She's Still The One: A Brother's Best Friend, Rockstar Romance by Kaci Rose (life changing books .txt) 📗

"I don't think your managers will let it happen." She says sadly.

"Why not?"

"Because you as a playboy makes money. They can sell out an arena with girls who think they have a shot at one night with you. They can use it to sell stories and hype the band. You fed into it good, and I'm pretty sure you didn't care, but they used it to their advantage, and they still will. But they won't like the thought of you settling down." She shrugs.

What the fuck? I think over the last few years, and damn, she’s right. They did play up the playboy status, didn't they? It was splashed on front covers, when I'd do photo shoots and on websites.

"And you’re okay with this?" I ask her.

She shrugs, "I don't have a choice. If you change your image, there’s a really good chance the band's popularity will go down. How could I be that selfish and do that to you and my brother? Do I like it? No way."

"We’ll figure it out. Landon and I have been tossing around the idea of starting our own label. It would give us so much more freedom, and we’d be able to help new talent."

We walk for a bit in comfortable silence just checking out the store windows, when she sighs.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

She holds up our hands. "This feels like a date."

I smile at that. I’d like it to be a date, and I've never been more comfortable on one.

"It does feel like a date, huh? What if it was?" I ask. I want to know where her head is.

She gets quiet and turns her head to look at the store window we are slowly passing.

"I'd like that." She says barely above a whisper.

There’s a little side alley in front of us, so I pull her with me down the alley just enough, so we’re out of lights from the street. I push her up against the wall, my body against her. She’s so warm and soft.

"Then to make it a date, there needs to be a kiss," I say, as I slowly lower my head to hers.

If she doesn't want this, she can turn her head, or even push me away, but her eyes fall to my lips, and in that moment, I know she wants this kiss as much as I do. My lips crash into hers, and every teenage fantasy I had of kissing Austin is shattered. The reality is so much better.

She melts into me and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer. I kiss her like this might be our last kiss, with all the passion and need built up over the last ten years of wanting her, but not being able to have her.

I want to own her and possess her with this kiss, stake my claim. This amazing, sexy, and beautiful girl is mine. When I lightly nip her bottom lip, she lets out a groan that goes straight to my cock. I know she can feel how hard I am, and I don't try to hide it.

I never want to stop kissing her, but a car horn reminds me we’re still very much in public, even if we can't be seen very well. I slowly pull away, leaving a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth, before I rest my forehead on hers. We both catch our breath, still wrapped in each other's arms.

"Wow, baby girl. I've never had a kiss like that." I say, as I run my hand over her arm and put her hand over my heart. I want her to feel what she’s doing to me. I want her to know only she has ever made me feel this way.

"That was a pretty damn good kiss." She says breathlessly.

"It's getting late. Let’s get to the bus, so we can go home," I say, even though, the bus with her brother is the last place I want to be.

We take our time walking back hand in hand, smiling and soaking up each other's company.

The second we walk into the bus together, Landon is glaring at me, but I just shrug at him and smile. I doubt he will go off on me again, where Austin can hear.

The next morning, we’re finally home, and all head into the house. I'm unpacking, when Landon steps into my room. He leaves tomorrow, and yeah, I will miss him, but I can't wait to have two weeks alone with Austin.

"You know I'm gone for two weeks. That leaves you with a few meetings on your own. Will you call me after and let me know how they go?" Landon asks, talking about the meetings at the label.

"Of course."

"Also, watch over Austin. Make sure she adjusts after the tour okay. We’re used to it, but she isn't."

"You don't have to ask me, you know I wouldn't let anything happen to her."

"Do it while keeping your hands off of her." He growls, and then turns and heads out of the door.

Austin is standing in her door across the hall, and she narrows her eyes at Landon. He grunts and goes downstairs.

Austin and I don't move. We just stare at each other. Then, she steps into my room and gets close enough to whisper, but not close enough for me to reach out and touch her.

"You better not keep your hands off." She says.

"Didn't plan on it, baby girl," I smirk.

Chapter 13

Austin

Landon left this morning, and I feel no guilt that I'm relieved he's gone. I felt like I would look at Dallas the wrong way, and he'd just know. Or that we'd avoid each other a little too much, and he'd know something was up.

Thankfully, we passed with flying colors, and Landon is now on a plane to the other side of the country for two weeks.

Now, I’m trying to work with the sexiest man in rock and roll, sitting at the other end