his gray eyes scanned my face. “Say it back.” His features softened. “Good morning, Little Song.”

“Hey, where did you go?” he asked, his fingers gripping my chin. I blinked, shaking my head. “I was just thinking about how much I’m going to miss you.” A shadow fell over his handsome features, and he pushed himself up on his hands, hovering over me. “I don’t have to go,” Mase whispered.