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

by Brittany Ann

“I don’t want all your words to be lies. I don’t want—” Suddenly, a large, rough hand gripped my jaw and forced me to look up. My vision was filled with a powerful storm, unrelenting and angry, overpowering my emotional hurricane. Mason’s nostrils flared as his scruffy jaw jumped under his tan skin. “I’m going to kill him,” he promised, his voice filled with a dark promise. “What?” I blinked.

“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,” he growled.

“How do you—you—” “You told me you’re healing, Harmony.”

“Doesn’t take a genius to see it was a man who hurt you, baby. It was plain as day in the fucking hallway, just as it is now.” “You don’t know me,”

“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 ...

“Harmony, you weren’t part of my plan. Meeting you the way I did…baby, I was on my way back to my hotel room so I could get hammered and pass out when I heard your cry,”

“The second I saw you pressed against the wall, scared beyond comprehension, I wanted to shield you from him. Not just him, Harmony, but everything else in this shitty world. I wanted to protect you, make you feel safe.”

“Why?” I croaked. “Fuck if I know. All I know is that I gotta,” he growled as his lips slammed down on mine.

“Look at me.”

“You feel that?” he clipped, his jaw tight. My lips parted. He flexed his hips again, sending a wave of desire throughout my body. “Answer me.” I nodded immediately. He dipped his head lower, setting a hand on the wall above my head. “You like that?” he asked, softer this time.

“I need your words, Harmony. I need your verbal confirmation you like my cock pressed against you, that you like knowing what you do to me.” “Y-yes,” I breathed.

“Good,” he murmured as he pressed his lips aga...

“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.”

“The last time I was here, you told me you were healing. That tells me some fuckwad hurt you, and I’ve been thinking about that for the last week too. I told you I was going to give you time, but I need to know something, Little Song.”

He lifted his chin. “Do you want this?”

“I want those blues on me,” he rumbled. I looked back up to his face and again, I was struck by the pure beauty of him.

“Define this,” I requested, my voice raspier than usual.

“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.”

“That’s what this is, baby. You get me?” he asked, dipping his head to mine. “If you don’t want this, then say the word, and I’m gone.” “What if I want to come with you?” I blurted out suddenly, surprising not only him, but myself as well. His brows came together. “Come with me?” “What if I don’t want you to come back here to me because I want to be with you?”

“Look at me, baby. Won’t tell you again. We’re having a serious conversation, and I want those eyes on me,” he ordered. My eyes snapped up to his instantly, my cheeks heating at the tone of his voice. His rough hand came out to push a stray curl away from my face, holding my eyes as he replied, “You want to come with me, then come with me.” “It’s that simple?” He nodded once. “Yeah, it is.”

“Thank you for the tulips. They’re beautiful,” I whispered. “Don’t gotta thank me for anything, darlin’. Just give me a smile and a kiss,” he whispered back. “That’s all I need.”

“Mase,” I breathed, my voice shaking as my emotions swarmed through me. I was such a basket-case. A freak. A waste. “What’s wrong?” My cowboy sounded more alert, concern lacing his voice. “I—” My mind drifted back to Dr. G’s words. You don’t have to tell him everything right now. Just lean on him. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” There was rustling in the background, and I heard a door slam. “You at work?” “Uh, yes,” I answered, pushing up to my feet. “Stay there.” “Mason—” “Stay. The. Fuck. There,” he growled. The phone disconnected and I stood there dumbfounded. What the heck was that?

“You don’t control me!” I snapped, ready to fight for it, even if it meant letting go of the first man I cared for. “I am not some fucking bitch you get to put a leash on! No man will ever get that power over me again, and I swear to—”

“How dare you,” he seethed. I flinched. Lightning flashed in his eyes, and he growled, “You scared of me?” I didn’t respond.

“I would never lay a hand on you with the intent to cause you harm,”

“You’re scared of me? You have no idea how much you scared me when I answered your call,”

“You told me that you wanted this,”

He bent his head, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath sending tingles down my spine. “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.” Oh, God. “Mason, I—” “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.”

“Pains me, darlin’, you thinking I would ever hurt you. Thinkin’ I was anything like that monster who stopped you from singing,” he murmured.

“I don’t want to be controlled,” I whispered. “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.”

“You gonna let me take care of you?” he shot back, his jaw tightening again.

“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,”

“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.

“Few things to note, darlin’. I’m a man.”

“There’s gonna be times when I’m a dick, and I want you call me out on it. You did it here, but you also assumed I was the type of spineless man who laid their hands on women.”

“Forgiven, baby. Don’t think about it anymore. It’s over. Done. You don’t wanna be controlled, and I don’t want to control you.” Except for in my fucking bed. I left that part out. “I’m sorry for going in there and pulling you from your job. You enjoy it, you’re good at it, and I disrupted that because I was seeing red.”

“Get used to saying those words. This isn’t the last time I’ll piss you off. That’s the cowboy in...

“Cowboy, baby. I don’t do chick flicks.” “Oh, you’re watching it,” she declared. “It’s your duty as a human being to watch that movie.” I shook my head, scratching my jaw. “Rather eat dirt.”

“As much as I love standing here in the sunlight, your beauty taking my breath away as you tell me about some stupid chick flick, you need to tell me what you want to do.”

I whimpered again. “Fucking hell,” the cowboy growled through the phone. “You touchin’ yourself?” I cupped my breast fully. Oh. That felt good. Too good. I let out a breathy, quiet moan. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his voice rougher and deeper than before. My core spasmed, and I felt a different kind of wetness between my thighs. It was Mason. All him. I had nothing to do with this. I put the phone on speaker before setting it on top of the long-forgotten book. Persephone could have Hades; I wanted my bull rider. “Mason, I…I haven’t in a long time,” I admitted, ashamed. God, what he must think…

I wanted to feel pleasure. I wanted to make a gorgeous man to feel pleasure. I wanted to feel like a woman again.

“That’s alright,” he said softly, his voice void of judgment. My soul whimpered at his words, his acceptance. “Y-you turn me on, Mase,” I whispered, bringing my free hand to my other nipple, dusting my fingers over it and closing my eyes. He cleared his throat. “Tell me what you’re doing, baby,” he demanded gently. My fingers pinched a peak at his words. “I’m touching my nipples,”

“Close your eyes and do exactly as I tell you.” “But—” “Are you going to be my good girl or not?” he clipped. My good girl.

“Yes,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “I want you to hook your knee over the edge of the tub,” Mason ordered gruffly. “Spread yourself for me.”

“You spread for your cowboy, Harmony?” he asked, his voice sending goosebumps across my body. “Yes,” I rasped. “You still playing with your little nipples?” “Yes,” I replied, pinching the right one. My back arched slightly, my body resurrecting itself. He hummed, pleased with my answer. I liked that. I liked that he was pleased—because of me. “Don’t ignore that little pussy of yours, darlin’. She needs attention too.” Now, a whisper of doubt, sent by the monster, shot straight up to the surface, ready to whisper in my ear and ruin this.

“Take a hand and slide it down your belly, Harmony,” he growled. “I want to listen to you play with that wet cunt.”

Then, I realized I needed his words. “I—um, Mason, I—" “Touch your clit for me, baby,” he murmured. His voice. Those words. Exactly what I needed. Holding my breath, I spread my lips open, skimming my middle finger over my bud. Oh, goodness. Sweet goodness.

“That’s it,” Mason growled. “Again.” “Mason,” I whimpered. “Rub your finger in a circle over it, baby. Make yourself feel good. My good little song deserves to come,” he instructed.