He did, though, his expression serious as he stared into my eyes. “I wasn’t always this way, Evie babe. Something happened to me that changed my entire perspective on life, and I’m a better man for it.”
I almost asked him what happened, but the movie was kicking off, and the last thing I wanted to do was talk through his movie premiere. There’d be plenty of time to learn everything about each other in the future.
The opening scene was Brodie in the middle of a warzone,facing off against his archnemesis, and I recognized this as the final scenes of the last movie. This was where he’d been attacked with a special weapon developed in an alternate Earth and containing the crystal of Tartarus—the only stone that could pierce through the bloodstone’s power.
I’d forgotten until this moment that he’d been shot and presumed dead, and as I watched Brodie get blasted to the ground by Sycophant Demonaide,a dark entity from alternate Earth, my heart clenched in my chest. When the light died in Bloodstone’s eyes, heat burned behind my own eyes, and I barely managed not to cry.
Pressing closer to Brodie, I slipped my hand up to his chest, the solid beat of his heart an assurance that he was alive and well. Brodie reached out and wrapped his big palm over mine, the heat of his skin pressing into me, while his other hand flicked away a tear that had escaped.
The scene abruptly changed as his love interest in the movie shot up in her bed, sobbing and screaming, as it had all been a dream about when her love was torn from her.
Fuck, this was so much harder with Brodie’s familiar face reflecting in the photo she grasped and cried against, and now I was actually crying, my damn makeup that I’d taken an hour to apply running down my face.
Brodie chuckled under his breath, and I gasp-sobbed as he half lifted me out of my seat and into his lap. This startled me from my empathizing with the beautiful actress on the screen, who was mourning her love.
My love.Okay, that was a little far, but he was certainlymy likeat the moment, and seeing his death on a massive screen was too much.
Brodie turned me toward him and rubbed my back soothingly. “I’m right here, Evie babe. I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered it over and over, and no doubt we were drawing attention fromthose around us, but I was so busy burying my face against his suit to care. Eventually I calmed down and went to get off his lap, but he kept me solidly pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me, one hand caressing up and down my thigh. Getting far too close to my lace underwear for how near our neighbors were.
Under my ass, his hard length remained for the entire two hours, all the while he stroked my bare thigh. By the time the final credits rolled around, I was a desperate, dripping, needy woman.
“Not fair,” I growled, as the lights came on and noise erupted as everyone cheered and gave a standing ovation for the movie. “Teasing me through the whole?—”
Brodie stood with me in his arms, and I had no idea how he’d managed it, but it did shut me up.
As he set me on my feet, he spun me to face him, leaning down to press his lips to mine, mouth opening as he devoured me. “Longestand besttwo hours of my life,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re driving me crazy, babe.”
Okay, so the teasing hadn’t just been one sided, which I’d already been aware of. But I liked him pointing it out.
Pressing up on my toes, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You were so amazing. That’s my favorite one of the franchise so far, minus the part where you were dead for twenty minutes.”
Hopefully no one watching the movie was breaking the rules and taking photos of us right now, or we’d be all over the tabloids tomorrow.
Brodie’s smirk kicked in hard. “You have to admit, I looked good for a dead guy, though.”
He’d get no argument from me, even if I would have to fast-forward through those opening scenes whenever I rewatched this movie. Which would be a lot.
“Come on, let’s get out of here before they all demand mytime and attention,” Brodie said, linking our fingers together and leading me down the aisle and to the stairs.
Part of me knew I should protest, because he was surely here to socialize with the other famous people, but a larger part was remembering the hard length of his cock under my ass for two hours, and it was going to be the winner here tonight.
Sorry, famous people. Brodie Keller and I had to get back to Bluebell House and finish what he’d started when he stroked my thigh all night.
We ended up using the same entrance way as before, but unfortunately, this time the way wasn’t exactly clear. Brodie cursed as flashes blinded us when we stepped out, and he lifted his hand to shield my face the best he could as his security rushed to ensure that no one touched or stopped us as we headed for the car.
“Evelyn! What are you doing here with Brodie? How do you two know each other?”
Questions shot out from multiple places, and I was too freaked out to do more than squeak, keep my head down, and put one heeled foot in front of the other.
“Does Mr. Keller know about the shooting?”
I stumbled, but Brodie had me, getting me into the back of the SUV security had been in before. I would guess that it wasn’t safe for him to drive himself from here, now that the paparazzi had found us.
“What the fuck?” Brodie snarled, ripping off his jacket as soon as we were inside and moving. “How’d they find out?”
On the inside, I was freaking out because they’d mentioned the shooting. Theyhad mentioned the shooting.Which meant my cover was blown. But I couldn’t lose it until I was alone; security didn’t need to see my freak out.
“Theatre tipped them off,” the driver said. There was another man in the passenger seat, who turned to face us. He was huge, with closely cropped black hair, dark brown eyes,and a no-nonsense expression on his face. He had to be a decade or two older than us, and as he leaned in, I could see a gun under his coat.
