Page 12 of Rockstar Untamed
My dearest, precious Sailor,
Now that you have been gone from us for all these long months, I cannot bear the sadness that has come over all of us. You have left a chasm in our souls that cannot be replaced by anyone.
Please, my darling girl, return to the people who loved you, raised you, nurtured you. Return to me, loveliest Sailor, for I will be the husband of your dreams, just as I promised you. Just as I was to your friend and mentor, Tilly.
If anyone sees my darling girl, please call us collect on 555-658-845 or email me at[emailprotected], or speak to one of our advisors at anyone of our drop-in centers around the United States.
Please help us find our beloved girl. #FindSailor.
Bodhi groaned softly. Jesus, this man was a psychopath. Bodhi had seen way too many people like this in his line of work. Egotistical, control freaks who used passive aggressive tricks like this to control people. Bodhi had no doubt that when that didn’t work, Bartholomew Foy would turn to just plain old aggression. He had to find out more about this.
One thing Bodhi knew for certain. No way would Bartie Foy ever,everlay another hand on Sailor again.
Sailor choked in exasperation as Tim splashed sea water all over her as they played in the sandbars. Bodhi stretched out on a sun recliner, watched them with amusement, trying not to be too distracted by Sailor’s curves in her yellow two-piece, which looked striking against her golden skin.
“Hey, old man,” she yelled at him, and he grinned. “Come play with us.”
He waved his hand. “I don’t want to disturb your game.”And besides, if I get too close to you in that bikini, I won’t be responsible for my actions…
Sailor gave a face then, grinning wickedly, whispered something in Tim’s ear. The boy started to laugh, then covered his face to hide his giggles. They were obviously up to something.
Sailor strode out of the water and sauntered casually up the beach. Bodhi made no apology for admiring her body, and she caught the gleam in his eye.
“And you can stopthatright now,” she said tartly, then grinned. “Come on, rock god, come show the Great Whites what a real man looks like.”
She took his hands and pulled him into a sitting position, but he refused to be pulled to his feet, instead, laughing as Sailor, all of five-two, tried to pull his six-five up.She must weigh a quarter of what I do, he thought, fondly, then yelped as something very slimy and very cold was slipped down the back of his swim trunks. Sailor let go immediately as he got to his feet, ramming his hand down to his butt and pulling out a handful of seaweed from his shorts. Behind him, a giggle and he turned to see Tim, backing off, but grinning at him. Sailor skittered over to Tim, both of them laughing at Bodhi, and took his hand.
Bodhi looked between them and the handful of seaweed and stifled a laugh. Instead, he arranged his face into a warrior snarl and roared as he took off in hot pursuit of his tormentors. Tim and Sailor shrieked with laughter as he chased them back into the sea. Bodhi grabbed Tim and threw him up onto his shoulders as the child laughed. Bodhi grinned at him.
“Shall we get Sailor? Shall we?” He advanced on Sailor who was giggling uncontrollably and backing off, as they drew near. Tim gave a banshee scream, imitating his dad and they both rushed her, tipping her over into the sea. She emerged, gasping for air and laughing.
Bodhi thought he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. As Tim and Sailor teased him, and he played the fool for them, he was thinking about how much he would like to pull down one of those yellow cups on her bikini and take her nipple into his mouth, hear her gasp for pleasure, slid those bikini panties down her golden legs, run his tongue along her sex.
Jesus, stop, man. There was no way to hide an erection in these swim shorts. He backed off into deeper water and swam around them for a while, hoping his hard-on would subside.
Tim stood watching him, and he smiled at his son. “Can you swim, Timbo?”
Tim waved his hand. “A little bit. Not very much.”
“Would you like me to teach you?”
Tim hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “But not in the ocean, Dad. At home, I would like that better.”
Bodhi’s heart swelled, and he had to smile to hide the tears in his eyes. “Wherever you want, sport.”
Later after an exhausted Tim was sleeping, and after they’d all enjoyed a good meal of fresh fish and roast vegetables, they sat out on the beach again, the ever-present bottle of scotch between them.
Bodhi turned to Sailor with shining eyes. “He called me Dad, Sails.”
Sailor nudged his shoulder with hers. “I know. I nearly cried.”
“Me too.” Bodhi’s smile was incredulous. “It’s all cause of you, Sails, all of it. If you hadn’t…” His voice broke, and he cleared his throat, looking away. Sailor hesitated then leaned down and pressed her lips against his bare shoulder, just briefly. She looked up at him.
“You saved my life, Bodhi. And no, it wasn’t just me. I keep telling you, you’re a great dad, a wonderful, warm, giving person. Most, unlike a rockstar, I must say.” She made the joke to try and break the tension between them.
Bodhi studied her. “If you know how much I want to kiss you right now…”
Sailor’s eyes took on a wary look, and he was sorry he’d said that. “I apologize, Sailor. That was inappropriate.”
