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

by Brittany Ann

“Need to hear you say the words. If you don’t, I’m going to go after him.”

Her desperation smelled like a rotting corpse. My girl was sitting at her desk, typing on the computer, her water bottle beside her.

His lips twitched, and amusement filled his eyes under his cowboy hat. “I open doors for you, got me?”

I didn’t close my eyes. Even though I didn’t hear their screams, their blood lingered in my nightmares, coating it.

All I cared about was this, right here, this kiss that seemed to stop time. Harmony, my little song, kissed me back, giving herself to me. It was the greatest gift I’d ever received, and it was just a kiss.

“I’m going to kill him,” he promised, his voice filled with a dark promise.

Mason surrounded me, raging and intoxicating. “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.

“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.”

“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.”

“Your woman?” I breathed, my hand drifting to the center of my chest. I didn’t even know what he just asked me. All I could focus on were those two little words. “Been over this, darlin’. Yes, mine,” he damn near growled.

“Fucking hell,” the cowboy growled through the phone. “You touchin’ yourself?”

“That was a gift,” he told me, his voice thick. “I should be the one thanking you.”

“Another thing, baby; when I set you on my truck—you stay on my fucking truck,” he growled, releasing me and lifting me in one second. All I could do was stare as he plopped my ass back down on the tailgate, the cool metal against my thighs sending a shiver through my body.

“This cunt is mine, do you understand me?”

“Oh, God!” A dark chuckle came from him as his rough hands snaked under my ass, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he lifted my hips. “God ain’t here, baby. If you wanted God, you should’ve stayed away from cowboys,”

“Brace yourself, Little Song.” He didn’t give me a chance to brace. He didn’t give me a chance to even breathe before he began fucking me.

“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,”

Blinding, blood red rage filled me as the darkness tried to take over. No, keep it together. For her. Don’t scare her.

“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.”

Someone crosses you, I got no issues with going to prison.”

Now, I have you, and darlin’, I’m fighting for you. I’ll never stop, you have my word on that.”

“Mason, I’ve never done this—I mean—I don’t—” He lifted his head, smirking at me. “Lie back and let me eat my breakfast, darlin’. That’s all you have to do.”

“Taste like fucking heaven, did you know that?” he said his jaw tight, his muscles flexing under his warm skin.

“Mase, I’m—” Thrust. He chuckled again. “Trust me, baby, I know. This cunt is squeezing my cock so tight, I can barely think.”

Just a normal woman who listened to her man groan her name as he fisted his cock for her in the dark hours of the night on the phone.

“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,” Mase threatened from above me.

“Every single night, you’ll been in my arms. Every single morning, I’ll kiss you silly. I’ll make love to you every single day. Every single day, I’ll come home to you. You hear me, wife?”

In her final days, no one worked on the ranch, Jackie and Eddie came from Texas, and even Cabe and Billie joined us. All of us sat with her in the house, and after a night of weak smiles and cowboy stories, she passed in her sleep.