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

trip was about the sponsor deal?" I ask and steal a few of the baby carrots from the bag.

"Yeah, it was boring as hell. I hate to say, but I leave again in a week this time to go work with the charity." He looks at me. "I can stay if you need me."

I rest my hand on his shoulder. "Landon, I don't want this to interrupt our lives. Dallas is here, and if I go out, I have Mason. I promise, I’ll be fine. Tell me about this charity."

His face lights up, and I love seeing him like this.

"Oh, Austin, you'd love it. The organization works with companies to provide scholarships to kids in the arts. They provide small scholarships for summer camp all the way up to college. I've been focusing on the music side of it and helping set up some after school music programs across the country."

He goes on to talk about the details of the program, while he continues preparing dinner. Every so often, I look up and find Dallas, staring at me with a heated look on his face. It's barely been an hour, and this has been torture. How am I going to last a week?

Like he can read my mind, Dallas stands up and comes over to where I’m sitting.

"I'll set the table." He says, as he starts getting placemats and drinks. When my brother goes to the fridge, he comes over towards me to get silverware.

I glance over, and my brother’s head is in the fridge, so I lean in and give Dallas a quick kiss, before moving my legs out of the way. He smirks at me and grabs a little higher on my thigh than he should to move them from in front of the drawer. Wanting to drive him as crazy as he drives me, I spread my legs wide, so one is on either side of the drawer.

Dallas visibly swallows, as he looks up at me, then quickly gets the silverware and heads to the table. I notice the outline of his cock in his pants and smile, knowing he's trying to hide it from my brother. This is a dangerous game we’re playing. I know it but can't seem to stop.

Over dinner, Landon tells us more about the charity and the work he will be doing, when he visits next week.

"Landon, dinner was delicious. Why don't you go unpack and get a shower, and Dallas and I will do the dishes, and then we can watch some TV." I suggest after dinner.

"Sounds perfect." He grabs his bag and heads upstairs. Dallas and I stare at each other, but neither of us moves, until we hear his bedroom door close, and then Dallas has me pinned to the wall, before I can blink.

His mouth is on me and his hands try to cover every inch of my body.

"Dallas." I gasp. "We have to do the dishes, or he will know."

"Tomorrow can't come soon enough." He mumbles into my neck, before pulling away.

We work on cleaning up the kitchen and doing dishes mixed with quick kisses. Lots of touching and lots of laughs. We finish just as Landon comes back in to the kitchen.

"Ready?" He asks, tilting his head towards the living room.

We follow him, and I sit down in one corner of the couch, and Landon sits beside me, forcing Dallas to the other corner.

I couldn't tell you what’s on TV, because I'm watching Dallas out of the corner of my eyes the whole time.

When he picks up his phone, I finally pull my eyes away. Maybe, this isn't as hard on him as it is on me. Those thoughts fly out the window, when my phone goes off, and I see a text from Dallas.

I turn my phone on silent so not to draw Landon's attention, and then open my messages.

Dallas: This is torture. I want you in my arms.

Me: I don't even know what we’re watching, because I've been watching you.

Dallas: Same here. You look so sexy and relaxed over there. Nights like these were always hard on me, even before, because I couldn't take my eyes off of you.

Me: Ah, you’re so sweet. I always loved nights like these, too.

"I like seeing you this happy. I want to meet whoever is putting that smile on your face." Landon says, and I look up to see him watching me.

Just beyond him, Dallas has a huge smile on his face, too.

"You will, but not yet. It's too soon." I tell him, as honestly as I can.

He seems to accept that and nods, turning back to the TV.

Dallas: I'm not sweet. I can't stop thinking about what we did on this couch. Your head was right there where you’re sitting, and how wet you were with what I was doing to you.

Me: Dallas... Play fair.

Dallas: You gave me some incredible firsts that night, baby girl. But there’s another first I can't wait for.

Me: Yeah? What’s that?

Dallas: Being able to introduce you as my girlfriend, and you introducing me to Landon, as your boyfriend.

Me: You ready for that?

Dallas: More than ready.

Me: The night he gets back from this next trip, we’ll tell him everything.

I glance up, and Landon is watching me again. I know he can't read my phone, because I'm sitting somewhat sideways on the couch, but a blush still creeps up my cheeks anyway. Landon just smiles and shakes his head.

"Well, I'm going to bed. I'm beat." Landon says and stands up.

"I won't be far behind you," I say.

"Night," Landon says and heads upstairs.

Dallas doesn't move just stares at me from across the couch with a lazy smile on his face.

"Go to sleep, baby girl. See you at lunch." He says but makes no move to head upstairs himself.

I just smile and go up to my room. As I get ready for bed, I read the texts again. No one would believe how sweet and caring this man is. They all see the playboy and part