She's Still The One: A Brother's Best Friend, Rockstar Romance

by Kaci Rose

  Oh, hell no. Does she really think I'd do that to her? I'm new to this relationship thing, but I'm not a cheater and would never cheat on Austin. I've been waiting too long to get a chance with her, and I'm not fucking this up like that. If she only knew how long I wanted her, she wouldn't question me like this, but I don't think she's ready to hear it, it would just scare her off.

  I follow her and wrap both my arms around her waist, before she even makes it out of the kitchen.

  "Hey, remember on tour I said I had things to do, before you could be mine?"

  "What like her?" She snaps back.

  I step back just enough and smack her ass. This seems to stun her into silence.

  "No. I had flings, and they knew the score, all of them. It wasn't a relationship. On tour, I called them all, including Beth, and told her it was over. I didn't even owe them that, Austin, but I did owe you that. I wanted to do right by you."

  "How many women have been in your bed?" She asks, as I smack her ass again.

  "Stop trying to put more walls up. Only you have ever been in my bed, all those times you didn't want to be alone. Only you." I whisper next to her ear.

  "But she has been here before?" She says confused.

  "Yes. She was my stand in date for a few events hosted by the label, one of which was held here a year ago, but we never slept together here. I've always thought of this as your house, too. So, I never brought anyone back here, I never could."

  Her body loses some of its tension, and she relaxes into me.

  "Why not?" She says.

  Ahhh, the million-dollar question. How do I tell her, because it felt like I was cheating on her? Because I didn't want any of them in a space, I consider ours and is filled with her memories. I wanted to keep this space strictly hers and mine. There’s no way to tell her that, so I go with a cop out.

  "It just didn't feel right." I turn her in my arms to face me. "Let's have some breakfast, put this morning behind us, and not let it ruin our day, okay?"

  She nods, and I kiss her forehead, before letting her go back to the kitchen to finish up breakfast.

  Over breakfast, she tells me how the receptionist from the label had texted earlier, and they were talking books. Her face lights up over how much she loves having someone with her taste in books.

  I make myself a note to get a hold of her tablet and check out the books she’s reading. I can make it a point to look some up and send some to her, or maybe, get some signed copies for her to add to the library.

  After we finish eating, we do the dishes from today and last night as well, before I turn to her.

  "Ready to go swimming?" I ask.

  Chapter 19

  Austin

  Am I ready to go swimming? I think we both need some cool water and to take a step back. It's been a crazy morning. First Branden, and then that Beth girl. I don't like how I felt, when I saw her hands on him.

  "Yeah, I'll meet you out there. I just need a minute," I tell him.

  He leans in and kisses my cheek, "Don't be long."

  Once he goes outside, I take a deep breath and head to the downstairs bathroom. It's almost as big as the bathroom upstairs with one wall of mirrors. These would make for some interesting angles to fool around with. I stand there looking at my flush cheeks and think of Dallas, slapping my ass, twice.

  The blush on my face deepens. I shouldn't have liked that as much as I did. Did he really say he hasn't been with anyone in this house, much less his bed? Damn. Why is that such a turn on?

  I fix my hair and pull it up, so it won't get wet, while I'm in the pool or be in my way, while I'm tanning. I grab the sunscreen, a towel, and go out to the pool.

  I stop dead in my tracks, because I find Dallas already in the pool swimming laps. His tan skin and muscles on full display, as he glides through the water. My legs carry me closer to the pool, and I just watch him mesmerized.

  At the other end of the pool, he flips and heads back towards me. As he nears the wall, he slows and stands, wiping the water from his face, before looking up at me.

  "You going to stand there all day, or are you joining me?" He asks.

  I clear my throat and try to form words.

  "I'll join you in a bit. I need to put on some sunscreen." I hold up the sunscreen in my hand.

  "Need some help?" He asks.

  I smirk, him putting sunscreen on me is just the start of the many fantasies I've had of him in this pool. But it seems like a good place to start.

