Page 56 of Rockstar Untamed
Bodhi smiled at her, his eyes soft with love. “You better, and not just with that magical body of yours…Sails, we’ve put it off and put it off. I want to marry you, soon, next summer if that suits you. And I’d like to get married here, in Italy.”
She stroked his cheek with the back of a finger. “I would love that, baby. August? When it gets that sultry, sleepy feeling in the air.”
“Perfect.”
Two hours later, they arrived at the villa. Secluded, surrounded on one side by cypress trees which snaked down the long driveway, the views over the Tuscan hills were breathtaking. Bodhi, though, only had eyes for one thing. He opened the main door to the villa, and let them both into the cool, shaded lobby, beautiful, original tiles on the floor, stone arches showed the way in the main house. He dumped their bags and reached for his love. Sailor went into his arms, grinning, knowing what he wanted. She hitched up her skirt as he reached under it then laughed as he encountered bare flesh.
“You were going commando all the way here and didn’t tell me?” He feigned outrage but soon enough, he tackled her to the floor, pushing the skirt up past her hips and hooking her legs over his shoulders. He buried his face in her sex and took her clit into his mouth.
“I want to taste your cock,” Sailor complained but Bodhi, looking up with a smug grin, merely said. “Anticipation, baby.”
Sailor chuckled. “Oh, so this is revenge?”
“Want me to stop?”
“Oh, god no…Jesus, Bodhi that’s sogood…”
He made her come then, freeing his diamond-hard cock from his jeans, plunged into her, making her cry out. Grinning widely, Bodhi fucked her hard, pinning her hands down, kissing her mouth roughly.
Sailor almost wept as she came, her body bucking and writhing under him. “God, Bodhi, Bodhi!”
Bodhi reached his orgasm, groaning as he pumped thick creamy semen deep into her belly. “Christ…I love you, you fucking sexy woman…”
They lay panting, still connected until Bodhi rolled off of her and took her hand as they both stared up at the ceiling. Sailor giggled. “Well, Mr. Creed, you got your revenge, and I must say, I enjoyed it.”
Bodhi kissed her lips. “And that’s only the start of it.” She smiled up at him then scrambled to her feet, offering him her hands.
“Come on, Creed, let’s get settled in and I’ll make us some lunch. Then we discuss the rest of your evil seduction plans.”
Bodhi stroked his hand down her side as she stood in the doorway of the villa then slid his arms around her waist. Sailor leaned back into him. The evening was settling in, and Bodhi had lit the sconces out on the driveway and down the garden.
“It’s just heaven,” Sailor sighed and Bodhi nuzzled the back of her neck.
“Could you imagine living here…permanently?”
She turned in his arms and studied his face. “Really?”
He nodded. “Baby…I know you hate Los Angeles and to be honest, with everything that happened there…and I’m tired of the life of a rockstar. My contract with Quartet is up after the next album.”
Sailor chewed her lip. “You want out?”
“I want out. God, how much does one man need? I have all the money in the world to support you and the kids…and I just don’t need the fame anymore. I’m tired of being ‘Bodhi Creed.' I want to be Mr. Sailor King and live in blissful obscurity.”
Sailor stroked a dark curl back behind his ear. “Honey, I think you should do what feels right and whatever that is, I’m there for you one hundred percent. Are you sure you won’t get bored?”
Bodhi grinned. “With you and the kids here? No way. Plus, I get to do all the artisanal things that my mom has begged me to do all my life, make furniture, paint. I’ll always love music, it’s my blood, but now I just want to do it for us, for myself, as a hobby. But,” he added, taking her face in his hands, “I realize that you spent nearly half a century shut away somewhere secluded.”
“Totally different scenario,” Sailor said with a frown, then her face softened. “But it’s sweet of you to consider that. Bodhi…the life you describe here, the life we could have…god…it would be like a dream. We’d have to work something out with Gemma – she won’t want to have Tim this far away.”
Bodhi looked a little sheepish. “Tim and I have had conversations about it recently. Just casual, nothing heavy but I wanted to know where his mind was.”
“Come tell me about it outside, I want to enjoy the evening.”
They sat on the wall running around the grounds. Bodhi leaned over to kiss her. She looked adorable in her white cotton dress, her dark hair messy and tumbling down her back. Bodhi hooked strand over her ear, and she turned her head to kiss his hand. “Tell me about Tim.”
“Well, first let me say, that kid is a brainbox, and way older than his years. Probably not surprising, given what he’s been through, what he’s witnessed.”
Sailor nodded, her smile fading and Bodhi knew he’d hit a nerve. Tim had been abducted by her murderous father, who had forced Tim to watch his ‘aunt,' Soleil, being stabbed to death in front of him. Tim’d had counseling, of course, but it had aged the child. In some ways, it killed both Bodhi and Sailor that a good part of Tim’s childhood had been taken from him, and after Tim had been rescued, he’d had to deal with Sailor’s almost murder, then his mother, Gemma, had launched a legal case to reclaim her son.
