Mister Landlord

by K. L. Fast

  “It’s wonderful to meet you dear. I have heard so much about you.”

  “I have heard a lot of good things about you too,” I say. When she moves away his dad gives me a hug too.

  “Thanks for making our son happy, Ella.” I blush.

  “Thank you. It's so nice to meet both of you.” Bash comes up behind us with two flutes of champagne.

  “Now that the love birds are here let's get this party started.” Everyone laughs while I blush. We clink our glasses together. We have been here for an hour and just got on the dance floor when a slow song comes on. He pulls me close to him, my head rests on his chest as we sway to the music.

  “Chérie, I have something to ask you,” he says stopping mid sway. I look up to see that he looks a little nervous and I hate that look so I stand on my tippy toes and kiss his jaw.

  “You can ask me anything.” He takes a deep breath then right in the middle of the ballroom dance floor he drops to one knee and takes my left hand “B… Beau what are you doing?” I ask, gasping.

  “Eleanor Gremillon, the last week with you has been the best time of my life. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. You are kind, thoughtful, sassy as hell, and you will always keep me on my toes. You’re so beautiful inside and out and I love you more than anything in this world. Would you do me the honor of being my wife and the mother of my children?” he asks, pulling out a black box from his suit pocket. He opens it, showing me a huge oval shaped diamond surrounded by much smaller pink sapphires. My hand goes to my mouth and my eyes fill with tears.

  “Oh Beau! Of course, I will marry you. I love you so much.” He slips on my ring and of course it fits perfectly. When he stands up everyone around us starts clapping. He sweeps me into his arms and dips me low, kissing the ever-loving crap out of me.

  “I love you too, Chérie. Now and always,” he whispers in my ear.

  There are shouts and wolf whistles all around us, but I don't care because the man of my dreams just asked me to spend the rest of my life with him.

  I can’t fucking wait.

  Epilogue

  Beau

  Mardi Gras, February 13, 2024

  Looking over at my wife as she gets dressed for the first of the two balls, we attend each year, I thank God that she’s mine. Falling in love instantly with the woman of your dreams is amazing. I never once thought that we wouldn’t make it.

  We’ve hired an overnight babysitter for the kids since my parents as well as my sister and her man will all be attending the ball. Two of our three children are terrible toddlers at the same time. The youngest is only five months old. It can be a bit overwhelming for us at times, but we are managing just fine.

  With Eleanor manning the shop several days a week and I working with Bash, daycare has been our biggest ally. Bash and I started a year-round baseball camp working with talented kids. We don’t care whether their parents can afford it or not. If they want to work with us, then they do. They do have to try out and get to New Orleans though. We help with the rest.

  When we are not working, we spend the day with the girls. Family Fun Days are the greatest. They are full of giggles and hugs, maybe a few tears if the girls annoy each other.

  “I am almost done, Beau. I promise, just me five more minutes. No need to hover,” she says, putting her new pearl earrings on. She is standing in her turquoise lacey bra and panties and I want to say fuck the ball and spend the kid-free night buried inside my wife, but I know that we can’t do that. My cock is at full attention for her as per usual, it’s straining against my zipper.

  “I am not hovering, chérie,” I say coming up behind her, dropping a kiss on her bare shoulder.

  “What are you doing Beau Melançon? We don’t have time for this,” she protests weakly. I know my wife. I know she needs me just as much as I need her.

  “There is always time for this,” I argue. “Je veux te baiser.” I want to fuck her. Right now.

  “No, really, Beau. We’ll be late.” She moans as I place a kiss under her ear lobe. She loves when I kiss her there. Well, anywhere really, but her neck is the most sensitive.

  “Fuckably late,” I murmur, causing goosebumps to rise up on her skin. Her head drops back onto my shoulder when I grind my cock into her ass. Even though I can reach out and touch it whenever I want to, I dream about this ass. “I love you, Eleanor,” I whisper, squeezing her ass.

  “I love you too,” she moans.

  “Damn right,” I grunt, still squeezing.