  "Sure," I say and head back towards one of the lounge chairs. Hearing the water dripping on the concrete, I know he isn't far behind me. I set my stuff down on the chair and turn back to find his eyes on me, as he dries off with his towel.

  Without breaking eye contact, I grab the hem of my cover-up dress and slowly pull it over my head, leaving me in just the skimpy bikini I put on earlier. His eyes heat, as he looks over every inch of my body.

  "Fuck, you’re beautiful." He says, as he places his hands on my hips. I look up at him, as his lips land on mine. It's a short, sweet kiss, before he’s turning me around, so my back is to his chest. His hands pull me against him, and his cock rests against my ass.

  His hands slowly slide up my stomach towards my chest, before he grabs my breasts and kisses my neck. I reach up and wrap a hand around his neck.

  "God, you're perfect. Sexy, beautiful, and mine." He lightly grazes his teeth over my ear lobe, before taking a step back. "Let's get that sunscreen on you. We don't want you to burn."

  I sit down on the lounge chair, trying to regain some self-control, as he sits behind me, and he starts rubbing sunscreen on my neck, shoulders, and back. He takes it slow, rubbing circles and smoothing it in well. His touch is just firm enough to massage some of the tension from my shoulders, and I can't stop the moan that slips out.

  His sharp intake of breath lets me know he's feeling this too, as he rubs further down my body.

  "Lay down on your back." He says, his voice laced with lust.

  I do as he says, wanting to see how far he will take this. His eyes roam my body again, before he squeezes more sunscreen on to his hands and starts on my arm, but his eyes never leave mine. When the sunscreen is all rubbed in, he moves to the other arm. It's such an innocent touch, but with the intensity of his eyes, the sensations filling me from just his touch, it's already so much more.

  After both arms are done, he starts on my shoulders and rubs down my chest. He pays more attention than necessary to my breasts, and his hands slip under the triangle of fabric and pushes it to the side.

  "Need to make sure I get every inch of skin." He murmurs, seconds before he leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth. He groans, and I can feel the vibrations to my core.

  He pulls back and sensually rubs my breasts, before moving the fabric back into place and moving to the other to repeat the motion.

  He continues rubbing lotion on my stomach and down to my bikini bottoms. He moves along the top, like he's teasing me, before dipping under the fabric. I raise my hips, encouraging him on to touch me where I need him most, but he doesn't. He scoots back and starts rubbing lotion on to my foot, and then slowly moves up my leg.

  His eyes on me are intense, as he works the lotion into my skin. Smoothing the lotion into my thighs, each slow stoke gets closer and closer to my center, where I need him. His fingers ghost over my slit, before he moves to put lotion on my other foot.

  He repeats the process of slowly moving up my leg. I'm so turned on I'm aching for him, and if he doesn't touch me soon, I might combust. As he gets closer to my pussy, his fingers tease me over the fabric, spreading my legs and moving to kneel on the lounge chair. He runs both hands up my thighs and massages them right against the edge of the fabric.

  When his eyes meet mine again, we lock on each other, and he unties the bottom of my suit.

  "Have to make sure we get lotion everywhere." He says.

  Without taking his eyes off me, he lowers his mouth and takes a long, slow lick up my
slit. The sensation of having his tongue on me after all the teasing is almost too much, as my body trembles. I throw my head back and close my eyes, arching my hips.

  He throws an arm over my hips to hold me in place, as he continues his slow, steady movements.

  "Dallas," I moan.

  "What do you need, baby girl? Tell me."

  "More. Harder. Faster." I gasp out, unable to complete full sentences.

  With a few more light, short strokes with his tongue, before sucking hard on my clit, he does as I ask, as two fingers slip inside me, and his tongue works my clit in ways I didn't know were possible.

  "Oh, God. Oh, God." Is all I can manage, as I toss my head back.

  "Dallas!" I scream, as my thighs lock around his head, and my climax washes over me. As I relax, Dallas starts kissing up my body with a huge smile on his face.

  "Good thing the neighbors aren't nearby." He chuckles, and I throw my hands over my face embarrassed.

