by K. L. Fast
“You could have left too, Em. They would have been fine without you. You can’t be the martyr. What is your dream?” She rolls her eyes at martyr. I missed her while I was away. I missed my parents too, but Em and I were as close as twins, though I am seven years older than she is.
“See that’s the difference between us, Beau. I couldn’t leave them. Besides, all I have ever wanted is my own family. I want a husband who loves me despite my imperfections and babies. I need babies.”
“That’s your dream?”
“That’s my dream. What are you doing here so late anyway?”
“I went over to take a look at the faucet in the rental.”
“Oh, so you met Elly?”
“Ah, yes. Eleanor is something else.”
“Isn’t she? I just love her; she is the nicest girl I’ve ever met.”
“I agree. Speaking of, do you have her paperwork, the background check, all of it.”
“Yeah, I do. Why do you need it all of a sudden?” she asks, raising her eyebrows.
“I just want to look it over,” I say as nonchalantly as possible.
“Uh-huh.” She doesn’t look convinced.
“Alright, fine. I like her.”
“Like her, like her?”
“What is this, sixth grade?” I ask, chuckling.
“It could be. Now answer the question.”
“Fine. I like her, like her. Are you happy now? I am effectively twelve years old now.”
“So happy,” she says getting up from the couch. At her desk, she opens the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet and pulls out a manilla folder. “Here you go.” She hands me the folder and I flip through it. “You hungry? I can make you something.”
“Nah. Eleanor fixed Cajun pasta for dinner.”
“Your favorite?”
“I know that’s what I was thinking too,” I murmur reading over her background check. My private investigator was very thorough. I know it’s extreme for a rental property, but I had heard horror stories from my teammates. Tenants can be the grossest, most criminal beings on the planet. Based on this report, Em didn’t charge Eleanor a security deposit and she’s charging four hundred dollars less than the previous tenants. Good thing, I trust her to make that decision.
Eleanor Harlow Gremillion
Age: 22
Date of Birth: April, 21st 1997
Occupation: Owns a boutique in the French Quarter. Palais de Plaisance. Address: 145 Rue Bourbon (ground floor only; apartments on the second and third floors belong to building owner Estelle Duplantis)
Siblings: None
Parents: Eric and Tonya Gremillion (live in Plaquemines Parish)
Credit Score: 690
Banking Information: Bank Of Louisiana
Account Number: 8761240
Balance: $21, 476.89
Criminal Cases: (Nationwide) 1 misdemeanor traffic case from Charlottesville, VA Case Number GT170030756-00 File Date: 4/25/2017 Charge: Speeding 75/60 Disposition Date: 5/4/2017 $518.36 fine (paid in full)
Criminal Cases: (Local) 6 misdemeanor traffic cases from Plaquemines Parish All Speeding all paid in full 1 misdemeanor traffic case from Orleans Parish Speeding paid in full
Civil Cases: None Located
Car: 1995 Honda Civic Hatchback black Louisiana license plate H28-189 Registration current.
Never been married; no children; no evidence of a boyfriend has been located. No social media presence, except for her business.
The first thing that stands out to me is the name of her boutique, Palais de Plaisance. Palace of pleasure? What the hell does my girl do for a living? The second thing is the fact that she seems to have a lead foot. The last and the most important thing is that she’s never been married and doesn’t have a boyfriend. Thank fuck. She’s mine.
“You okay, Beau? You haven’t said anything in a while and you have a weird look on your face,” Em says snapping her fingers in my face. I didn’t even notice she has sat back down on the couch.
“I am fine, Em. Don’t worry.”
“You staying?”
“Yeah. My apartment sucks. I am not ready to buy another house.”
“Well, you are welcome to stay here, big bro,” she says.
“Thanks, Em. I appreciate it. I just need to figure out my next move.”
“Good luck, bro,” she says grabbing the remote and turning the tv back up. I get up and head to her fridge.
“You want anything?” I ask, nosing around.
“I’m good, but help yourself,” she replies, turning back to the TV.
