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 retrieved 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, waiting, her skin tingling. A thumb 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?”
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 tilt 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 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 kiss
ed 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 any one 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 either. 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 stepladder 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.”
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. He 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 GPS 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 strokes, singing roughly along, his voice agitated and stressed. As she watched, he cursed loudly and picked up a boxcutter and slashed the canvas to pieces. She couldn’t help the gasp of horror as he destroyed his work, and he whirled around.
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