UNSTOPPABLE
Seaglass Beach Series #2
by Kara Kendrick
Cover & Excerpt Reveal
Release Date: June 14, 2023
Cover Design:
MadHat Studios
Photographer:
SP Cover Photo by Stacy Powell
Model:
Mason Castello
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Trope: Enemies to lovers, forced proximity, pro baseball player, grumpy/sunshine, small-town beach romance
Synopsis
He’s not my type. So why is this grumpy baseball star living rent-free in my head?
Griffin Carter.
Tall, dark, and d*ck-ish—and not in a good way.
Ever since the surly injured pro baseball player rolled into town for a rehab vacation, he’s been an absolute downer.
Rude. Condescending. And unfortunately, sexy as hell.
When his aunt falls and breaks her wrist, he’s stuck running Seaglass Scoops, the ice cream parlor adjacent to my family inn. After scooping one too many cones together, Griffin’s gruff exterior begins to melt and I catch a glimpse of the real him.
I should stick to the plan and not get involved. But after one taste of him, I’m not sure I can resist temptation. I know I’m setting myself up for heartbreak—he’s leaving as soon as he gets the all-clear from the team doctor.
Besides, everyone knows baseball is his true love—but maybe I can convince him life after baseball can be just as sweet?
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Excerpt
The front door opens and in glides Poppy. And damn if my dick doesn’t rise to attention and salute her.
She’s every bit as pretty as she was last night, wearing a very short blue sundress with spaghetti straps. Showing off her tanned arms and her long legs, her honey-blonde hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders.
“Hey.” Her voice comes out breathy, and the sound makes my dick twitch in my pants.
“Hey.” I force the word out, my throat suddenly dry, my palms sweaty.
Which is crazy because I’m not really involved here. This is a casual hook-up, that’s all.
So why the fuck am I so nervous right now?
This isn’t a date, Carter, calm the fuck down.
“You sure about this?” I ask, leveling my gaze at her across the counter, trying to act calm and not give off any anxious vibes.
She nods, standing taller and straighter, her breasts round and perky in the thin, gauzy fabric of her dress.
“Flip the sign and I’ll get the lights.”
She does as instructed, flipping the sign from Open to Closed, while I dim the lights. Now the only light in the room comes from the faint white glow of the ice cream cooler, the two of us shadowy figures in the dark.
“Make sure you lock the door.”
The click of the lock is deafening in the quiet, the sound bouncing off the tile floor.
“We can go back into the office.” I hook my thumb toward the space behind me and she crosses the room wordlessly. In the dark, I can’t read her facial expression. Is she anxious? Excited? Unsure? I can’t tell.
I lead the way to the office, Poppy right behind me, close enough I catch the faint scent of coconuts and something floral. Every muscle in my body’s taut and ready to go, leaving me more confused than ever.
“Do you do this often?” I ask, peering over my shoulder as I unlock the office door, holding it open for her.
“No, never. Do you?” One of her brows rises high in question as she saunters past me, her hips swaying.
“No. I don’t.” I close and lock the door behind me and now we’re alone in the dark. Fumbling around, I find the desk lamp, click it on. A warm glow fills the small space, soft light highlighting the angles of Poppy’s high cheekbones, the curves of her body.
Against my better judgment, I do want to bang her.
Inhaling a deep breath, I take two large steps forward, backing her up against the desk.
“Oh.” Her eyes widen, pupils large and dark, her breathing shallow.
“This is your chance to bail.” I lock my eyes on hers. She runs her tongue along her lower lip, considering, as I wait.
“No way,” she finally whispers.
Without another word, I lace my fingers with hers, pressing up against her small body, and meld my lips to hers.
It’s even better than last night, our connection instant, electric. A zing of excitement shoots through me, from my head all the way down to my toes, and it’s as if I’m tumbling through the air, freefalling. There’s no net and I’m skydiving, but I’m not worried about hitting the ground. Because the possibility of there even being a ground doesn’t seem feasible in this moment.
Everything’s floating, the concept of gravity false, imaginary.
That’s how fucking amazing this thing between us is.
There’s no bottom, no hard earth.
Damn.
She’s all white, fluffy clouds and vibrant rainbows and bright sunshine.
Kissing Poppy’s like standing in a sunbeam and I’m fucking glowing from the inside out.
“Griffin,” she murmurs into my open mouth, squeezing my fingers tight. She shimmies her hips against me, rubbing on my hard cock, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone quite like this before.
I want to touch her, taste her, take every ounce of her she’s willing to give to me.
