Bodhi grinned up at her. “I’d like to fuck you in a public place,” he confessed, “somewhere we might get caught. An alleyway at night, the bathrooms of a restaurant, a private booth in a nightclub. Or at a gala…I’d come up behind you as you chatted to some benefactors, lift your skirt enough so I could slip inside…”
Sailor, aroused by his dirty talk, smiled. “I can’t see a situation where that would work…your cock always makes me moan like a wanton woman. How about on a balcony overlooking a public place? I can see your hands on my waist, pushing up my skirt…I’m not wearing underwear, ready for you. You put your hand between my legs and I’m so ready, so wet for you, my darling. I take you in, your massive, throbbing cock all the way and we move gently together. As I come, I tilted my head back so you can kiss my mouth and absorb my moans…”
“Jesus, Sailor…” Bodhi was so turned on, his skin was damp with sweat, his face flushed with scarlet…”
Sailor felt so powerful at times like these. “My cunt is so swollen and red and tight that your cock is clenched and you have to work extra hard to fuck me, but god, the feeling is sublime, every nerve ending in your cock is singing to you, your creamy come ready to pump deep inside my belly…”
“Holy Christ, Sailor!” And he came hard, his cock sending his seed into her forcefully. Sailor gasped as she too reached her climax, a shuddering, all-consuming thing.
As they caught their breath, Bodhi looked over at her as she lay behind him. “Damn, woman, where did you learn to talk dirty like that?”
Sailor laughed as she panted. “From the master.” She rolled over and kissed him. “Hey, we don’t even need to wear clothes this week.”
Bodhi chuckled. “It is winter, you know, although I admit it is unseasonably warm.” He kissed her. “I have to say, I miss the kids, but this is bliss. We haven’t done this for years.”
Sailor propped herself up on her elbow. “I wouldn’t change a thing though. Makes it more exciting, these illicit sex fests.” She grinned. “Although, when we move here permanently, your mother will want to have the children more often, so that’s an added bonus.”
He looked at her, a small smile playing around his lips. “You said ‘when’ not ‘if’.”
“I did. I can’t stop thinking about the life you described earlier, and inside, if I’m honest, in my bones, I’m already craving it. I know we have a lot to think about but, as an end goal, yes, yes I want to do it, Bodhi.”
“Will you miss America?”
Sailor considered. “I’ll miss my friends, Bay, Grady, Flori, especially. But it’s not as if anyone of them can’t afford to come here or we can go there. No, I won’t miss it. At all. Los Angeles, especially, is not my favorite place.”
“Mine neither. When I think about when I was a teenager, I thought L.A. was the place to be, the center of the world. For a few years, I was right, and of course, if I hadn’t been there, I would never have met you that day. The thought of that fills me with horror.”
Sailor grinned and kissed him. “But you did meet me.”
“I did. But then bad stuff…god, ‘bad stuff’ doesn’t even cover it. Soleil…”
Sailor stroked Bodhi’s hair. “You never talked about identifying her body.”
Bodhi stared up at the ceiling. “Her face looked beautiful, just like she was sleeping. If it hadn’t been for the blood…and then, when Bart Foy stabbed you and I saw the wounds repeated on you…god, I thought I would go crazy.”
“But you saved me, and you killed Bart. I always meant to ask…did you feel changed after you killed him?”
“I thought that I would, but honestly, all I felt was relief. Relief that it was over for you, that he could never hurt you again. Then, when his henchmen were arrested and put away for life, we could begin all over again.”
Bodhi turned his head to smile at her. “And we made it.”
Sailor smiled and kissed him, but something inside her was shifting…a need to make things right for Bodhi totally. He noticed she was thoughtful.
“You okay?”
Sailor nodded. “Very. Very okay. You make me so happy, Bodhi, I could never make you as happy as you make me.”
Bodhi chuckled. “So not true, baby. Listen, I’m starving, shall we go grab something to eat?”