  “Shit. Hurry babe. Please, embrasse-moi,” she begs, changing her tune. Turning her to face me roughly, I kiss her just like she asked me to. Thoroughly messing up her lipstick. Being mindful of her hair, which I know took a hairdresser hours to do this morning, I grasp her neck instead.

  “Fuck. You are so goddamned beautiful, and you are all fucking mine,” I growl, all but pushing her down on the leather high backed bench at the foot of our bed. She spreads her legs open for me, like a good girl. She knows what I want.

  “I know, baby. I know. J’ai envie de toi,” she mewls, telling me she needs me while opening my belt and pulling my cock out. She runs her brightly colored nails over my shaft, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Pushing her panties to the side, I grip my dick and drag it through her wetness before slamming into her.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan. “How the hell are you still so tight?”

  “Kegel exercises and I am convinced taking your massive cock does some kind of internal exercises too,” she says laughing but that turns into a long moan.

  “Fuck me, husband,” she demands.

  “I am, wife. I am.”

  I fuck into her until she comes hard my cock, then I fill her with my seed. I lay on top of her for a few minutes before she pushes me away. Stealing a kiss, I pull my still hard cock out and tuck it back into my pants.

  “I gotta finish getting ready,” she says standing up, adjusting her panties.

  I put my tuxedo jacket on and grab my mask. Her krewe’s ball is a masquerade this year. When I turn back around, she is zipping the side zipper of her dark turquoise dress up. Next, she steps into some extraordinarily high heels.

  “You look beautiful,” I tell her, mesmerized by her.

  “Thank you, handsome,” she says reaching up and adjusting my bow tie. From the bed, she grabs her clutch and peacock mask from the bed. “Ready?”

  “Yep. Let’s go,” she says, and we head out.

  At the ball, we dance and mingle until it’s time to head out to my krewe ball.

  “A glass of champagne before we go?” I ask, grabbing two glasses from a waiter.

  “I can’t,” she says, her eyes going wide.

  “What do you mean you can’t?” I ask. I know that we’ve never done anything to prevent pregnancy, but our youngest is only five months old.

  “You’re gonna be a daddy again,” she says winking at me. Her smile is infectious, and though I am happy, I am worried about her not healing properly between babies.

  “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I ask, smiling down at her.

  “I wanted it to be a surprise. Em and I are working on something.”

  “I’ll act surprised if you want me to,” I say.

  “I know it’s silly, but yeah, that would be good,” she says.

  “You got it.” Leaning down, I kiss her.

  If I ever got one thing in my life right, it was buying our house. Had I known she was living in it all that time; I would have come home sooner. She is the very best thing that has ever happened to me and it just keeps getting better.

  Laissez les bons temps rouler.

  Epilogue

  Eleanor

  Twenty Years Later

  “Ma, does dad know we are coming?” My oldest asks over Skype. His face is coming really close to the screen. I laugh.

  “Sweet boy of mine, what is the point of a surprise party if he knew we were having one?” He huffs.

  “You know you can never keep a se
cret from him.” Damn, he does have me there but still, I think that I have done pretty well for the last month with this particular secret if I do say so myself.

  “Baby, I know how hard we have been trying to keep this a secret. Hell, we haven't even told your sister that you are coming. Cole will be there to pick you up when you get in.” He chuckles.

  “Now she definitely can’t keep a secret to save her life. I can’t wait to see the look on dad's face. Make sure you record it.” I laugh.

  “You are so right. I can’t wait to see you, baby.” I can’t help the grin that comes over my face. I am so proud of him for joining the Marines, but he has been deployed for the last two years and I miss him. The thought of him getting hurt over there is enough to almost bring me to my knees. I can’t wait to get my arms around my sweet boy.

  “I miss you too, Ma. I’ll be there before you know it but I gotta go now. They are calling my flight. This is my last flight and I should be there in ten hours.”

  “Bye baby, I will see you soon.” It’s seven in the morning and I am currently hiding in my pantry while I let my hubby sleep in. After all, it is his big Six O, I plan on making him breakfast in bed and then our four other children are coming over. My daughter is coming to help with the decorating and our two boys are taking their father golfing.

