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

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by Kaci Rose


  Austin and I have known each other for so long, but there’s still a side I have kept from her, from everyone. I think Landon has an idea, but we don't talk about it. I want Austin to know me, before we take that step.

  Tomorrow, is a hard day for me. I need to explain it to her and open up to her about my feelings. Explain she isn't one of the many and also what she means to me. I want to tell her everything. I think she's ready, and I need to do this, open myself up to her. I want to admit how long I've liked her; how long it's been only her.

  I've been going over and over in my head today what I want to tell her, and how I want to tell her. I try not to think of it sending her running, but it’s a possibility.

  I'm in meetings all day today. Ones I couldn't get out of, no matter how hard I tried. I've been texting with Austin all day. Neither of us can wait for me to get home. Landon was still there, when I left this morning, but he's gone now.

  Austin: I never realized how big this house really is. It never felt so big with you guys here.

  Me: Yeah, I don't like being there alone much either. What are you doing?

  Austin sends me a picture. Making sure no one is around to see, I open it, and I'm instantly hard. She’s in the bathtub, in my room, and covered in bubbles. You can't see her face or anything inappropriate just her long legs on the side of the tub, but it's enough to drive me crazy.

  Me: Baby, you can't do this to me. I still have this dinner meeting, before I can get back to you.

  Austin: I'll be waiting, don't worry.

  I figure maybe I can change the subject.

  Me: Did you eat dinner?

  Austin: Yes, I ate the last of the leftover fried chicken.

  Damn, those were the best leftovers in the fridge. Landon made them last night, and his fried chicken rivals many restaurants here in town.

  Me: Thief. I had called dibs on those leftovers.

  Austin: Mmm, maybe you will have to punish me.

  Fuck. I excuse myself and head to the restroom to get myself under control. I can’t sit in this meeting with her tempting me. She’s playing dirty, and she knows it.

  Me: You can't do this to me, baby. I can't sit in this meeting hard as nails for you.

  Austin: Okay, I will stop, but I promise to take care of you, when you get home. Don't make me wait.

  Something about this moment makes my heart race. It hits me this girl will be at home waiting on me. I have someone to go home, too. Not just someone, but Austin. The truth I had been trying to deny for years slaps me in the face. I love this girl with everything that I am.

  I want to tell her, but she needs to know all of me first. Because if I'm lucky enough to have her say those words back to me, I want to know she loves all of me, the good and the bad. I have to know she loves all of me.

  Me: I promise to hurry home to you as fast as I can. I miss you.

  Those words are the best I can give this girl right now.

  Austin: Miss you, too. I'm going to read some after this and wait for you.

  Me: Wait in my bed. I love knowing you're in my space.

  Austin: I love being in your space. I’ll be here.

  Me: No more dirty photos.

  Austin: No promises.

  I groan. This girl is perfect. As I get back to my meeting, they’re finishing up, then I meet with a few guys, and we head down to dinner.

  These meetings are the first steps of Landon and me starting our label. We have so many details to work out, and I told Landon I'd get this all settled, while he was gone, and then we can dive into setting it up, when he got home.

  We have to be careful, because we’re still under contract with our label and manager for now, but there’s plenty we can do to get set up and start working with some other artists.

  Landon has been scouring the internet for videos and found two people he wants to meet with, who he thinks would be great to sign. We want to help people get their foot in the door, more than we want to sign huge names. Someone took a chance on us, and we want to offer others that same opportunity.

  There’s so much about starting a label we didn't know, and that’s what we’re covering today. The amount of paperwork I’m bringing home fills a box. No, I'm not joking they handed it to me in a filing box.

  Over dinner, all I can think about is Austin. In my bath tub, in my bed. I try to focus on the men talking, but I just want to get home to my girl.

  When the meeting is finally over, I'm the first one out the door and heading home. The house is quiet, and if I didn't know she said she'd be up reading, I'd worry she went out for the night, because it feels like no one is home.

  I run up the stairs and see a light on in my room and smile. I make my way to my door, and the sight in front of me takes my breath away. Austin is lying in my bed asleep. Her reader is beside her, like it fell out of her hand. It's after nine p.m., and since we have been up really early getting back to our rooms each morning so Landon doesn't catch us, we have both been tired.

  I slowly remove my clothes down to my boxer briefs and go to the bed. I pick up her reader and check out the book she’s reading. Holy shit, this stuff is dirty. I close out of the book and go to her library and email myself a few names of the books she recently read. I will find time to read them. I want to know what she likes; especially, if it's as dirty as the book she had open.

  I set the reader on the nightstand and just take her in. Her dark brown hair scattered across the pillow, and her perfect tits barely contained by the tank top she has on. Her cotton shorts have ridden up, and the curve of her ass is visible. The long, tan legs stretched out, and her feet under the covers.

  I chuckle, because her feet are always cold, and it could be the hottest day with no air conditioning, and she still needs her feet covered to sleep. Just one of the many quirks I love about his girl.

  I turn off the light and climb into bed. As soon as I reach for her and start pulling her into me, she moans.

  "I'm sorry I fell asleep." She says, her voice sexy and sleep laced. She places her head on my shoulder and wraps her body around mine.

