Bart sighed. “Did you not consider that by killing them both, the impact would be greater?”
“I don’t get how your Sailor girl will know it’s you, why she’s even connected to Bay.”
“My sources tell me they are now friends. Sailor is very sensitive…when Bay Tambe dies, it will draw her out into the open.”
Stu sighed. He couldn’t argue. He had no idea how Bart Foy knew about him, or why he was helping him. It seemed tenuous to him…but then maybe Foy just like killing women. He could understand that. “Fine. But after Bay gives birth. Do you want me to kill Sailor for you?”
“No. Sailor is mine,” Bart’s voice took on such a dark tone that even Stu shivered at it. He wouldn’t want to be Sailor King when Bart caught up with her. “For now, just make sure Bay Tambe is dead before the end of the week.” The phone went dead, and Stu sighed, glancing back up at the hospital, before trudging back to the car Bart had leased for him.
Buddy Tomas Meir was born at eleven-thirteen a.m. the nest morning. An hour later, when they were alone and holding their son in her arms, Bay looked up at Tom with tears on her beautiful face, grinning widely. “He looks just like you.”
Tom, close to tears himself, kissed her forehead then the baby’s. “Poor kid.”
Buddy squirmed a little then yawned. Bay laughed. “Yep, definitely you, that was your patented ‘after Thanksgiving dinner yawn.’”
Tom laughed and leaned his head against his wife’s. “You did it again, Baijayanthi Tambe Meir. You have given me the world. I love you.”
She smiled and pressed her lips to his. “Right back at you. Oh, hang on, I think he’s hungry.”
Buddy was nudging at her breast and when Bay offered him her nipple, he took it and began to suck gently, never taking his eyes from his mother’s. Tom stroked Bay’s hair and she leaned into his touch. “Did you talk to the girls?”
Tom nodded. “They’re so excited. I sent them a photo of Buddy and they already love him. Kym said she’ll bring them in once you get some rest. I think she’s told everybody in the world, I’ve already had so many messages. Sailor called from Italy and sent her love.”
“Sweet girl.” Bay winced a little as Buddy sucked hard on her nipple. “Forgot how weird this feels.”
Tom grinned at her, his expression mischievous, and she burst out laughing. “Dirty-minded boy. Believe me, you sucking on them is a lot different.”
“I know how sweet they taste.” He kissed her softly. “God, I love you.”
“And I love you, Tomas Meir. We really made it, huh?”
She didn’t see the wary look come into his eyes, and soon she was falling asleep herself, the baby satisfied and exhausted. With Tom’s hand stroking her hair, Bay drifted off, totally relaxed, overwhelmingly happy, with her beautiful son in her arms.
Tom waited until Bay was asleep then slipped from the room. He called Roman, asking if Kym was in the room with him. When Roman said no, Tom sighed. “Listen…I’m going to up Bay’s protection. We’ll be okay here at the hospital, I think, they have pretty good security, but when we take Buddy home…jeez, Roman, why did this have to happen now? Have you heard anything on Lawson’s whereabouts?”
“No, I’m sorry, Tom, my detectives haven’t found anything. It’s like he’s disappeared off the face of the Earth.” Roman sighed. “Have you told Bay?”
“No, and I don’t want her to be stressed at a time like this.”
“Tom, I’m not sure that’s the right decision. Bay’s a strong woman; if she finds out Stu is out and you knew…one thing does strike me. I think he has help on the outside.”
That brought Tom to attention. “What?”
“I don’t know, it’s just Lawson isn’t the brightest button, it’s very hard for someone to disappear so easily without help.”
“Who the hell would aid that asshole? He had no-one on the outside except Kym, back in the day and she’d hardly help him.”
Roman was silent for a moment. “Did you read the letters?”
“From Lawson’s cell? Yes. I really wished I hadn’t, his bloodlust for my wife is what keeps me up nights. For someone as dim as Lawson, he sure has a varied imagination when it comes to the many ways he would like to murder Bay. God, even saying that makes me want to throw up.”
“He won’t get near her, Tom, I swear it.”
“Keep my girl’s safe, won’t you?”
“Do you even have to ask? Concentrate on Bay and Buddy, man, we’ve got this.”
