“Honestly, she’s been unbearable, today,” Christina laughed, as she looped her arm around Tim’s shoulders. “Like an excited puppy. Gosh, Timbo, you’ve grown so much…and is that stubble?”
Bodhi grinned, and Tim looked pleased – despite the ‘stubble’ being about three hairs on his chin. Sailor felt her tiredness slip away as they got into Vittoria’s huge SUV, chatting and laughing. Vittoria and Christina had been together for six years now, and Bodh had completely accepted his mother’s female lover into his life without even a blink. Sailor smiled at him now; she knew how much he missed his mom and the place where he was born.
They stayed overnight at Vittoria and Christina’s huge city center apartment. Tim struggled to stay up late, like a man, but by ten o’clock, Sailor had to gently shoo him to his bedroom then went to check on her daughter. Solly, her dark curls messy on the pillow, had been out for the count since after they’d had dinner, and Sailor herself felt weary now. Tomorrow, she and Bodhi would drive out to their new home and prepare it for his mother to bring the kids for Christmas. A week to ourselves, Sailor thought now, with a smile. It really had been too long. She closed Solly’s door and padded quietly back to the living room. She stopped when she heard Bodhi ask his mother a question.
“Have you seen Claudio?” The pain in Bodhi’s voice was obvious.
Sailor felt sadness shoot through her. Claudio Fonseca had been Bodhi’s best friend from childhood, his brother, virtually, and they had been inseparable right up until the day when Claudio’s beautiful, wonderful sister Soleil was murdered by the man who was obsessed with Sailor. Claudio blamed Sailor for Soleil’s death, and his and Bodhi’s friendship was ruptured beyond repair. Sailor felt the weight of guilt on her shoulders for it, but Bodhi insisted that Soleil’s death was not Sailors fault.
“One day, Claudio will see that and then he will be back,” he’d said confidently.
But Claudio had cut everyone out of his life who was connected to Bodhi, even his mentor, Vittoria, who had guided him to be one the most successful young artists in the world.
Sailor leaned against the wall outside the living room and sighed, rubbing her eyes. She heard Vittoria’s soft voice. “No, darling. I’m sorry. I went to his apartment, but there was a For Sale sign up there…his place out in the country, I’m not sure. I didn’t want to intrude if he was there working, or…I don’t know.”
“It’s been five years, Mom.”
“I know, sweetheart. But Claudio didn’t have anyone else but Soleil. I called Maceo Bartoli to find out if he’d heard anything, but he hadn’t.” Vittoria sighed. “Darling, I think it’s time you accepted that Claudio no longer wants to be a part of this family. I’m sorry.”
Later, as they held each other in bed, Sailor could see the sadness in Bodhi’s eyes. “Do you want to talk about it, baby?”
But he shook his head, pressing his lips against hers. Both of them were way too tired to make love, but they kissed for a while before sleeping.
In the morning, a tearful Sailor hugged her children goodbye, and then she and Bodhi set out on the three-hour drive to their new Italian home. Bodhi held her hand as he drove, looking and smiling at her frequently.
“Big softie,” he said fondly, and Sailor laughed, wiping her cheeks dry.
“Sorry, I’ve just never been without Solly for one night, let alone seven.” She smiled, then. “Just think of the things we could get up to.”
“We’re going to fuck in every room in that place, my Sailor girl.” Bodhi looked smug.
She laughed and, reaching over, cupped his cock through his jeans. “You bet your sweet ass, we are. Except maybe that outhouse. Spiders,” she said and shuddered. Bodhi laughed.
“Remember that tarantula down in the Caribbean, the first weekend we were together?”
Sailor grimaced. “How could I forget? Can we change the subject back to me doing bad and wrong things to you?”
Bodhi grinned widely. “Most definitely. I might have to pull over and have you before we get there.”
“Uh-uh,” Sailor said, shaking her head. “Anticipation is everything, you big horn dog.”
Bodhi sighed dramatically. “Well, don’t be surprised if I get blue balls, you tease.”
Sailor reached over again to caress the bulge in his jeans, grinning wickedly, and Bodhi groaned. “Devil woman.” He grinned as she laughed, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
“Sorry, baby, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
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 so good…”
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.
Tim, in the courtroom, had stated without hesitation that he wanted to stay with his father and Sailor. The judge had ruled in Bodhi’s favor.
Tim, of late, had begun to rebuild his relationship with his mother, mostly via video link and email. Gemma had moved to Boston after losing the case and never contacted Bodhi directly. It was Tim’s ex-step-father, Evan, who had come through for them on many occasions, acting as an intermediary with Gemma and now Evan and Bodhi had become close friends.
Bodhi stroked Sailor’s face. “Don’t look so worried, gorgeous one. Tim’s pretty clear what he wants to do with his life. He wants to go to college. Harvard. He’s already two grades ahead, and they’re begging him to go there. Unheard of. So, Tim says he’s going to live with his mom during the semester, then spend holidays with us, here.”
Sailor was surprised. “Really?”
“Kid’s had it all thought out for months, apparently. He knew before I did that we’d end up here.”
Sailor sighed. “God, we’ll miss him so much.”
Bodhi nodded, his eyes sad. “I know. Solly, especially, I think. But then…we could always give her a little playmate.”
Sailor chuckled. “I was waiting for that subject to come up. You think it’s time?”
“I do, but obviously, it’s up to you.”
Sailor didn’t answer him, just nodded, smiling. Bodhi studied her. “Reservations?”
She hesitated for just a beat. “Not exactly, rather, I’d like to get the wedding out of the way first, then the move and when we’re settled. My first pregnancy was so stressful at the start, which I know, was mostly of my own doing, but this time, I want to enjoy every moment. Except for the pain part, obviously.”
