get home that night, I have forgotten all about the creepy manager, until Landon calls.
“Hey, how’s your trip?” I ask.
“Fine. I wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing. Dallas called.” He says.
“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 grips the counter surrounding me, I place the plates on the counter and turn to face him.
“You have been teasing me all week, Dallas, and then you walk out here like this tonight. It’s time to even the playing field.” I run a hand up his arm, over his shoulder, and down his chest.
This is the first time I get to see his ink up close. Over his heart is a tattoo of the state of Texas with a heart just to the right of the center. It has to hold some meaning, but being we aren’t from Texas, I’m not sure what.
I run my finger over it to the crossed guitars on the other side with the quote, ‘Because your mine, I walk the line’ from one of our favorite Johnny Cash songs.
I’m distracted from my exploring, when the oven timer goes off. Neither of us moves, but I meet his eyes. They’re heated, as he’s been watching me.
“Dinner time,” I whisper. He moves and takes the plates to finish setting the table, as I pull the food out.
Dinner is intense. Neither of us says anything, but I swear Dallas is undressing me with his eyes. His gaze is just as fiery as when I was tracing his tattoos.
“Eat up, baby girl.” He says breaking me from his gaze, as I realize I had stopped eating just to watch him.
I turn my eyes back to my plate and finish eating. Once I’m done, I stand to clean up the kitchen, when his hands take mine.
“Leave it.” He says, and without letting go of my hand, heads to the living room. He turns the TV on to some cooking show and pulls me onto the couch next to him.
My ass barely hits the couch, when his lips are on mine. It’s a deep, heated kiss that matches the intensity of his gaze earlier. He keeps pulling me closer, like he can’t get me close enough.
Without realizing how it happened, I’m straddling his lap all without breaking the kiss. He starts trailing kisses across my jaw, as he tangles a hand in my hair and pulls my head back to start kissing down my neck.
“More,” I gasp.
His hands leave my hair, and I look back at him.
“Are you wet for me?” He whispers, as his hand snakes up my thigh and into my shorts.
He runs his finger over my panties, making me moan.
“Yeah, you are. Damn, Austin, knowing I can do this to you.” He shakes his head and keeps rubbing me lightly over my panties.
“Dallas,” I groan.
“What do you need?”
“Your mouth.” I want him to kiss me again, but he gives me a devilish smile.
“You want my mouth on you down here?” He rubs a bit harder, making me cry out.
“Yes!”
Then, an unsure look crosses over his face, and he pulls his hand from my shorts.
“What is it?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
He studies my face for a minute before he throws his head against the back of the couch and looks at the ceiling. Both his hands grip my hips, but neither of us moves.
“I haven’t done that before, gone down on a girl. There are a lot of things I haven’t done. I was very much a one-trick pony.” His confession shocks me.
“What do you mean?” I ask, needing to know more.
He shakes his head, “This is totally going to kill the mood.”
“Then, we will have just as much fun getting it back.” I urge him on.
“I may have been a playboy, but it was always on my terms. I didn’t kiss a lot and never in public. I only did it in one position ever, never took my shirt off, never went down on a girl, and never let them go down on me.”
“You’ve never had a blow job?” I ask shocked.
His eyes find mine, as he shakes his head.
“What position?” I ask.
He gives me a dry laugh. “From behind, I never wanted to see their faces.”
“Why?” I ask.
“I promise to tell you just not now. It’s a little too deep for us tonight.” His eyes plead with me to let it go.
“This is why you haven’t let us go beyond kissing?” I ask him.
He slowly nods with that uncertain look back on his face.
“Do you realize you admitting this to me turns me on even more?”
Confusion clouds his face. “What?”
I laugh, “Dallas, I didn’t care when I thought you had done more things with these women than I would ever want to try. But knowing you might at some point trust me with some of your firsts? That is a huge turn on.”
He pulls my face to his and kisses me slowly, like he has all the time in the world.
“There’s no might. You will be the one getting my firsts. All of them. I hope maybe we’ll find some you can give me.”