“Let’s do it.” She grabbed her robe and shrugged into it then followed him to the kitchen, lost in thought. There was a way she could show Bodhi that she could make him happier, but it would take courage on her part, a lot of courage. There was only one thing which seemed to make Bodhi unhappy now, and that was his estrangement from Claudio.
I can make it better, she told herself, I can bridge this chasm. And satisfied, she joined her lover in their kitchen.
“It’s wobbling.”
“That’s because you’re shaking it.”
“I am not. You standing on the step-ladder is making me nervous, Sails.” Bodhi lifted her down from where she had placed the star at the top of their Christmas tree. She giggled as he swung her up into his arms.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Not for another two days,” Bodhi said and sighed, albeit with a grin. “Our little December sex fest is almost over.”
Vittoria and Christina were bringing the children back today, and, although their parents missed them terribly, it had been nice to be alone for a few days.
Sailor kissed him as he stood her on his feet. “I’m going to go to Vinci with your mother to get the kid’s gifts.”
Bodhi looked surprised. “Really? They haven’t got enough?”
Sailor smiled sheepishly. “Okay, you got me…I’m going to get your gift.”
“In that case…” He grinned and swatted her butt with his hand. “You really don’t have to.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I do, because I already know by now you have got me some ridiculous lavish present.”
Bodhi shrugged, unrepentant. “You gave me my daughter, and you. That’s enough for me.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said, trying to hide her blush. She glanced out of the window, seeing a dust storm following a car in the distance. They were so secluded that any car was a rare sight. She glanced at her watch. “They’re early. About three hours early.”
“Damn, and I was going to have you again on the kitchen table.”
They both watched the car, but it seemed to disappear into the hills. Sailor shrugged. “Well, guess it wasn’t them. Bodhi Creed, you are insatiable,” she continued as he began to unbutton her dress. He grinned.
“Quiet woman, I’m opening my present.”
They fucked again in the living room, then, as promised, on the kitchen table. Bodhi had kept his promise and they had made love in every room of the villa over the past week – with the exception of the spider filled outhouse, much to Sailor’s relief.
They showered together and were preparing lunch when Sailor heard a car starting. She went to the door. “Bodhi?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Someone was here.” She pointed to the deep track marks in the dirt outside, then in the distance, they saw the same car as before driving at full speed away from the villa. Bodhi looked angry.
“What the fuck?”
Sailor drew in a shaky breath. “Maybe,” she said slowly, “it was someone who got lost and made their way here by accident.”
Bodhi didn’t look appeased. “Or maybe it’s some asshole intruding on our privacy.”
She put a hand on his shoulder. “It would easy to think that, especially with our history, but let’s err on the side of caution.”
She could see Bodhi struggling with that, but eventually, he nodded. “Fine.”
The next time they say a vehicle approaching, there was no mystery. Solly jumped out of her grandmother’s SUV and ran into her mother’s arms, her brother following her. Sailor hugged them both tightly. “Oh, I have missed you both so much.”
Tim hugged his dad. “Hey, Pa,” he grinned, then kissed Sailor. “Hey, Mom.�
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Sailor rocked back a little at that. He’d never called her Mom before. She hid the tears in her eyes by waving them all in for the huge dinner she had made for them all.
“The place looks amazing,” Vittoria nodded approvingly, as they all dived into the pasta Sailor had made, along with fresh vegetables and oozy, cheesy garlic bread. Bodhi poured wine for the adults, grape juice for the kids, ignoring Tim rolling his eyes.
Sailor looked at her step-son. He looked so happy, so energetic, that she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Have you been up to no good, Timothy?” She grinned as she said it and Tim flushed, a wry smile on his face.
“He has a woman,” Vittoria said in a stage-whisper.
“Grandma!”
The others laughed as Tim squirmed but he couldn’t keep the happiness off his face. “Her name is Luisa, and we’re just friends,” he glared at his grandmother, who gave him a cheesy grin.
They sat at the dinner table for hours, until Solly fell asleep in her mother’s arms and Sailor stood to put her to bed. Vittoria came with her. “Are you okay, Sailor?”