  He grabs my hands with his.

  "No, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. That was so damn sexy." He kisses me, and then leans down and ties my bathing suit back together.

  "Now, let's go swimming." He says.

  The rest of the day is filled with time in the pool, lots of kissing, petting, and teasing, but he never once lets me take care of him, even though, he's hard almost all day.

  That night we go to bed in our own rooms, and I can't get our time on the lounge chair out of my head. No one has driven me so absolutely crazy with need like that before. I don't think I've ever been so wet or cum so hard in my life.

  As I'm lying in bed, rain starts hitting the window followed by some lightning and thunder loud enough to make me jump.

  I try to pull a pillow over my head, but it does nothing to drown out the noise. I have hated thunderstorms for years. My parent’s car crash happened on a night like this. Finally, I give in and slowly make my way to my door.

  When I look out into the hallway, I'm happy to find Dallas's door is cracked open. It's all the invitation I need to slip into his room and tiptoe over to his bed. The moment I start climbing into bed, he turns towards me.

  "I was wondering how long, before you’d be in here." He says, pulling me close.

  "I was debating it, even before the storm," I admit.

  "You’re welcome here anytime for any reason." He kisses the top of my head and holds me tight.

  There have been many nights like this, when the storms get bad; I don't want to be alone. The first time I slipped into Dallas's bed was because my brother wasn't here, and I was nearly in tears, the storm was so bad. He held me and said he would always be here for me, and I could stay with him, during any storm.

  It slowly became our ritual after that. I know Landon doesn't like storms either, but they don't seem to affect him, like they do me. Dallas has always understood and always been there. A few times, when I didn't live here, and a bad storm came in, I'd call him, and he'd stay on the phone with me, until I fell asleep.

  "I’ll be here for you, Austin, even more so now. You're my girl. Plus, I don't think I would have been able to sleep in my bed alone tonight. One night, and I'm already used to you being in my arms too damn much.”

  "Me too," I admit, but then wonder what the hell we’re going to do when Landon comes home.

  Chapter 20

  Dallas

  Waking up with Austin in my arms, and in my bed, is something I don't think I can live without again. It will be impossible to do, when her brother is home, until we tell him about us.

  This isn't like any other time Austin has been in my bed. Normally, she would be on her side and me on mine, wishing I could wake her up with my hands on her.

  Right now, her body is pressed against mine, her leg swung over my hips, and her head on my shoulder. I'm hard as nails, and this time I can do something about it.

  I slowly roll her over on to her back and lean on my elbow and just watch my girl sleep. She’s perfect in every way. So beautiful, but seeing her like this, has always been my favorite. Her walls are down.

  She’s in her classic summer sleeping clothes, a tank top, no bra, and short cotton shorts. If she were naked, I'd wake her up with my mouth on her, but I don't want to take my eyes off her, so my hand will have to do.

  I lightly cup my hand over her breast and rub my thumb over the nipple and watch it form a stiff peak. I do the same to the other one, before slowly trailing my hand down her stomach to the edge of her shorts.

  I hesitate for only a moment, before I slip below the hemline and rub my hand over her panties. They are wet, and I hope she’s dreaming about me. I touch her lightly, before pulling the panties to the side and rubbing her clit skin to skin. A light moan escapes her, but she's still sleeping, eyes still closed.

  I keep stroking and slowly slide my finger into her. She's so drenched it slides in easily. Her hips start to move to, as I add a second finger, and this time she gasps.

  "Dallas." Her eyes open and fly to mine.

  "You didn't waste any time getting good at this." She moans, and her hips move again.

  "Making you cum is my new addiction," I whisper, as I kiss her neck and keep finger fucking her. I increase the pressure on her clit, and she moans again.

  "Do not cum. You understand me?" I say in a firm voice.

  She nods, as she gasps for air and squeezes her eyes shut.

  "Baby girl, look at me," I say, and her eyes pop open and lock on mine.

  I keep my strokes even and my eyes on her, but only a few more touches, and her hips buck again.

