Page 26 of Rockstar Untamed
Sailor thought about Bay now, knowing by the time they got back from their month in Italy, Bay would have had the baby. Bodhi nudged her. “Spacing out?”
She grinned up at him. “Thinking about Bay. You know that saying ‘you should never meet your heroes?’ She disapproves that theory. And then there’s you.” She kissed his mouth gently. “You were my hero the moment I met you, Bodhi Creed.”
His eyes were soft with love. “And you were mine, Sails.” He bent his head and put his mouth next to her ear. “You know, Claudio has made up a bedroom for us in a converted workshop at the far end of his property. Very secluded, and almost soundproof. You have no idea of the things I’m going to do to you there.”
Sailor shivered with pleasure, feeling her libido flare up with desire. She shot a glance at Tim and Solly, but they were both deep in conversation with each other. “And I,” she said in a low, sultry voice, “have brought some toys we can play with.”
Bodhi’s eyes widened. “Naughty girl.”
Sailor grinned. “I am what you made me, Creed.”
It was late by the time their town car pulled up outside the farmhouse and Claudio Fonseca came to meet them. Sailor watched as first Solly hugged her brother, then he and Bodhi gave each other a bear hug. Bodhi introduced him to Sailor and Tim, who smiled shyly. Claudio was a stunningly handsome man, tanned skin, dark hazel eyes, shaggy dark hair. Not as tall as Bodhi (nor, in Sailor’s opinion, as gorgeous), he nevertheless towered over her and Tim and when he picked the sleepy Tim up, Tim cuddled him as if he’d known him forever and Sailor saw a little surprise in Bodhi’s eyes.
lettuce, tomato on the crusty bread and slathering it in mayo. Sailor almost drooled at the sight. Bodhi’s hand was stroking her back as he chatted away with Claudio, sometimes dropping into Italian when Claudio, whose English wasn’t as good as his sister’s, looked confused.
It was past midnight when they were finally shown their bedroom, and Sailor grinned when she saw it. It looked like somewhere from a different century, rustic to the extreme. It had been remodeled from an old outbuilding, one large room with a small kitchen and bathroom fitted, large open windows that were shuttered. A huge bed draped in white mosquito netting was at one end. A night stand, which consisted of an old metal table with flaking paint, was stuffed with books, and on top, an old-style lamp with filaments on top. Sailor sighed happily. “This is beautiful,” she said and went to study one of Claudio’s abstracts that hung in the living area. A riot of colors and shapes and Sailor found it magnetic. Claudio came to stand beside her as Bodhi lugged their suitcases into the bedroom. Claudio studied Sailor.
“You like?”
She nodded. “Very much. I don’t know why, but it makes me happy to see all those colors, especially the ones that should clash, next to each other.”
Claudio nodded, pleased. “That’s what I intended. I sincerely believe that color can help with mental health or even just improve your mood.”
Sailor smiled at him. “You’ve certainly achieved that, Claudio, and not just in this painting. This whole place is…a reminder. Of simplicity, of beauty. I can’t imagine anyone being unhappy here.”
Claudio touched her arm. “Thank you, that means a lot. Now,” he looked up as Bodhi joined them, “I’ll leave you two alone. You need anything, just call or help yourself. See you in the morning.”
When they were alone, Bodhi kissed Sailor tenderly. “You tired, baby?”
She nodded but looked up into his eyes with her own soft look and full of desire. “I am…but I might need a nightcap before I’m able to fully relax, you know?”
Bodhi got her meaning immediately and grinned. “Well,” he said, lifting her into his arms and carrying he to the bed, “Let’s see what sort of nightcap I can offer you.”
He stripped her and, not wanting to wait, he tugged her legs around his waist and pushed inside her. They made love slowly, not wanting to break the spell of this warm summer night and afterward, fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Bay shook Tom’s shoulder gently. “Tom? Babe?”
Tom blinked his eyes open to see her standing by the bed, and she grinned at him, pointing at her belly. “We have lift off.”
They called Kym and Roman to come look after the girls, while Tom took his wife to the hospital. As they chatted easily in the car, neither noticed the beat-up Camaro following them.
Tom had insisted that she have a birthing suite at the best private hospital and Bay didn’t argue. Just like she told Sailor, when it came to their children, she wanted the best. The nurses and midwives greeted them like old friends, after Esme and Milly had been born, Tom had given the maternity wards a huge donation, so relieved that the birth had gone smoothly. They had been worried that since Bay’s shooting, she might not be able to carry to full-term, but now, as they waited for the birth of their son, Bay had proved again that she was invincible.
As the nurses performed tests and doctor examined her, Tom stroked her hair from her face. The contractions were painful, but Bay had learned to breathe through them. She gripped his big hand tightly when one hit her.
“Oww, oww, oww,” she grinned as her muscles cramped and her pelvis shifted. “Remind me again why we decided to have another?”
Tom kissed her forehead. “Because we’re masochists.”
“Oh, right, yeah, that’s it…oh good, that one’s over.” Bay breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back against the pillows. She seemed totally at ease with the amount of people examining her naked groin. The doctor looked up.
“Well, you’re about halfway dilated,” he said, “So, hang on in there. Want an epidural?”
Bay shook her head. “Like he said, we’re masochists.”
It was hours, and in the morning, Tom went to call Kym and updated her and talk to the girls on the phone. Bay settled on the bed, trying to get comfortable. She closed her eyes, knowing she wouldn’t sleep because the contractions were getting closer, and trying to relax the rest of her body. Deep breathing helped immeasurably, and as she was focusing on it, she didn’t hear or see the person, dressed in hospital scrubs with a face mask, who had slipped into her room.
Stuart Lawson gazed down at the woman he had always been obsessed with, who he’d shot in cold blood all those years ago. If anything, the years had made Bay lovelier than ever and pregnancy certainly suited her.