Sailor was surprised. “Of course, why do you ask?” She tucked Solly into her new bed and stroked her daughter’s dark curls.
“You looked thoughtful at dinner, kind of distracted.” Vittoria smiled down at her granddaughter as she slept. “She’s so beautiful…she was so well-behaved as well.”
Sailor grinned. “Lucky you. She can be a little monster.” But, she said it fondly.
“So, what’s on your mind?”
Sailor smiled. “Apart from Tim calling me Mom?”
Vittoria chuckled softly. “He talked it over with me. Apparently he had wanted to do it for a few months, says he thinks of you as his mom as much as he does Gemma. He just didn’t know how you’d react.”
“I loved it,” Sailor admitted, her voice soft. “I wish he were mine, sometimes, as unfair to Gemma as that sounds.”
“You are his mother,” Vittoria said, a note of anger creeping into her voice, but then she caught herself and let out a sigh. “Tim loves you so much.”
“And I love him. If he hadn’t told Bodhi where Bart Foy had taken me all those years ago, I wouldn’t be here.”
“But it’s not just that on your mind?”
Sailor shook her head, hesitating slightly before speaking again. “It’s Claudio, Vittoria. I hate that there’s this breach, this chasm between him and Bodhi. I know Claudio blames me for Soleil’s murder, and that’s his prerogative…but they were like brothers. It hangs over Bodhi all of the time.”
Vittoria nodded sadly. “It does.”
“I want to go see him, try and heal this division.”
Vittoria looked skeptical. “Sweetheart, I don’t know.”
Sailor held her gaze. “I want to at least try. It can’t get worse than it is right now.”
Vittoria couldn’t dissuade Sailor, and so, the next morning, Sailor set off for ‘Vinci,' her heart thumping as she actually drove toward Claudio’s farmhouse. She’d borrowed the satnav from Bodhi’s car and programmed in the directions, and now, as she approached his home, she felt sick with nerves.
She pulled up in front of the house and knocked on the door. No answer. She knew that Claudio spent most of his time in his workshop, painting, and so she walked slowly around the property, passing the little outhouse that he’d converted into a guesthouse. The last time she and Bodhi had been here was before Soleil was murdered and before Sailor nearly died. Sailor shivered now.
She could hear a radio on in Claudio’s workshop. Her heart in her mouth, she pushed open the door a little. Claudio, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans was slapping paint onto a canvas in angry stroked, singing roughly along, his voice agitated and stressed. As she watched, he cursed loudly and picked up a boxcutter and slash the canvas to pieces. She couldn’t help the gasp of horror as he destroyed his work, and he whirled around.
When he saw her, his already maddened eyes flashed with fury. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Sailor stood her ground. “I’ve come to talk to you.”
Claudio gave a rough, mirthless laugh. “What makes you think I want to talk to you, whore? Not satisfied with fucking and killing my sister, you want a go on me, is that it? You think you can make things better? You wanna fuck? Let’s fuck!”
Too late, Sailor realized how drunk he was, and as he bore down on her, she saw the boxcutter was still in his hand and terror flooded through her. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain.
Bodhi listened to his son trying to teach his daughter how to play chess. He grinned when he saw Tim rolling his eyes. “She’s a little young for that, yet, maybe?”
Tim shook his head. “Evan taught me when I was three, Dad.”
Bodhi hid a grin. He no longer felt any resentment towards Evan Teal when Tim regaled him of how the other man had brought him up, he just felt gratitude.
“Yeah, but you’re a nerd,” Bodhi teased his son, who shrugged good-naturedly.
“Yup, and proud of it.”
Bodhi laughed and turned back to the computer. Internet access was sketchy at best out here in the countryside, but he’d finally managed to get online. He opened his emails and groaned. This wasn’t good - multiple emails from Emily Moore, his manager back in the States. All were titled ‘Urgent! Call me!’
He grabbed his cell phone and went out into the garden. Whatever Emily had to say, it couldn’t be good. “Hey, Em, what’s up?”