  "It's okay. We have all day tomorrow to ourselves. Besides, coming home to you in my bed was a dream come true. I want that every night." I kiss the top of her head.

  "I love your room. It feels more comfortable than being alone in my room."

  "You should just move your stuff in here," I say without thinking.

  "Let's not give Landon too big of a heart attack, but maybe soon.” She kisses my chest, and this feels like the most normal thing in the world. Coming home after a long day and talking.

  "I want more of this," I tell her.

  "More what?"

  "Coming home to you. Cooking dinner, or in our bed. I want more just talking, while I hold you. All the normal day–to-day things couples do. I want more of it."

  "Me too, Dallas. Soon, I promise."

  "I know."

  She drifts back off to sleep pretty easily, while I lay there soaking her in. I know I won't get much sleep tonight, because tomorrow, I'm going to have one of the most difficult conversations of my life.

  This is sink or swim. Either she will embrace me, or it will send her packing. Opening yourself up raw to someone and asking them to love all of you, is the scariest thing a person can do. To give yourself to someone on a silver platter.

  Austin isn't just someone, though. She’s the one. The girl I want to spend the rest of my life with. The one I will fight for, until my last breath. The one I can't live without and don't even want to think about trying, too.

  I start running over in my head again what I’ll tell her. I want to make sure I lay it all out on the line and hold nothing back.

  Chapter 25

  Austin

  I can't believe I fell asleep, before Dallas got home last night. We have been waiting for a week for my brother to leave, and I was so excited for that time to ourselves. I remember him crawling into bed with me, and I guess, I drifted back off again shortly after that.
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  I smile and reach for him but find a cold bed. When I open my eyes, I see Dallas sitting by the window just staring outside. His chair is turned slightly towards the bed, like he might have been watching me at some point.

  He's in sweatpants, and his hair is messy, like he’s been running his hands through it. His tattoos are on full display, and the ink next to his tan skin is always a huge turn on for me.

  The look on his face isn't the happy to have me to himself look I was expecting. He appears sad and almost depressed. A sinking feeling hits me, as I sit up in bed. My movement catches his attention, and he turns his head to look at me. His eyes run over me for just a moment.

  "Come here, baby girl." He holds a hand out to me, and my legs carry me to him almost against my will. Pulling me into his lap, he hugs me tight, like he needs the comfort. Then, he rests his head on my chest, and I rake my fingers through his hair, trying to offer him whatever comfort he needs.

  "I know I have to be open with you. I want you to know all of me." He says without lifting his head. "Today, is the anniversary of the day my mom died."

  I knew it was about this time frame, but couldn't remember the exact date, and I never asked him, because it made him so sad to talk about it. He would share things here and there about his mom, but it always brought a look of sorrow to his face. One I didn't like seeing there, so I never asked many questions about her.

  "I'm so sorry, Dallas," I say and lean down to kiss the top of his head.

  His mom was a single mom and raised him. She worked hard, and oftentimes, he spent the night at our place, while she picked up extra shifts at the bar. Every now and then, she would have Landon and me over, and then she would bake cookies with me. She’s the one who taught me to make the chocolate chip pecan cookies Dallas loves.

  He was sixteen, when she passed, and his aunt moved to town, so he could finish school with us. She pushed him to pursue his singing career. I remember that much. I remember his mom’s funeral, and how he was shut down. He spent a lot of time with Landon that summer, and that was also the summer he started putting space between us.

  "This day always hits me hard. Landon says I haven't dealt with it. I think it's just too hard to remember. Every year, I would spend it..." He trails off, and his entire body trembles.

  I frame his face with my hands and force him to look up at me. His icy blue eyes find mine, and for a moment, I'm frozen in time. There’s so much pain and vulnerability in them. I would do anything right now to take that pain from him and make him feel better.

  "There’s nothing you can tell me that’s going to stop me from wanting to be with you. No matter what you say next, I'm staying right here." I tell him.

  His hold on me tightens, but he drops his head and buries it in my neck.

  "Normally, I spend the day having nothing but mindless sex with whatever girl was available." He pauses, and I don't say anything. I'm not sure where he’s going with this.

  "But you are different. I won't do that to you. You knew my mom; you knew me back then. I won't use you to forget."

  I just hug him to me and run my hand through his hair, as we sit in comforting silence.

  "Is this why you won't let us go any further, when I tried?" I ask, thinking about the times he stopped me in the cabin this last week. I wanted him so badly, and we'd get to that point, and he'd pull away and focus on me. Though, I enjoyed myself, I knew there was something bothering him.

  "Yes. If I'm honest, I'm scared to sleep with you, because you mean so much more. I don't ever want you to feel like you aren't the most important person in the world to me."

  "Dallas, you show me every day how much I mean to you. From little things like the way you look at me, to fighting my brother, to making sure I'm allowed to go out and not be trapped here. The biggest way is how much you make me cum versus how much you let me make you cum. That says a lot about a guy." I smirk.

  He gives a dry chuckle, and then pulls me in even closer to him.

