Bad Boy Brody(13)

The best days were spent at a nearby watering hole. It was shallow enough that it warmed quickly. I loved being there.

And other days, if I was more bored than usual, I’d go to the house. I’d try to pretend to be human, but then weird feelings would move up inside me, feelings that I didn’t know how to handle. So, once that happened, I’d go back to Shiloh.

I knew it didn’t make sense to others, but it was my life. It was my world. It was the way I made sense of the senseless.

But today, I did none of those things.

Today, I thought of him.

As the days wore on, as they continued to make their movie, he kept showing up in my thoughts. I’d gone back a few times just to watch. One time, I left the barn to sneak into his cabin to watch him sleep.

He’d been restless, tossing and turning. A bottle of alcohol on the floor next to his bed, within reaching distance. Every time I watched him, he had one of those bottles keeping him company, but no one else. Feeling a stirring in my chest, I always thought I would find a woman with him, but I never did.

I tried telling myself I didn’t care.

I thought he had caught me the time I snuck in. His eyes had fluttered open, and he had lifted his head, a sleepy groan escaping his parted lips. “Wha—” He had shaken his head, but the alcohol took control over him again, and his eyelids weighed heavy. His deep breathing told me he fell asleep the next instant.

I smiled to myself, remembering that night.

Alcohol and sweat filled the room, but there was another smell. It was manly, somewhat pine-scented, but it was him. I’d been around enough people to know each person had their own smell, and I liked it.

I liked him.

I might be only half from his world, and Matthew said he was the star, but he was different. He wasn’t like the others. He was more. He commanded more. He demanded more. There was a sizzle in the air around him. It wasn’t just me that he affected. I watched the females. He affected all of them, too, even the older ones. It might not have been in the same way, but he still drew them to him. One grey-haired lady looked after him like a mother; another female who was always barking at people, pointing around as she stood by the cameras, had a fondness for him. Her voice was softer, more patient with him.

I lifted my hands, holding his shirt as I buried my head in it. I breathed him in again. I’d have to take it back and swipe another. His smell was fading, being replaced with Shiloh’s and mine. But until then, I draped it over my chest.

It had come to be my favorite blanket.

The stallion whinnied at that moment, and everyone looked at him.

Grazing was over.





Brody



“Cut!”

We were filming on the back of the river in a valley between the Kellerman’s mountain and the other. There was a clearing on our side, giving us enough space to comfortably set everything up, but trees and vegetation filled the other bank. Higher on the adjacent mountain was a clearing like ours. I found myself looking up every now and then, wondering if I’d catch a glimpse of the girl. Then again, that’d been the theme for me over the last two weeks.

Everywhere we went on the Kellerman’s lands, I always wondered if she was out there. If she was watching. If she was with her horse. If I’d get another glimpse of her.

A hand fell down, grazing over my groin, and I stiffened.

“Oh. Sorry.” Kara laughed, but her hand came back for another rub.

She didn’t sound sorry.

We’d been filming the last scene for the twentieth time, and Kara kept forgetting her words. Normally, I wouldn’t care. This was part of the job, but it was a scene where I had to keep shoving my tongue down her throat. Every time she slipped up, her hand fell to my ass, and she’d squeeze, pressing against me.

I was half-grinding against a woman. My dick was up, but it wasn’t her in my head when we were kissing. It wasn’t her body rubbing against mine. It was the damned ghost that had been plaguing my dreams and thoughts since I’d gotten to this place. I could’ve sworn she had been in my room one night, but when I woke, there’d been no evidence she’d been there. The doors were all locked and no window was left open.

Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling she’d been there.

Shanna’s hands cupped around her mouth as she yelled, “That’s a wrap. Start taking everything down. We move locations tonight.”

“Thank God.” Kara pretended to pout, her slim body leaning into mine. Her hand traced down my arm. “If you want, we could take this back to your place?”

The diva was given her own cabin like me. They thought she’d want privacy. Apparently, it’d been too far away for her to walk every day. She demanded to be moved, and she’d been given the master bedroom instead.

I grinned down at her. “Not a chance in hell.” My hands went to her arms, and I shoved her away, one clean push to get her body off mine.

I turned to leave.

“Ass.”

I paused but then let it go.

I’d spoken too quickly to Gayle. Kara was a problem, and I had a feeling she was going to continue to be until I shoved my prick into her. She’d been breathing down my neck, and her hands had been trying to rub my groin since she arrived for the table read.

“Brody.” I was walking past the director when she waved me over. She was standing a few feet away from the camera crew.