Sailor was trembling so much that Bodhi had to take her hands in his. He smiled down at her as they watched the small car wind its way up the hill to the farmhouse, creating a dust storm behind it.
“Baby, it’s just my mom, not The Grim Reaper.”
Sailor wasn’t comforted. “What if she hates me on sight? Worse, what if she hates Tim? What if she thinks I’m using you both?”
Bodhi rolled his eyes. “She won’t, you know why? Because you’re not. She can see the truth of things, beautiful girl, I swear. As for her hating Tim…he’s my son. I guarantee half of that car’s trunk will be full of gifts for him. She loves me, she’ll love my family.”
Sailor blushed with pleasure, but still grumbled. “Momma’s boy.”
Bodhi laughed as he led her from their little hideout and out into the yard to meet his mother. “You betcha.”
Vittoria Creed stepped from the car and immediately Sailor felt herself relax. A petite woman, slim-framed, with a short, stylish white hair cut, and glasses on her nose, she had a kind face, and a ready smile. Vittoria hugged her son and smiled down at her grandson as he shook her hand, shyly but seriously. She turned towards her car and whistled, and a large dog bounded out of the car and over to them. He was so large that Tim took a step back, but the dog sniffed him and licked his face, making Tim laugh.
“And Mom, this is Sailor. Sailor, my mom, Vittoria.”
Sailor could see Vittoria sizing her up with the same huge green eyes that she had passed onto her son. Sailor, her heart thumping, met her gaze steadily. “It’s lovely to meet you,” she said in broken Italian, and Vittoria smiled, kissing Sailor’s cheeks.
“Sweetie, I speak English, but thank you for trying. I appreciate it.”
Vittoria turned to Claudio and Soleil who were waiting. “And you two…still trouble. Soleil, you grow more beautiful every day. Claudio, you’ve showered. That’s a good step.”
They all laughed, and Claudio ushered them all inside. In the kitchen, his cook had made a huge breakfast buffet and soon they were all talking over each other and grabbing food.
Sailor was happy just to watch this crazy Italian family. Vittoria squeezed her arm on the way around the buffet table and Sailor smiled back, relieved that the woman didn’t take against her right off the bat. She knew Vittoria would want to talk to her alone, however, and after breakfast, she wasn’t surprised when Vittoria asked her if she would like to walk down to the olive grove. Bodhi started to object, giving his mother a warning glance, but Sailor agreed readily.
Sure enough, as Vittoria took her arm, Sailor knew the question that was coming. “So, Sailor, I understand you worked for Bodhi’s agent?”
Sailor nodded. “Vittoria, I know what you must think, and so, I am ready and willing to tell you everything you need to know to prove that I couldn’t care less about Bodhi’s status or celebrity and definitely not his money. I love your son, completely and totally. I would live under a bridge with him.”
Vittoria nodded to herself. “Sailor…you must think I’m an interfering old woman, but I just want to know you. Bodhi had his demons when he was younger. He didn’t deal with his father’s death well. You know all of this?”
Sailor nodded. In bed, during the times they weren’t fucking each other senseless, they would talk. The way Bodhi talked about his dad made her heart hurt. “I wish I could have known him.”
“You’re a sweet girl,” Vittoria patted her hand. “Bodhi…he spiraled down and I blame myself for tha
t, for leaving and coming back to Italy without him. It was my mistake and so you see, now, I am perhaps overly vigilant.” She smiled softly. “He may be nearly forty, but he’s still my little boy.”
“Vittoria, I swear to you. I will never hurt Bodhi. I couldn’t, it’s not in me. He has given me a life I thought impossible and I will try every day to repay him.”
Vittoria stopped and studied her for a long moment. “I believe you, Sailor King. It’s in your eyes. You love him.”
“Yes.”
Vittoria began to walk again. “Bodhi told me about your situation, where you grew up. You were brave to escape it.”
Sailor said nothing to that, uncomfortable. Vittoria looked at her. “That wasn’t a criticism, Sailor. I cannot imagine the horrors you went through there.”
“But I can see how you might think that I’d latch onto Bodhi because of it?”
“Can you?” There was no reproach in Vittoria’s voice, and Sailor knew she could be totally honest with the older woman.