I know I said I wasn’t hungry, but she has some leftover pizza and beer and I find there is always room for pizza and beer.
Eventually, she goes to bed and I flip to a movie before I settle down on the couch to sleep. First thing in the morning, I am going to head over to my girl's boutique because the name intrigues me. Then, I will finish up her faucet. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
What could go wrong with that?
Chapter Four
Eleanor
“Ow, fuck,” I groan rubbing my elbow then look down at all of the dildos in all different shapes and sizes that just fell on the floor right along with the shelf I just hit my elbow on. Who the fuck decided to call it a funny bone? Motherfucker hurts like a bitch when you hit it. This is Beau’s fault. With all of his sexy muscles and tattoos, I think to myself while I survey the damage on the floor. Okay, maybe it’s just me but I have never felt this way about a man before. I haven't been able to get him out of my head since last night. Then I fell asleep and he starred in a rather in-depth sex dream that left me hot, sweaty, and tangled up in my sheets when I woke up. The bell rings above the front door indicating that someone has just come in. I turn around to see the man I have been fantasizing about is standing in the doorway of my little shop with a slack jaw and a hungry look in his eyes. He’s holding a big bouquet of purple roses with yellow daisies in it. He's wearing a white shirt and a pair of dark jeans hung low on his narrow waist. They cling to his impressive thigh muscles. He’s completed the look with a pair of work boots that look well used.
Damn, I'd like to be well used by him.
I can see some of his tattoos through his white shirt and I swear it takes everything in me not to drool. Fuck me. He is sex on a stick. I blush at my own thoughts. “Hi, Beau. What are you doing here?” I ask. He runs his hungry gaze slowly over my body. His eyes widen when he sees that I am standing in the middle of a fuck ton of dildos. He stares at them for a few seconds, then clears his throat looking back up at me.
“These are for you. I wanted to see if you would like to have lunch with me?” he asks, handing me the flowers. I take them and hold them up against my chest.
"No one has ever bought me flowers before. Thank you." I sigh smelling the heady aroma of them.
"Well, that's a damn shame. A gorgeous woman like yourself should be pampered with flowers. Although I do have to admit I am glad I am the first. I want to be all your firsts," he says stepping closer to me. I bite my bottom lip and look up into his dark chocolate eyes. "How about that date, chérie?" His voice is like a smooth whiskey. He cups my jaw and gently tugs my lip free then lightly runs his thumb over it. I gasp loving the feel of his calloused thumb caressing my lower lip. Holy fuck balls, with him so close to me he seems even bigger. His wide shoulders blocking out the sun, my head only coming to his hard chest. I have to tilt my head back just to keep looking into his intense stare. Next to him, I feel dainty and small. Damn, I can't help picturing what all those hard muscles would feel like against my softness. Fuck he’s only touched my lip and I am already weak in the knees.
I take a deep breath trying to remember the question he asked me but can’t for the life of me. The door to the shop opens and l let out a shaky breath. He drops his hand taking a deep breath as well. I take a step back, trying to get my bearings only to trip over a rather large dildo. I squeak in surprise and feel myself falling. Beau is there in an instant, wrapping his th
ick, strong arms around me, pulling me flat against his magnificent body. My hands land on his hard pecs. “You alright, chérie?” I take another deep breath trying to get my hormones in check which was a bad idea. Oh, sweet mother Mary! He smells good too, like sex and sin, also something uniquely him.
“Yeah. Thanks for catching me.” He gives me a sexy grin showing off a pair of perfect white teeth.
“Always love.” I blush. He lets me go and I instantly miss his arms around me. I hear a bark of laughter.
“Oh my God, what happened here?” Adelaida, my best friend and business partner, says walking around the corner. It is only then that I remember that we are standing in the middle of over a hundred dildos. I can’t help but giggle. I just almost had my first kiss in the middle of a whole lotta cocks. He seems to notice, and he gives a low chuckle.
“I would love to go to lunch but I need to clean this up first.” Beau grins.