  "I remember the first day I saw you. You were eight, your hair was in those pigtail braids, and you had on your dance recital outfit. While Landon and I played in the yard, you’d spend the afternoon, practicing on the back porch. I felt this urge to protect you even then. I always thought it was because you were Landon's little sister, and Landon was like a brother to me." He says.

  "I remember that day, too. Landon almost hit me with a ball, and he said it was an accident, but I knew he did it on purpose, because he smirked at me. I wanted to punch him in his face. I also almost got hit, because I couldn't take my eyes off of you." I kiss the top of his head.

  "A few years later, you went away to that summer camp you begged your parents to send you, too. That whole summer I felt like a part of me was missing." He says.

  "I was twelve that year. I loved the camp, but I hated the other girls there. They were so mean to me. Fun fact. Several have tried to reach out to me over the years now that the band has made it big. I told them to fuck off."

  "That's my girl. I remember the day you got home from the camp." He lifts his head and finally looks at me. "You were wearing shorts and a t-shirt tied at the waist. You were so tan; your hair was longer but had highlights in it."

  "From using lemon juice and sitting in the sun, all the girls were doing it. My hair was sticky for days."

  "You stepped out of the car, and I knew right then and there I was yours. You stole my heart that day. I couldn't take my eyes off you. Landon noticed, and that was the day he told me you were off limits. Bro code rule number one. You can't date your best friend’s sister. I was crushed and went home and cried that night. I told my mom why and she said things change, when you get older, and if I really felt the way I did, the best thing I could do was to be your friend, your best friend. So that's what I did."

  He leans in and gives me a soft kiss.

  "When she died, it messed everything up. I shut down. I’m grateful my aunt took me in, but she was very cynical after having three husbands cheat on her and one run off with all her money. I think it rubbed off on me, because I didn't think someone as perfect as you would ever go for a guy like me."

  "I remember that summer you started putting distance between us, and I hated it. Then, you got the record contract and were gone with Landon. I'd never felt more alone. In my senior year, you seemed to be my friend again, but it was never the same."

  "Then prom happened. I wanted you so bad that night. I never thought I'd be there with you, but in that moment, I didn't feel good enough, because I had sunk so low with the groupies. When we went on tour, I just sank lower. I think..." He stops and bites his lip. "I think I did it to push you away, even if I didn't realize it was what I was doing."

  "I had the biggest crush on you growing up. When I left for school, I tried dating, but I was always comparing the guys to you, so by my senior year of college I decided to just do casual relationships. I was always single, when I came here to visit on the off chance you showed any interest. But of course, the time you decided you wanted me was the one time it was the last thing on my mind." I tell him.

  "It was me who insisted you stop wearing bikini's around the house. You would lie out in the sun, and all I could think about was moving the triangles to the side and sucking on your nipples, until I made you cum. I'd get so hard I couldn't hide it, and I’d hate how the other guys would look at you." He admits.

  "I didn't mind switching to a one-piece. I didn't like how they looked at me either. You were the only one I wanted to look at me in the bikini anyway."

  He kisses the side of my neck but says nothing.

  "I’m going to treat you so good today, so all you’ll have will be good memories on this day. Not just bad ones." I say.

  His whole body shutters, "What did you have in mind, baby girl?"

  "Let's start with the pecan French toast you love. Then I'm going to kick your ass at pool. I'll bake you some chocolate chip pecan cookies, and even let you lick the bowl. Then, we can watch the new spy movie,
and I plan to make you feel extra good during it."

  His cock starts getting hard under my ass, and I know I described the perfect day.

  "Maybe, we should start with a shower?" He says.

  "Maybe, we can have a little fun, before our shower?" I suggest.

  He makes me cum twice, before we get in the shower and get ready for the day. Just like I described we spend the day making good memories, and I take every chance I can to make him laugh from smearing cookie dough batter on his chest and licking it off, to showing him I know all his tickle spots.

  His laugh is real and vulnerable. It's like the last of his walls have dropped for me, and this Dallas is too easy to fall in love with. As much as I try to guard my heart, I think it has always belonged to him.

  Chapter 26

  Dallas

  Today, has been a good day. The anniversary of my mom's death is always a dark day for me. I try to forget it, but Austin did as she promised and made it a great day. Today, I have fun memories to look back on.

  I opened up and showed her my darkest side that I was ashamed of, and she didn't push me away. Hell, she pulled me closer. She accepted all of me, and she opened up.

  I'm still in a bit of shock we had crushes on each other at the same time. If we had only known, what would have happened? Would we have been together all this time?

  Part of me wants to think so, but another part of me knows we were so young. We had a lot to figure out along the way and getting together back then could have destroyed us. I finally decide we are right where we need to be.

  After dinner, we settle in to watch some TV, but TV is the last thing I want to be doing right now.

  "You ready to head upstairs, baby girl?" I ask her.

  She smiles up at me, "Yeah."

  "Go on up, and I'll lock up down here." I walk her to the stairs and watch her ass, as she makes her way upstairs.

  I make the rounds, making sure everything is locked up, and the alarm is set for the house and the gate. Then, I turn off the lights and switch on the library light, which is on a timer.

 

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