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

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,