Bodhi grinned. “Obviously. Well, I get that, and I think you’re right.” He caught a lock of her long dark hair and curled it around his finger. “We made it, sweetheart. That’s what I keep thinking. We made it.”
Sailor smiled. He was right, they had gone through hell and come out the other side. Their lives were perfect…almost. The shadow of Claudio still hung over them, but Sailor had a plan to resolve that issue. She hoped she could pull it off.
Bodhi tugged her to her feet. “Come, woman. I must have thee again.”
Sailor burst out laughing. “Such a gentleman.”
In their bedroom, she pulled her dress over her head, and Bodhi dropped to his knees to bury his head in her abdomen. He pressed his lips to her belly, to each of the scars her father’s knife had written on her body, as his fingers snagged the sides of her panties and drew them down her legs. “So beautiful,” he murmured and then his tongue was on her clit. Sailor gasped and swayed a little; Bodhi always knew exactly how to touch her to make her head whirl, her body catch flame. He gently pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs so he could taste her, hooking her legs over his shoulders. Sailor moaned softly, her fingers stroking his dark curls, her eyes closing as she gave in to the sensual pleasure. He murmured her name over and over as he sucked and nipped at her clit, making it uber-sensitive, making her cunt dampen and swell with desire.
“I want to taste you,” Sailor said, and Bodhi shifted so she could take his huge cock in her mouth, trailing her tongue up and down the shaft, teasing the ultra-sensitive tip until she felt it quiver and harden, the salty pre-cum on her tongue. They made each other come, Sailor’s honey in Bodhi’s mouth, his seed on her tongue. She swallowed him down as he righted himself and kissed her mouth, his cock already hardening again. She hitched her legs around his waist and gazed up at him with desire-filled eyes.
“Fuck me, Bodhi Creed, harder than you ever have before.”
He slammed his cock deep inside her, making her gasp and pinned her hands to the bed as he thrust, his glorious face almost dangerous as he fucked her. Sailor gasped, the thrill of menace turning her on. She loved it when Bodhi got rough when he let his guard down and really nailed her to the bed, or the floor, or in the shower. She wanted him so badly, wanted to sink into him, be absorbed into him at those moments.
“Rougher, baby,” she encouraged him and nodded when his eyes looked questioning. He grabbed the belt of her robe, the only thing in reach, and bound her hands. His mouth was rough on her lips, her throat, biting down on her shoulders, nipping at her breasts. He came then immediately flipped her onto her stomach and entered her from behind, pulling her hair, so her back arched as he fucked her. Sailor was crying out encouragement, enjoying the burn on her back, her shoulders, the pounding of his cock in her cunt.
“Want me to punish you?” His voice was a low, sensual growl and she nodded.
“Yes, yes, oh!” His hips slammed into her so hard, she had to cry out but gasped, half-laughing. “Yes, that’s it, that’s it, baby…”
“When I’m done, we’re going to have some fun with a blindfold, and the riding crop.” Their favorite toy was the riding crop. Sailor loved to be whipped by it, but having the kids in the house usually, they didn’t have much opportunity to use it because it made her scream with delight when Bodhi brought it down hard across her belly. Bodhi also liked to be whipped during sex, especially when Sailor, wearing their second-favorite toy, the strap-on-dildo, was pegging him, easing the dildo into his ass and fucking him.
True to his word, when they’d both come and were panting for air, Bodhi slid from the bed and retrieve a chair from the kitchen. Sailor, still catching her breath, watched him lazily, then took his hand and he pulled her up and led her to the chair.
“Will you be okay with this?”
Sailor hesitated. This was a new thing, being tied to the chair, but although she knew Bodhi would never hurt her – she had been tied to a chair when her father had stabbed her almost to death. Bodhi saw the hesitation in her eyes. “It’s okay, baby, we can do something else. How about I tie you to the bedpost?”
Sailor felt relief flood through her, and she nodded. Bodhi wound the supple leather strips around her body, binding her hands behind her, then slipped a velvet blindfold onto her eyes. “I’m going to touch you now.”
Sailor, trembling with anticipation, waited, her skin tingling. A t
humb stroked across each nipple. She felt him draw a finger down between her breasts then circle around her navel. Gentle hands pushed her thighs apart, and Sailor felt the tips of his fingers trailing along the length of her inner thigh, stopping, tantalizingly just before he reached her sex. His lips were soft against hers as he continued the feather-light caresses of her body and the whole experience was so exquisitely arousing, that Sailor felt her cunt swell and throb with the need for him. She felt him push a dildo into her, slowly, an inch at a time, heard his ragged breathing, knowing his cock would be hard and proud against his belly. As the pressure and thrust from the dildo got harder, she moaned her desire, and as she came, she felt his creamy seed splash on her belly, his groans telling her that he was enjoying this strange new way of making love as much as she was.
Afterward, he freed her from the bedpost but asked her to keep the leather straps wrapped around her body. They crisscrossed her breasts and belly, and Sailor felt like a goddess as Bodhi gazed at her with pure love and desire in his eyes.
“My turn to be in charge,” Sailor said softly, and Bodhi laid back as she straddled him. She handed him the riding crop. “For when things get intense,” she grinned, and he laughed.
“When are they not intense?”
She guided his cock into her and began to ride him gently, gazing down at him. “I am so looking forward to being your wife, Mr. Creed. I am yours, for all time.”
“And I am yours, my beautiful Sailor…god, that feels so good, the way you grip my cock….” He groaned as Sailor tightened her vaginal muscles around him, taking him in deeper with each thrust.
“I feel alive when your cock is inside me,” she said softly, “or when your mouth is on mine, whenever you touch me. Tell me what you would like to do?”
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