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

"I don't know what to wear on stage. What have you guys been wearing for this album?" She asks, but I notice a few dresses in her hand.

"Jeans and a button down shirt nothing too dressy."

"Can I try these on for you, and you tell me if it's too much? I'd ask Landon, but I'm sure he’s asleep, and I don't want to bother him."

"Of course." She smiles and heads back across the hall.

In a few minutes, she’s back and waiting for my opinion. She looks stunning in a simple black dress with a high neckline.

"I like that one with your cowboy boots." I tell her, while still running my eyes over her.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. I can add a jean jacket and switch up some accessories, and it would work for a few different shows. Okay, next one."

She goes back across the hall to change again, and when she walks in this time, the air is sucked from my lungs. Holy shit, where did she get that dress? It's a deep royal blue with a plunging neckline and ends several inches above her knee. Just above appropriate.

"No," I growl.

"No?" She looks almost disappointed.

I can't take my eyes off her; she looks so fucking hot in this dress. I grip the sheets and force myself to stay seated in the bed and not walk over to her and take her in my arms. Fuck, I need to get laid.

"If you wear that dress, we’ll be fighting off every guy in the arena, who’s trying to get to you. That dress is sexy as hell and good for a date night with someone you plan to get laid with, but not on stage for everyone to see." I'm honest with her, and her cheeks turn pink, as she ducks her head.

"Go change, Austin," I say in a stern voice. Seeing her flushed in that dress is too much. Thankfully, she turns and heads back to her room. I take a few deep breaths and will my cock to go down, before I scare her. She's been here for a few days, and I can't keep myself under control.

"Okay, last outfit. Are these shorts okay? I can pair them with a lot of shirts? Or I could wear some of your shirts you will be selling at the shows to help promote them." She says, as she steps back into the room.

Fuck. At least, her ass is covered. Barely.

"I think those will be fine, but nothing shorter. And no shirts that show your stomach off."

"Duh." She rolls her eyes. "No tank tops, and nothing where you can see my bra. I know the speech."

I nod, but I still look at her tan legs on display.

"Thank you, Dallas. I think my nerves are just getting to me." She whispers, but I hear it loudly, as if she was standing next to me.

I sigh. "You will do amazing. If you want to back out any time, you know you can, even last minute. We got your back."

"I know." She offers me a soft smile, before turning back to her room and closing my door behind her.

I look down at my hard cock. Fuck, I'm in so much trouble.

Chapter 5

Austin

I've been too many concerts, and it's always a high, when the crowd is feeling it and on their feet, cheering, singing, and dancing. It's a whole other experience, when you’re at the side stage.

From the side stage, I can see Dallas and Landon, the band, and the crowd. It's doing nothing for my nerves.

We’re on the first stop on the tour, and this is the first time in a few years that I have been able to see the guys live. Their fan base has grown, and now, they’re singing to sold-out shows, even on small tours like this.

The guys feed off it, they always have. The louder the fans are, the better the concert. The lights are going over the stage, and the crowd is feeding into the hype.

Right now, they’re singing one of their slower love ballads that make all the girls swoon. Then Dallas turns, almost like he's facing the side of the stage, but he faces me and our eyes lock. This is the experience every girl in the crowd is hoping for. For a brief moment in time, they can pretend he’s singing to them.

I want to pretend he’s singing to me. In an alternate universe, maybe he is. Maybe, we would be together. I need to lock these feelings away, or the next two months are going to be painful and horrible for both of us, making things just plain weird, since we are spending so much time in the cramped space of the tour bus.

After this song, I’m going on and should be preparing. But Dallas still hasn't taken his eyes off me, and they have gone from the playfulness they had, when he first looked my way to downright steamy.

I'm in the black lace dress he approved, along with a jean jacket, black and gray cowboy boots, and a long turquoise cross necklace. I did my hair in a crown braid with the help of the drummer’s wife. She’s so excited to have another girl around on this tour, and I can't blame her. It will be nice to get away from the guys now and then.

The music stops, but Dallas still doesn't take his eyes off me. My brother introduces me, and the crowd screams. It's then Dallas smiles and holds his hand out for me to join them on stage. Like a magnet that has no choice, I’m drawn to him and take his hand. Just like that, I'm not focused on the crowd, which would have made me nervous.

He leads me over to Landon, who wraps an arm over my shoulders and kisses my temple. We get set up for our song, and I stand so I can see Dallas, while I sing, because