I laugh. “Trust me, I can name a few off the top of my head.”
“Such as?”
“Well, I’ve never let a guy go down on me. I’ve never let a guy come in my mouth, I’ve never gone bareback, or had sex outside the bedroom.” I shrug. “And when you decide to give me your reasons, I’ll give you mine.”
“Deal. Would you be up for checking off one of those firsts for both of us?” He asks.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I want you to come on my tongue. Ever since you stepped out in these tiny shorts earlier, I’ve been thinking about it. I want to know what you taste like. I want to know what you look like, when you let go and what drives you wild. Will you let me?”
I nod, a bit shy, but I want to do this with him. Only with him. He lifts me off him and lays me on the couch. His hands shake a little, and in some weird way knowing he’s nervous, eases my nerves, too.
He slides my shorts off and tosses them on the floor and runs his hands back up my legs, spreading me wide.
“These panties are soaked. Do you have any idea how hot that is?” He asks.
I nod, as he smiles and leans down to kiss me just below my belly button.
“Will you take your shirt off?” He asks.
I hesitate for only a minute, before I sit up just enough to pull the tank top off. I wasn’t wearing a bra under it, so now, I lay completely naked in front of him with the exception of my barely there lace panties.
“So perfect.” He mumbles against my skin.
He runs his hands down my side, until he gets to my hips, and he sees the tattoo there. It’s a guitar with Highway 55 written next to it, the band’s name. On the guitar, are the orange wildflowers that were always filling our field in the summer, when we were growing up.
Dallas stares at it and runs his finger over it, before looking back at me.
“When did you get this?” He asks.
“When you had your first platinum album.” I see him doing the calculations in his head. That was several years ago.
“How have I not seen it?” He asks.
I shrug, “Because I wear mostly one-piece bathing suits around you guys, per Landon’s orders.” I smile.
After he caught so many guys blatantly staring at me, when I would swim in a bikini, he demanded I wear a bathing suit that covered more. So, I got a few of those cute vintage 1950s one-piece halter swimsuits with the shorts.
“I might have put that bug in his ear. I hate how they stared at you.” He says, his eyes still on the tattoo.
“Any other tattoos I should know about?” He asks.
“If I told you, it would take the fun out of it.”
He leans over and places a feather-light kiss over the tattoo, before kissing across the top of my panties to my hips, and then slowly pulling them down and kissing one leg and slowly back up the other.
He spreads my legs, and his eyes travel up my body to my breasts, which he hasn’t even touched yet. Leaning up, he takes one into his mouth, giving it a light nip, before moving over to the other, and then slowly kissing down my belly, before landing on my clit.
His tongue circles my clit, and he raises his eyes to me. Our eyes lock, as he continues the assault on my clit, and the sensations that take over my body are indescribable.
When his mouth moves further down, and his tongue slides into me, my hips buck trying to get closer. He rests an arm over my hips to hold me in place and rubs his thumb over my clit.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” I swear I can feel him smile against me, before he picks up the pace with his tongue, keeping slow firm strokes on my clit. The mixed sensations overwhelm me, and my climax hits hard. I cum harder than I ever have in my life, screaming his name.
Once my body relaxes, I open my eyes, and Dallas is staring at me in wonder.
“Mmmm, what is it?” I ask.
He shakes his head, “I think I just realized...” He stops and shakes his head again and grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, pulling it over us, as he lies down beside me.
“Honesty. I want all of you, Dallas.”
“Probably not something to talk about after what we just did.”
“Yet, I’m going to insist you do.”
“I just realized how many women faked it with me. Watching you let go like that for me? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“So, you got two firsts tonight.” I smile and kiss his chest. I trail my hand over his hard cock. “We can go for three.”
“Mmmm, you can feel how bad I want you, but tonight was about you. My pace may not make sense to you, but I want to do this right. Though, I’ll always make sure you’re taken care of, okay?”
I snuggle into him and hum my agreement. Neither one of us is in a hurry to head upstairs.