She's Still The One: A Brother's Best Friend, Rockstar Romance by Kaci Rose (websites to read books for free txt) 📕

"Yeah, I was sitting right next to him. Honestly, I'm fine. Dallas distracted me with food, and a day out was just what I needed. On the flip side, I made a new friend."

"Yeah, who?" He asks.

"Deanna, the receptionist at the label. We got to talking about books, and we read the same things, so we exchanged numbers and books to read. It will be nice to have someone local to talk to, especially about books."

"I'm glad. I haven't talked much to her, but she seems like a nice girl. Just be careful. You know people will try to use you, so just be guarded, okay?"

"I know, Landon. You give me this speech several times a year. It's why I stopped telling people I know you and Dallas, and many times, even deny being related to you."

"Which I hate, by the way, but I get why you do it."

"I'm fine, really. I was just about to make some dinner. We’ll talk more later?"

I love my brother and all, but right now, I'm a little worried he's going to press about the day, and I don't want to slip up about me and Dallas. I want this chance with Dallas, and I don't want Landon to mess that up.

"Yeah, we’ll talk later. Love you." He says.

"Love you too, big brother."

I head into the kitchen and find Dallas poking around in the fridge. He hasn't seen me yet, so I lean against the wall and just watch. How is this my life? This sexy man, who so many women want and would have loved to tame, is mine. But for how long?

I have known him my entire life, and as my friend, I trust him completely. But as my boyfriend? I'm worried I won't be enough. He's used to sex whenever with whoever, and he won't let us move past kissing. Can he be a one-woman man? I'm scared to give my heart completely over to him, but if I’m truthful, he's always owned my heart. It's just been easier, when he didn't want me.

Dallas realizes I'm there and smirks at me.

"You just going to stand there?" He asks.

"I was enjoying the view."

He stalks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a chaste kiss.

"What are you thinking for dinner?" He asks.

"Well, I was on this amazing date, and the food was really good, so I'm not that hungry. Maybe, breakfast for dinner?"

"Amazing date, huh? Good guy?" He asks. His hands are still on my waist, so I wrap my arms around his neck.

"The best. He just needs to see himself that way." I look him right in the eyes and watch a flood of emotions, as his eyes go stormy. They flash by so fast it's hard to read them, but I know he doubts himself.

"Pancakes or French toast?" I ask.

Then, his whole face lights up. "Will you make that French Toast Bake? I haven't had it in so long."

"Of course."

"I'm going to go change into something more comfortable." He says and kisses my cheek, before pulling away.

"Mmmm, maybe some gray sweatpants?" I suggest.

"Woman, it isn't sweatpants season!" He laughs.

"I will crank the air down in the house, so it is!" I yell back.

I start dinner with a smile on my face. I'm just putting it in the oven, when Dallas walks into the kitchen, wearing gray sweatpants and nothing else. He leans against the wall just like I was earlier and watches me.

I let my eyes wander over his sexy as hell body. Dallas has a beautiful body with chiseled abs, amazing ink, and the perfect tan, but he doesn't show it off very often. He doesn't take his shirt off at shows or pose with it off for photo shoots. I have seen him shirtless around the pool, but right now in the gray sweatpants, it's a whole new level.

He stalks towards me without a word and uses his thumb to pull my bottom lip from between my teeth. I didn't even realize I was biting it.

"Like what you see?" He asks.

All I can do is nod, because like doesn't even begin to cover it.

"Good, now it's your turn to go change. Put on those sexy cotton shorts, and one of those tank tops you like to wear around the tour bus and torment me with." He growls.

I shoot him a smile over my shoulder, before running upstairs and changing into the clothes he asked for. I run a brush through my hair and retouch my makeup, before heading back downstairs.

Tonight, I want to move things along from more than just kisses, so it's time to push some of his buttons. Seeing him shirtless sent me over the edge, and I'm going to have to break out my vibrator tonight, if he isn't willing to touch me. I will make sure he knows it, too.

As soon as I walk into the kitchen, his eyes are on me.

"Fuck." He whispers under his breath, as his eyes roam over me.

I walk over to the oven and open it to check on the casserole that I know isn't ready yet, and slowly bend down to look at it. He groans behind me, and I smile.

"Not quite ready yet," I tell him.

Then, turning to get plates to set the table, I open the cabinet and reach for the plates, which causes my shorts to ride up and give him a nice view of the bottom of my ass. I put on the shortest pair I own for this reason.

Only this time, when he groans, it's followed by him pressing his body to mine from behind.

"What are you trying to do to me?" He whispers, pressings his cock into me.

"You started this, when you walked out here with no shirt on," I say and slowly lower myself back to the flats of my feet. I enjoy the glide down his length, and when he leans forward and