“I can see how some people might use him to better their situation. I’m not one of those people.”
“Good. I like you, Sailor King, I can be as straight forward as I like. None of that silly ‘my feelings are hurt’ nonsense. You are a straight shooter like me.”
Sailor was glad of the approval in Vittoria’s voice. “Did you like Gemma?”
She knew it was bold to ask the mother about the ex-girlfriend, but Sailor wanted to know what kind of woman Gemma was. Vittoria gave her a conspiratorial grin, but sighed.
“Gemma was very different than you, Sailor. High-strung, very elegant, high-maintenance. Skittish like a thoroughbred race horse.” Vittoria smiled at Sailor. “I think you are more like me. A tomboy, is that the word?”
Sailor grinned and nodded. “It is, and yes, that sounds like me. I’m not nearly as elegant as you, though.”
Vittoria laughed. “Believe me, I’m usually covered in paint and pastel dust, my hair sticking up in every direction. Just ask Claudio. Do you like him?”
“He’s lovely…a little withdrawn. Knowing Soleil first, I had imagined him to be as extrovert as she is, but he’s not.”
extravagant as Solly, the dear girl. You are friends, yes?”
Sailor nodded. “I adore her, and she’s doing Bodhi and I a tremendous favor by posing as his partner in public.”
Vittoria nodded. “She’s a good girl…I’ve always thought of Claudio and Solly as my children, and Solly and I especially…have something in common.” She gave a Sailor a meaningful look, and Sailor got it after a beat.
“Really?”
Vittoria laughed. “Really. I didn’t know myself until well after Bodhi’s father died. For the last two years, I have been very happily dating a wonderful woman called Christina.”
“Does Bodhi know?”
Vittoria shook her head. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment. As I said, Bodhi was very close to his father.”
Sailor considered for a moment. “Knowing Bodhi, he would just be glad you’re happy.”
“You think so?”
Sailor nodded. “But it’s none of my business.”
Vittoria hugged her. “You are part of this family now, Sailor. It is your business, and thank you for being so supportive.”
Sailor grinned. “And if Bodhi gets angry about it, I’ll kick his ass.”
Vittoria laughed. “That’s my girl. Shall we go and rejoin everyone?”
Vittoria spent most of the rest of the afternoon bonding with her grandson, who took to her straight away, already in love with her large dog, whose named was Tag.
“He’s a Leonberger crossed with a Bernese Mountain dog,” Vittoria told Tim. The dog was as tall as the ten-year-old, and Bodhi rolled his eyes.
“He’s huge. How on Earth do you control him?”
“Bribery mostly,” she shot back to the amusement of the others. “It worked on you as a kid.”
“True story,” Bodhi grinned and Tim laughed at his father’s expression. Bodhi ruffled his hair and Tim hugged his dad hard. Sailor’s eyes filled with tears at the joy in Bodhi’s eyes. His relationship with Tim had really blossomed.
A little while later, while Tim entertained his grandmother with tales of school, Bodhi pulled Sailor onto his lap and kissed her. “My mom give you the full interrogation?”
Sailor grinned. “Yup. I think I passed, because after that we planned sedition against you.”
Bodhi laughed. “Then I’d say you made a good impression. What did you think?”
“I love her. There’s no bullshit there.”
Bodhi kissed her again. “I love you, Sailor King.”
“Hey, you two,” Vittoria came over, holding Tim’s hand, “We’ve had an idea. Solly and Claudio are coming back with me to Florence for a couple of days…and Tim was wondering if he could come too, give you two some time alone?”
Tim nodded, and Bodhi grinned. “You sure, sport?”
Tim nodded his head. “Oh yes, it’ll be fun, and Grandma says I can sleep with Tag on my bed.” He looked oddly excited about the prospect. Bodhi nodded.
“Okay then. Thanks, Ma, we could use the time.”
Sailor felt she must be blushing to her roots. She knew exactly how they would be spending the time and by the smirks on Solly and Claudio’s faces, they had guessed too.
The next morning, Tim hugged both his father and Sailor goodbye. “See you in a couple of days, buddy boy.”
Tim hugged his father hard. “Love you, Dad.”
Bodhi really couldn’t stop the tears, “Love you too, Timbo.”
