She's Still The One: A Brother's Best Friend, Rockstar Romance Kaci Rose (essential reading txt) 📖

I lean in and kiss him, because words fail me. Without words, I try to show him what this means to me, and he seems to understand. I pull back and rest my forehead to his.

"I don't have one for you," I say.

He shakes his head, "You don't need one. You have nothing to prove."

"You have nothing to prove either, Dallas. But this is perfect." I tell him and kiss him again. Just a short, sweet kiss, before pulling away to check on the food.

"What can I do to help?" He asks.

"Why don't you get us some drinks, but otherwise, we’re ready."

I set the food on the table, and he pulls me into his lap and slides my plate over in front of us next to his.

"Let me feed you, baby girl." He whispers next to my ear. The heat from his breath sending tingles to my core.

He feeds me each bite of food, and then himself in-between feeding me. One hand remains on my waist the whole time, holding me close to him, like he's afraid I'm going to try to get up and run. Not a chance.

He's constantly nuzzling my neck or placing kisses all over my face, while I eat. It's an easy going time, while I tell him about my drive up here, and the couple I saw at the overlook. I want him to know I'm in this.

"Dinner was amazing, baby girl. I want many more days like this. Dinner and just conversation. This was perfect."

"It was perfect, and I agree. I want many more nights like this, too." I rest my head on his shoulder and enjoy the moment.

"There’s a hot tub on the back porch. Want to go for a soak?" I ask.

"I didn’t bring swimsuits." He admits.

I shrug, "Do we need them?"

He just stares at me, heat in his eyes, "No we don't." He admits.

I stand up and leave the food on the table and make my way to the back door. I stop and look over my shoulder. Dallas is standing with his eyes on me, but he hasn't moved.

I turn back to the door, and before I open it, I whip my shirt off and let it fall to the floor. I leave the door open and shed my shorts next followed by my bra. I'm standing in front of the hot tub, turning on the jets in just my black lace panties, when I feel his body heat come up behind me. He pins me with his hips to the side of the hot tub. His shirt and pants are gone, and he's in just his boxers.

"You are so damn beautiful." He whispers, as he slowly pulls my panties off, his hands trailing down my legs. "Get in." He whispers into my ear.

I do as he says, and then turn my eyes back to him, watching him strip his boxers off and follow me into the hot tub. He sits across from me, and I slide my feet up his legs, until they’re in his lap. His arms are stretched out along the side of the hot tub, but his eyes stay on me the whole time.

So, I settle in and sink down, until the water covers my shoulders. The hot water is easing my tense muscles from the fight with my brother today, but that’s the last thing I want to talk about. We both stare each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move. It's almost a battle of wills, before he breaks a second, before I do. He leans in and pulls me into his lap.

I'm straddling him and feel his cock against my core. With my eyes on his, I grind, and we both groan. His hands roam over my hips up to just below my breasts and to my back.

"You’re so beautiful, baby girl." He whispers, before his lips land on mine. He takes control of the kiss, as he moves my hips over his cock, the tip hitting my clit with each slow pass.

I throw my head back and moan. "More, Dallas."

"Cum for me. Then, I'm taking you inside and making love to you." He says, as he lowers his head to suck one nipple into his mouth.

I shove my chest into his face, needing more, and he sucks harder. He picks up the slow place just enough that it makes me shatter, like the tension cord was just cut. My orgasm over takes me, as I scream his name. Thankfully, there are no neighbors to hear.

Before my body has even relaxed, Dallas is wrapping my arms around his neck and standing up from the hot water with his hands under my ass.

"Wrap your legs around my waist." I do as he says, and he carries me inside.

"Which way?" He asks, since I never got to give him a tour.

"Bedroom behind the kitchen," I mumble into his neck. He chuckles and heads to our bathroom and bypasses the bedroom.

Before I can even ask what he's doing, there’s a towel being wrapped around me. He sits me on the counter and takes his time drying me off, before drying himself off. His eyes roam over me, and I let my eyes look over him as well.

His muscles seem even more defined, standing in front of me in the bathroom light, and the tattoos on his chest catch my eye. I trace my fingers over the Texas one again, and he places his hand over mine.

"Austin, Texas." He says.

"For me?" I ask, and he just nods.

"You've held my heart longer than you know. I got this one done in Austin, Texas. Every time someone said Austin, or I saw Austin, I would miss you.”

Without thinking, I lean forward and place a kiss on the tattoo right over his heart.

"You've held my heart for longer than you know, too." I pull his hand to the tattoo of their band. "Everyone assumes this tattoo is pride for my