  Beau once told me that he bought this big old house so he could fill it up with a family and we sure did just that. The last twenty-four years have been amazingly full of laughter and babies, love and companionship. We have four sons and one daughter. Our youngest just turned eighteen and is now at MIT. He is coming down from Massachusetts. He is also picking up his brother, Dillon from the airport on his way. It has been so long since all of my babies have been under one roof and I can’t wait to see them all.

  The pantry door opens, and I let out a squeak of surprise. Fuck he still takes my breath away.

  “Chérie what are you doing?” I flush and give off a nervous laugh.

  “Uh, the door shut behind me and I was trying to find the door to get out. What are you doing out of bed? You are supposed to be sleeping so I can make you breakfast in bed,” I scold, walking out of the pantry, silently patting myself on the back for not blowing my cover. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me pulling me close to his chest.

  “I know what else I can have for breakfast,” he growls kissing my neck. I sigh and lean into him.

  “Fine, but then you get to make me breakfast.” He chuckles.

  “Whatever you say, love.”

  T minus one minute and I am freaking out a bit. So far everything has gone to plan. Cole picked up his brother and they are now on their way. The party has been in full swing for about forty minutes. All of our friends and half of his old baseball team are here as well. We have the grill going outside and there is a cake in the fridge just waiting to be eaten.

  Cole just walked in a couple of minutes ago. I walk to the garage and see Dillon sitting on the hood of his old Mustang. The one worked on before he was deployed. I gasp and run to him. He spots me the minute before I run into him. He hops off the car just in time for me to wrap him in my arms.

  “Baby, I missed you so much,” I cry holding him as tight as I can. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes me just like how he used to when he was little. I am now only realizing that my little boy is all grown up. When he stands to his full height and my toes barely touch the ground, but he will always be my sweet baby.

  “I missed you too, Ma.” I sniffle and hold him for a few more seconds then pull back.

  “Okay, baby let's surprise the shit out of your dad.” He chuckles.

  “Let's do it.” I send Cole a text to send his father out here to get something because I want Beau to be able to see Dillon before everyone else does. I hear the thud of boots and stand to the side turning on my camera.

  “Chérie what are you doing out here? Are you ready for round two?” Our son makes a gagging noise and Beau looks away from me over to our son. His mouth drops open. Oh my God! I am going to have to edit this video before I post it online. My husband, the man who has cried less than ten times in all of the years we’ve been together, wells up with tears. He makes it to our son in no time flat, giving him a crushing hug.

  “Hey Pops,” Dillion says.

  “Oh, God. This is an amazing present. How long are you here for?”

  “Just for the weekend but I couldn’t miss my old man's birthday.” Beau clears his throat and slaps Dillon’s back before stepping back. I put down my phone and walk over to them putting my arms around them both.

  “How about we go see everyone else?” They both chuckle and nod their heads. After a few minutes of high-pitched squeals and back slaps everyone settles into a nice rhythm. I look out at everyone that I love and can’t help being in wonder of how amazing my life is. All because of the man I fell in love with at first sight. Beau comes up beside me and pulls me to his side.

  “Thank you for the wonderful life you have created with me, chérie.” I snuggle into his side and kiss his chest. “Thanks for loving me, sweetheart.”

  Nothing is better than this.

  About the Author

  KL is a twenty-six-year-old doing what she loves. Making her dreams come true one book at a time. She is the wife of a chef and the mother of an amazing son. She is a full-time author who does a little housework on the side. She can be found perusing social media when she should be writing. If you like Hot AF Alphas and sassy Heroines with steamy yumminess and sweet Happily Ever After’s than her books are right up your alley.

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  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to my husband, Seth. You have always been my # 1 fan. Thank you for supporting my dreams.

  MK, my partner in crime. Thank you for pushing me out of my comfort zone. Thank you for dealing with my crazy ass when I am on a deadline. Thank you for being a kick-ass best friend. I love your face .6 times…

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  MK is married to the love of her life. She lives in Tennessee with her husband. She is an avid reader and loves telling steamy stories she deems filthy contemporary. She loves meeting readers, so come hang out with her!

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  Acknowledgments

  I want to thank my husband, Daryl. You are so supportive of my dreams and I love you so fucking much for like ever.