Sailor smiled up at him as they waved the others goodbye. “Mushy face.”
Bodhi laughed, wiping his damp cheeks. “Yup, can’t deny it.”
They waved until they couldn’t see the car anymore, then without warning, Bodhi lifted Sailor into a fireman’s lift and carried her, shrieking with laughter, back to their little hideaway. He dropped her onto the bed and as she giggled, pulled up her t-shirt and blew raspberries on her belly.
“Oh, you silly man,” Sailor was breathless as Bodhi climbed on top of her. His kiss was deep and rough and she tangled her fingers in his curls as he undid the fly of her jeans and pushed them down her legs.
“First, I’m going to fuck you hard, Sailor girl, then we’re going to play all day and all night. I hope you have a lot of energy.” His hand was in her panties, stroking her clit, feeling how wet she was for him.
Sailor kicked off her jeans and panties and wrapped her legs around his hip, her own hands freeing his cock from his underwear and then he was in her, thrusting hard, her fingernails digging deep into his buttocks, almost painful.
Bodhi pinned her hands above her head as they fucked, his gaze locked onto hers. “Sailor, my love?”
“Yes, baby?”
“How would you feel about being tied up?”
Sailor grinned. “By you? I think that would be just…nifty.”
Bodhi laughed which broke his rhythm and they had to concentrate on getting it back for a few moments. Sailor tightened her legs around his waist. “Whatever you want to do to me, I want you to do it…whatever it is, Bodhi. I trust you.”
“I would never hurt you, you know that, right?” His eyes were serious.
Sailor nodded, her orgasm close as he rammed his hips into her. “I know…I’m saying, if you want to get rough…I’d be into it. With you.”
Bodhi grinned and slammed his cock even deeper inside her and she came, gasping and shuddering, saying his name over and over. His climax followed, and he groaned as he pumped his seed deep inside her. They caught their breath, laying side-by-side, holding hands. The day was warm, but a pleasant breeze blew through the open shutters. Outside, there was utter quiet, only the faint rustle of leaves in the trees.
“This is heaven,” breathed Sailor. Bodhi smiled at her.
“You’re heaven, Miss King. Now I’m going to kiss every inch of your beautiful body, then we’re going to get a lit
tle kinky. Don’t forget, you get scared or uncomfortable, say the word and we can stop.”
She pulled his face down to hers to kiss his mouth. “Take me, Bodhi Creed.”
He covered her body while kissing her mouth, her throat, sucking on her nipples, trailing his tongue down the groove of her stomach and tracing a pattern around her deep navel. Sailor shivered with excitement; her belly quivering under his mouth. Bodhi, sensing she enjoyed it, continued to kiss, and stroke and his thumb dipped into her navel in a steady rhythm until she had to tell him to stop, she was almost unbearably turned-on and when his teeth grazed her clit, she came quickly, almost sobbing. He moved up her body to kiss her mouth again, and then grinned down at her.
“So, you have a very sensitive belly, Miss King…so now I know where to begin my crusade to have you screaming my name long into the night. Just hang tight here for a moment while I collect what I need.”
Sailor was sure she would cum just hearing the silky, sensual tone of his voice, but she waited, watching him stalk around the living area, picking up what he needed. “Don’t forget there’s some special items I brought in my case,” she said, propping herself up on her elbow to watch him. Bodhi gave her the finger pistols and she laughed, watching his face as he took out the paper bag she’d hidden the toys in. His eyes widened when he saw them; warming lube, a long thick dildo, a strap-on, he grinned at that and nodded, much to Sailor’s relief, silk ties, a riding crop, a vibrator.
“I hope you don’t think that’s all a bit vanilla,” she said as he carried everything to the bed and laid it out. “I’ve honestly no idea, but the woman in the store helped me out. That wasn’t an embarrassing conversation at all,” she said wryly and Bodhi laughed, leaning over to kiss her.
“Well, now, I think you did great…I will certainly enjoy using all of these on you…and having you use them on me. All of them.”
“Really?”
“Really. You said you would try anything with me, well, I feel the same way.”
“Even the…” She touched the strap-on lightly and he nodded.
“How about you…how do you feel about anal sex?”
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