Emily sounded breathless. “God, Bodhi, I’m so glad you called. Look…there’s no easy way to say this. The press has new photos of you and Sailor.”
Adrenaline coursed through Bodhi’s system. “What? What photos?”
Emily cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable. “Explicit photos. Of you and Sailor at your place in Italy. The tabloids are running them today, they’ll be international by later this afternoon. They’re using the excuse that it’s the anniversary of Tim’s abduction, and those videos of you, Sailor and Soleil – which of course they’re re-running. “
“Fuck,” Bodhi rubbed his hand over his eyes. “How the hell did they get them?”
Too late he remembered the mystery car. “Aw, shit.” He told Emily about it, and she hissed in frustration. Bodhi shook his head. Not this again.
“How the hell did they find out about this place?”
Emily sighed. “I honestly have no idea. We’ve questioned our staff, the few who knew about it and only one is AWOL at the moment, so it could have been him. If it was him, I can’t tell you how sorry I am.”
“It’s not your fault. Look,” he said after a few moments, “What is it they’ve got? Pictures of me having sex with my fiancée? Hardly salacious, and to drag up what happened five years ago…Jesus. Scumbags.”
He had calmed down now. The invasion of privacy was disgusting, but nothing unusual in his line of work. He just felt bad for Sailor being dragged into it again. “Look, it’ll blow over. I’ll try and keep the kids off the internet, and find someone here who can build a security fence around this place. Damn it, I was hoping to finally give Sailor a home without walls.”
Emily apologized again, and after he’d ended the call, he went back in to tell his mother what had happened.
Vittoria shrugged. “It’s happened before and you survived. So, what harm can it do now?”
She felt the tip of the boxcutter against her throat and wondered if it would hurt much when Claudio sliced her open.
“Open your eyes,” he said gruffly, and she did. “What the hell are you, of all people, doing in my home? Haven’t I made it abundantly clear you are not welcome?”
He moved a step back and put the knife down. Sailor breathed again, but Claudio still looked enraged. She could smell the alcohol coming off him in waves. “Today of all days,” he muttered to himself and with a shock, Sailor realized what a miscalculation she had made.
It was Soleil’s birthday. Claudio’s brilliant, beautiful, wonderful sister would have been
forty years old today. Sailor took a deep breath in.
“I’m sorry, Claudio. I miss Soleil too, very much.”
He raised a hand and pointed at her, his anger volcanic. “You don’t get to say her name. You took everything from me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying you’re fucking sorry! Get out of here!”
She shook her head, terrified but determined. No matter what abuse Claudio subjected her too, she would not leave without exhausting every hope that she could reconcile him with Bodhi, if not herself. Claudio stalked over to her and grabbed her wrist, tugging her out of the workshop and toward her car. But then he seemed to change his mind and dragged her into the house, locking the door behind him.
“Does he know you’re here?”
Sailor shook her head, and Claudio grinned nastily. “Then no-one will come looking for you.”
“Vittoria knows.” The look in his eyes was scaring her. “She knows I’m here.”
Claudio chewed his lip. “So what? So what if they come for me? I could still kill you, Sailor King, I’ve nothing to lose by it.”
“You’re not a murderer, Claudio.”
Claudio grabbed the hair at the back of her head and forced her into the kitchen, throwing her onto a chair and looking around. “Who says? Who says I couldn’t kill you, you little bitch?”
Sailor tried to keep her voice steady, but it was difficult. “You’re drunk, you’re hurting. You have every right to be angry at me, every right. But, please, don’t leave my little girl without a mother.” Her voice broke at the end of the sentence.
Claudio remained unmoved. “Soleil never got the chance to be a mother,” he barked at her, “So why should you?”
Sailor closed her eyes. She didn’t really believe he would kill her; he was just hurting so badly that he was lashing out. She studied him as he paced. His hair had grown wild, his handsome face marked and lined with grief, his hazel eyes stricken. So much pain. Sailor cursed Bartholomew Foy all over again. Claudio seemed to read her mind.
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