“Here, let me help,” he replies, bending down to grab some rubber dicks. I look over to Adel as she mouths “holy fucking shit yum.” She points to his ass then gives me a thumbs up. I blush scarlet. She grins when he stands back up, his arms are full. “Where would you like me to put these, chérie? If you would like I can come back after lunch and make you a new shelf, one that will hold all of your products.” He flushes and looks a little nervous that I might say no and I can't help thinking he looks adorable.
“I would love your help, but I don't know how I could repay you.” He shakes his head.
“Come to lunch with me and we can just call it even.” I grin.
“Deal. Follow me I have a back room.”
“Hey Elle, after he drops his load off, y’all can go. I can watch the shop.”
“Thanks, Adele.” I take him to the back office then we make our way to the front to grab my purse. I introduced her to Beau then we are on our way.
Lunch ended up being an hour and a half. After some red beans and rice, we went to the hardware store and Beau had me pick out the shelves that I wanted. While we were there, he got the new faucet for the bathtub and a few other things for the house.
When we got back to my shop, he got to work while I started putting some of the new stuff that I had ordered out. I tried not to watch him as he made sturdier shelves for my shop, but my eyes kept wandering to him. His huge muscles bulge when he moves the wood, and the way he uses a hammer? Sweet Jesus! He is hot as fuck. I have been in a constant state of need all day, wishing he was using all those hard muscles and working up a sweat with me instead of the shelves. After a long day at work with Beau there, I am primed and ready to jump his bones. After a quick goodbye, and an overly flirtatious thank you, I make a hasty exit before I make an ass out of myself.
When I get to my car, I try to start it, but it won’t turn over. I try again, then rest my head against the steering wheel. Fuck me. I look up when I hear a knock on my window that causes me to jump.
“You alright, love?” I hear Beau’s muffled voice through the closed window.
“My car won’t start,” I comment. He opens my door for me.
“Come on, chérie, I’ll take you home.”
“Okay, thank you. Thank you again for all of your help at the shop today. I don't know what I would have done without you there.”
“Don't mention it, love. I am happy to help.”
How the hell am I supposed to resist falling in love with the man who seems to be determined to make my life easier?
Chapter Five
Beau
I hate seeing her so distressed. From the moment I first saw her, I knew my life’s mission was making sure she is taken care of. More than that, I already feel so connected to her and never want to let her out of my sight. Helping her out of her car, I take her by the hand, leading her to my truck. Once she is situated, we make the short trip to her place.
“Thanks again, Beau. I really appreciate it,” she tells me again.
“No thanks needed, chérie. Besides, you shouldn’t be driving a death trap like that rust bucket.”
“Lola is not a death trap,” she says in mock outrage. “But I will admit that she has seen better days.” Her lilting laughter goes straight to my balls. The whole fucking day has gone straight to my balls if I am being honest. Seeing her in her element, full of confidence, was the biggest turn-on of my life.
“You named your car Lola?” I ask, chuckling.
“Doesn’t she look like a retired showgirl who let it all go?” she asks, totally serious.
“Now that I think about it, she definitely does,” I say trying to keep from outright laughing at the image that gives me.
“Laugh if you want to, but she’s normally a good car, but I know she doesn’t look like it.”
“I’ll take your word for it. Do you have Triple-A?”
“No,” she says laughing. “There are plenty of tow trucks in this town.”
I make the decision to get it towed and repaired properly since she seems to love that car. I pull into the driveway at her house and hop out to help her down, walking her to the front door.
“Home, safe and sound,” I say.
“Thank you for the ride. Would you like to come in for coffee, maybe?” she asks nervously, sending me a hungry look.
“Coffee sounds great,” I reply. “Stay right there, I’ll open your door.” She smiles prettily and blushes slightly. I get out of the truck and make my way around the truck. When I get to her door, I open it then help her out letting her soft body slide down mine. She bites her lip looking up into my eyes. Fuck, I feel like she can see into my soul with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. I reluctantly pull back then follow her inside the house. I keep picturing those legs wrapped around my head as fuck her sweet pussy with my tongue. I was going to do the decent thing and take my time with her but watching her bend over the sink to fill the coffee pot, I know that won't be possible. Her thick, juicy ass is displayed in a tight pair of leather pants. They showcase her thick thighs. Her tits are looking snug in a sleeveless leather corset contraption. She has been teasing me all day. “On second thought, I don’t need coffee, Eleanor,” I say coming up behind her until my chest is almost touching her back. She stills but doesn’t pull away from me.