  "Dallas, I need..." She moans and grips the sheets so tight, I think she might rip the fabric.

  "I know what you need. This is going to be nice and slow. I have wanted to wake you up like this every time you’ve crawled into my bed. Every time I wake up with you next to me, I'm so damn hard, and all I can think about is making you cum. It's why I could never be here, when you woke up; I was always out the door soon, as the sun was up." I suck on one of her nipples over her tank top.

  "Not this time. This time I get to make you cum. I get to hear you moan my name and watch you give yourself to me. So, you see, baby girl, I’ll be taking my time and enjoying every moment of it."

  I slow my strokes on her clit, and she growls in protest. I smirk, as my eyes roam over her.

  "Pull your tank top down, let me see those magnificent tits."

  She quickly does, as I ask, and this time, I'm the one to groan, as I lean down and take one into my mouth then the other.

  "Dallas, please. I'm so close." She moans.

  I pull my hand from her shorts completely.

  "Dallas!" She whines.

  I remove her shorts and panties and position myself between her legs.

  "You will come on my face, you hear me?" I tell her, and she nods, watching me.

  I give her a slow lick, before I suck on her clit. Her back arches, and one of her hands starts pulling at my hair, like she’s desperate to keep me there. There’s no way I'm moving from this spot any time soon.

  I suck harder, and it's all she needs to fall over the edge, screaming my name. I lick up every drop of the moisture she gives me long after her orgasm has receded. I love the little tremors that go through her body, as I lick her oversensitive clit.

  When her whole body finally calms, I kiss my way back up slowly, because we have all day.

  "Good morning, beautiful," I say, kissing her neck.

  "That is one hell of a way to wake up." She has a satisfied smile on her face, and knowing I put it there, is a powerful feeling.

  "Care to take a shower with me?" I ask, as I kiss her shoulder.

  "Mmm, that sounds perfect, once I can move again."

  Laughing, I stand and pick her up, carrying her to the bathroom. I set her down on the counter and the cold granite on her naked butt makes her squeal. I smirk, as I start the shower and get the water warm.

  I remove her tank top, leaving her naked in front of me. I touch every inch
of her. I've never wanted a girl so badly. Austin is different. She's perfect and incredible. I’ll take my time, proving to her she’s special.

  "This is another first for me," I tell her.

  "What is?" She asks, and she tangles her hands in my hair and pulls me closer.

  "I've never showered with anyone before," I admit.

  "Really?" She asks shocked.

  "Told you I was a one-trick pony."

  "Well, I can give you another of my firsts, too." She says with a devilish smile on her face, as she jumps off the counter and quickly pulls my pants and boxers down, before pulling me into the water.

  "What first is that?" I finally ask her.

  She smiles, as she falls to her knees under the water.

  "I've never gone down on a guy in the shower." She looks up at me, as she strokes my cock. I have to brace myself on the shower wall.

  When she takes me into her mouth, and those pink lips swallow me, I almost cum instantly. The water running down her skin, between her breasts. The feel of her warm mouth on me, as she runs her tongue on the bottom side of cock is beyond anything my imagination could have dug up. She starts working me in and out of her mouth, sucking hard and taking a bit more each time.

  "Baby, I'm close." I give her a warning, and then she does the unexpected. She pulls off me completely.

  "Austin, fuck." I moan.

  Her eyes flick up to me. "Don't cum yet." She says, and all I can do is moan. She runs her hand up the sides of my legs, watching me.

  She takes me back into her mouth and my toes curl. All my nerves are pulling tight at my lower back, and it's taking every ounce of control I have to not let go and fuck her mouth.

  This time she uses slow and shallow strokes that drive me crazy, before taking me to the back of her throat, and then pulling off me completely.

  "Austin," I whisper.

  She gives me an evil smile.

  This time when she takes me into her mouth, she’s using the fast stokes she used before.

  "Austin, shit." I squeeze my eyes shut, as I try to get myself under control. "I'm so close." I grit out.