Page 25 of Rockstar Untamed
“You make me the happiest guy in the world, Sailor.”
She grinned down at him. “Good. Now shut up and fuck me, Creed.” And laughing, he obeyed her.
Soleil kissed the by-now very sore mouth of Hedda, her date, and got up to go to the bathroom. She paused in the doorway, knowing the light from the bathroom would silhouette her perfect shape and looked back over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare move.”
Hedda smiled. God, Soleil was gorgeous and a mind-blowing lover. She wondered how many men had set their sights on the beautiful art dealer only to be crushed when they found out she was gay.
Hedda waited until Soleil closed the bathroom door before she grabbed her cellphone and tapped out a quick message.
She’s here.
In a second, the reply came back.
Good. Stay close.
Hedda smiled and dropped the phone back into her purse. When Soleil returned, Hedda pressed her lips to hers, and they began to make love again. Hedda hoped that Bartholomew Foy only wanted Soleil to get to Sailor and Bodhi. She really hoped that Soleil wouldn’t be considered a loose end.
She was such an amazing fuck, and it would be such a shame.
Sailor’s excitement about flying across the Atlantic Ocean was infectious. Both Bodhi and Tim were grinning as she gaped out of the jet window at the ocean below.
“How come you’ve never gone on holiday abroad, Sailor? Did your mom and dad not take you?”
Sailor and Bodhi exchanged a look then Sailor smiled at Tim. “No, pumpkin…I didn’t have parents, I lived in a kind of…um…special place, where kids without parents sometimes grow up.”
Tim looked thoughtful. “Like a children’s home?”
Sailor hesitated. “Something like that.”
“Hey, kiddo,” Bodhi rescued her, “Who do you think Auntie Solly is on the phone too for this long?”
Tim grinned as Soleil, cell phone clamped to her ear, stuck out her tongue. “One of her girlfriends,” Tim said wisely, but Solly shook her head, giving him a smile, but holding up a finger to ask for a moment more.
Sailor sat back into Bodhi’s arms and felt him press his lips to her temple. They were on the way to Italy to stay with Solly’s brother, Claudio, Bodhi’s best friend. Claudio was an artist and worked mainly from a farmhouse in the middle of the Tuscan countryside. Bodhi’s mother, despairing that Bodhi preferred music to art as he grew up, had mentored Claudio from a young age and now they frequently collaborated. While Vittoria Creed was mainly retired now, Claudio’s stock was rising fast in the art world, mainly thanks to his sister’s tireless work on his behalf. Claudio liked art, his friends and screwing, he didn’t like networking. Soleil handled that side things; arranging exhibitions, making sure Claudio’s name was on everyone’s lips.
Sailor couldn’t wait until they landed. She’d never dreamed she’d be going to Europe, even after she’d escaped the cult, she had thought it an impossible goal; she hadn’t anticipated she would fall in love with a billionaire.
Money was the one thing she was uncomfortable with in her relationship with Bodhi. He had continued to pay her salary, and frequent huge bonuses, even after they had become a couple, and Sailor didn’t know how she felt about that. When Bodhi had told her he had put her name on his bank account, she got scared.
“Bodhi, no, it’s too much, too soon.”
But he wouldn’t hear any argument. “It’s just money, Sails. There’s so many more important things in life, like how much I love you. Money doesn’t come into it.”
That’s because you have it,Sailor had thought, but stayed silent. She had talked to Bay Tambe about knowing, knowing she had married the already rich Tom Meir. Bay had sympathized.
“Girl, believe me, I know how you feel. It went against all my sensibilities to accept that Tom was rich and by default then, so was I. It never goes away, but I found little ways to try and equalize the balance. When the girls came along, that all shifted to the back of my mind, I didn’t care how much we spent on them, I wanted to give them the best start. That being said, they still have to do chores for pocket money, and we’ve tried to teach them the value of money. They’re pretty sensible, they take after Tom, like that.”
Sailor had laughed. “I’d love to meet them one day.”
“You definitely will.” Sailor heard Bay shift and groaned a little.
“You okay?”
Bay laughed. “Yep, just the size of a house. Any day now, this little slugger’s going to make an appearance.”
“Excited?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