“I have other things if you’d like,” she says looking over her shoulder at me and biting that plump bottom lip. Fuck, that bottom lip is going to be the death of me.
“Like what?” I ask running my nose down her neck. She smells like sunshine and something uniquely her. Her shiver tells me she wants this just as much as I do.
“Soda, um… tea... milk…,” she says trailing off as I place open mouth kisses on her pulse point. Under my lips, I can feel it racing.
“That’s not exactly what I meant, chérie,” I rasp. My voice is thicker than it ever has been.
“Oh,” she gasps as I turn her to face me. I am less than gentle about it, but she melts in my arms. Then my lips take hers and suddenly all's right with the world. I tease her bottom lip. My tongue making her gasp in response. I take the opportunity to plunge it into her mouth exploring her there. She moans and her hands go around my shoulders pulling me closer. My hands freely roam her curves and my cock is running the show, but this is all about her. Shoving my fingers in her hair, I pull her head back, exposing the long column of neck.
"I have to taste you, Eleanor. I haven't stopped thinking about you." I growl lightly nipping her neck she moans again a little louder than before.
"You have?" she asks breathlessly.
"How could I not? Not only are you gorgeous beyond belief, but you're sweet as hell, and you cook."
"You think I'm gorgeous?" Her eyes widen.
"Yes," I say kissing her again. "I do."
"Mmm… I like your kisses," she moans.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," I promise. With one more kiss, I lift her up and place her on the island.
"What are you doing?" she gasps out.
"Tasting what's mine."
"Yours? I like that
you didn't ask permission. You're pretty sexy yourself, Mr. Yum." she grins.
Grinning, I pull her pants down her legs. Her lacy black panties are soaked through and I can’t help lightly running my finger over her lace-clad pussy. She moans and arches into my touch. I am surprised to see a bright turquoise and navy mandala tattooed on her thigh. It's tasteful and pretty. Her black t-shirt, that says Palais de Plaisance in hot pink comes off easily. Her panties match her lace black bra. They spill out of the top. I know that they are going to be more than a handful. Freeing them, I pull her bra down her arms then throw it behind me. I stop for a moment and just stare at her, she blushes and tries to look away, but I stop her.
"Don't look away from me, Eleanor."
"No one has ever seen me like this. Despite what I do, I have never done this before," she says shier than I have heard her speak before.
"Me either, chérie. Me either."
"But you were, like, famous."
"I wouldn't say famous, but I didn't sleep around."
"Kiss me, again," she says.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you, Eleanor?” I ask, grinding my cock against her. She gasps. “This I can’t fake. You turn me on all the time. I have been thinking about this moment since I met you. Let me show you how much I want to make you mine,” I say.
“Oh,” she says on a breath. I give her a grin and a kiss before kissing down her neck and chest.
I pull one of her pink nipples into my mouth before switching to the other. She moans softly, moving her cunt against my bulge. She moans and I can’t take anymore. I need to see her come. I run my finger over her clit. She comes in an instant. Fuck yes, I am going to live for her pleasure. I move the kisses down her body until I am kneeling in front of her finally tasting her pussy.
Heaven. Pure heaven.
It doesn't take long before she's coming on my face. Getting on my feet, I kiss her again, letting her taste herself. She moans. Lifting her into my arms, I carry her into the living and set her down on the couch. She spreads her legs wide for me and the need to taste her again rises up fiercely. Burying my face in her tight cunt, I ease a finger into her virgin hole. In and out, I slide my fingertip until she is screaming my name. She moans and stretches out underneath me. When I move to take her again with my mouth, she stops me.
