Page 20 of Rockstar Untamed
Tomas nodded, his eyes heavy. “The police won’t tell me anymore details than that. They’ve kept it out of the press for their own reasons… and I haven’t told Bay, yet.”
Sailor didn’t know what they were talking about. She looked at Bodhi, who gave her a slight shake of his head and bent his head to whisper in her ear. “I’ll tell you later.”
Emily was speaking to Tom. “Did you ever tell her about the letters?”
Tom shook his head, then looked up and smiled as Bay came back to the table. She seemed to notice the change in atmosphere. “What’s up?”
Tom grinned. “Nothing, it’s just we missed you.”
Bay laughed, and Dash pretended to gag. Bay swatted his head, but seemed satisfied with Tom’s answer. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her, and Sailor saw the love in his eyes.
It was the same way Bodhi looked ather.God, am I projecting? Is it because I so desperately want him to love me?She felt Bodhi’s hand close around hers.
As they left the restaurant, Bay took Sailor’s cell phone and programmed her own number in. “Call me, anytime, Sailor. I mean it.”
Back at the hotel, Bodhi poured them both some champagne. “A few years ago, when the band had first signed to Quartet, they had a manager called Stu Lawson. He was Kym’s boyfriend at the time, and he was abusive…he beat her, constantly. He and Bay always had a fractious relationship. Long story short, Kym left him, Bay fired him…and Stu shot Bay three times and left her for dead. He abducted and almost killed Kym too. Bay nearly didn’t make it.”
Sailor was shocked to her core. “God, I had no idea.”
Bodhi half-smiled. “You really were sheltered, huh?”
Sailor nodded. “We were only allowed certain news, and now I think about it…the only crime stories we were ever allowed to know about were the ones either committed by a woman (to show us how evil we were as a gender) or by men who said that the woman drove him to it.”
Bodhi looked angry. “Jesus.Seriously, Sails, if I ever get my hands on Bart Foy…”
She took his hand. “I don’t want to talk about him. Not after such a lovely day.”
Bodhi leaned over and kissed her. “Good plan, it has been a great day…and it’s about to get better. Let’s take this champagne to bed.”
Bodhi took a swig of champagne, then holding it in his mouth, he clamped his mouth on Sailor’s clit, feeling the bubbles fizz against her. Sailor gasped at the sensation, and Bodhi felt his cock respond, becoming almost painfully hard as he circled his tongue around her clit, his fingers digging hard into the flesh of her hips to keep her steady while he licked, and sucked and bit gently on the hardening bud. He was relentless, not letting her rest until she came, hard, screaming his name and as she was still coming, he thrust his cock deep inside her, pinning her hands to the bed above her head, his eyes intense on hers as they fucked.
“You are my world, Sailor, my world…” He meant every word too, and when he came, and she was almost crying from multiple orgasms, he gathered her to him and kissed her tenderly.
When she had finally fallen asleep in his arms, Bodhi Creed made a decision. He thought about how Tom had looked in the restaurant, telling them that his lover’s life may once again be in danger. It was how he had felt when Sailor told him that if Bart Foy found her, she would be a dead woman.
That wasn’t going to happen.
Because if they ever came near Sailor again, Bodhi Creed was going to take Bart Foy and The Children of Love down.
Tim squinted at Sailor as she sat at the edge of the pool, a stack of paperwork and her laptop beside her. “Sails, when are you going to stop working and come play with us?”
Sailor grinned at him. Bodhi was trying to teach Tim to swim, but, apparently, they both found her way too distracting. “When I’m done, impatient boy.Boys,” she added, grinning at Tim’s father who was eyeing her lasciviously. “Timbo, when you can swim and entire length without your Dad holding your swim trunks, I’ll come in.”
“A wholelength? Comeon,” Tim groaned, flopping backward in the water and pouting. It had been a month since their trip to San Francisco, and every day, as far as Sailor was concerned, her life got better. Tim and Bodhi were really bonding now, and since Bodhi had started teaching Tim to swim, in between fooling around, Tim was gaining confidence.
Sailor was staying most nights at the guesthouse now, most of her stuff had naturally migrated over from the tiny studio apartment. Bodhi had asked, on one of his nightly visits to her bed, why she didn’t give up the apartment.
Sailor had grinned and told him, “Because I like that I have the choice where to sleep. It means a lot to me.”
And Bodhi got it, and never once tried to persuade her to give the studio up. Every minute they spent in bed, Sailor began to feel more feminine, more confident, Bodhi worshiped her body as if he couldn’t have any other woman in the world, when clearly, hecould.It still blew Sailor’s mind.
And she loved working for him,withhim, she corrected, as Bodhi had insisted they were a partnership, not boss/employee. Getting more involved with organizing his next tour, not for a year or so or until Tim was completely settled, he’d insisted. Talking to Emily, and often, Bay, too, Sailor began to feel as if she were growing competent in his world too. She loved chatting with both women, and sometimes Tom, who would call out things when Bay had her on speaker phone, mostly making fun of his ‘huge’ wife. Bay was close to giving birth now with their third child. Bay and Tom’s twin daughters, Esme and Milly, were already five and causing their parent's hair to turn gray, Bay claimed, but Sailor could hear the love in her voice.
Bay told her that she had some experience with rockstar parents, Kym’s mother and father were Charlie and Mac Clayton, who were huge in the Eighties and weren’t present for most of Kym’s childhood. It affected Kym’s confidence to a large degree, Bay told Sailor.
“I sometimes think it was the reason she stayed with Stu for so long,” Bay told her, and Sailor was surprised that she was so open about the man who had tried to kill her.
“Bodhi told me what happened. I’m so sorry, Bay.”