“Poppy.” I slide one hand up her hip, along her torso and stomach, my fingertips grazing the swell of her breast. She pushes her chest out and I take that as an invitation, cupping her. She slips her tongue into my mouth as I stroke, bringing her nipple to a sharp peak. I lower the strap of her dress from her shoulders, pushing the fabric down and exposing her bra.
With my other hand, I unhook it and toss the lacy undergarment to the side, all my attention focused on her perky tits. Her cheeks blush pink under my gaze and she squirms a little.
“What?” I ask, fondling her smooth skin, massaging circles around her nipples.
“Nothing, it’s just…I’m sure you’ve seen lots and mine are…” She lowers her eyes, breaking eye contact. “Small.”
“They’re perfect,” I half-say, half-grunt, gently kneading and pinching her nipples before bending down to rain kisses across her chest. I tip my head up to look at her. “And I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t mean it.”
The vibration of my voice against her flesh causes chill bumps to rise on the bare skin, the lamp behind bathing her in a soft glow, and I’ve definitely never seen this side of Poppy before. Raw. Vulnerable.
She smiles down at me, her body relaxing as I lick and suck, my teeth grazing the puckered skin. A moan escapes from her lips as her fingers rake through my hair, sending shockwaves rippling down my spine. She tugs at the back of my T-shirt, lifting the fabric up and over my head.
“There. That’s more fair,” she says, as I ease away, chucking the shirt to the ground. Her hands glide across my skin, her fingers tracing the inky patterns of my tattoos.
“What’s the bear for?” She runs the pad of her finger along the dark black line on my bicep, looping around and down, then back up again.
“My college mascot.”
“I thought maybe you were a big-time camping fanatic. Or a Boy Scout.”
I chuckle, skimming my thumb down her soft cheek, then along the line of her jaw.
“No. Didn’t have time for the Boy Scouts. I was too busy playing baseball.” I cup her face, pressing my lips to hers. She wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me closer to her, and I deepen our kiss, intertwining my tongue with hers. Her fingers tickle my neck, my shoulders, my upper back, pressing and massaging away the tension lying deep in my muscles.
I ease my hand down her arm with the lightest of touches, back down to her hip, then down her upper thigh before tiptoeing under her dress. She inhales, a sharp, breathy gasp, but doesn’t pull away. I flatten my hand on her thigh, the heat warming my palm, then slide inward. My hand creeping up between her legs, she widens her stance, granting me full access. I don’t hesitate, palming her satin panties and rubbing, the silky fabric damp beneath my hand.
She rubs against me, urging me on, and I answer her need, finding her clit through the thin material and pinching it with my fingers.
“Oh, yes,” she moans as I slide her panties to the side, touching her bare skin.
“I guess you don’t hate me that much,” I tease, nipping at her neck as I stroke her wet heat.
“I never said I hated you.” The words come out in a staccato, her chest and neck flushed. “Do you hate me?” She arches her back, forcing more friction and contact between our bodies.
I grab her hand, guiding it down to my rock-hard cock. “Does it seem like I hate you?”
She blushes and laughs, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know, this could be a hate fuck.”
“I don’t hate fuck,” I reassure her as she unbuttons my pants, sliding them down until they drop to the floor and I kick them off in a heap. My cock twitches in my boxer briefs and I pull them off, freeing him.
“Wow. Not a lot of pretense here,” Poppy jokes, reaching out and stroking me, her hand soft and silky. Encircling my cock in the exact perfect grip.
“You said bang and get it out of our system. That kind of precludes pretense.” I hook my thumbs in the sides of her panties, easing them down her thighs until they pool on the ground. She steps out of them, then she lets the dress slide all the way down and off her body.
“Gorgeous,” I murmur, my voice deep and husky as my eyes rake over her body. She’s absolutely fucking perfect and I don’t know how the hell I got here, but I damn sure don’t want to stop now.
“Same,” she says, stepping towards me, her hands roaming the hard planes of my muscles. I flex beneath her touch, my muscles ropey, taut, ready. I’m wound tighter than a rubber band at the moment and feel like I may snap at any moment.
“Come here.” I grab her by the round globes of her ass, pulling her to me, crushing my mouth to hers. Her breasts smash up against my chest, my cock twitching on her stomach, every inch of flesh between us hot. I massage her ass and she moans into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine. I press her thighs up against the desk, pinning her in place, my heart hammering double-time in my chest.
I want this woman. Right here, right now.
Lifting her up onto the desk, I spread her legs, easing her as close to the edge as possible before dipping my finger into her wetness. She bites down on her lip, her head falling back as I slide another finger in, stretching her and getting her ready for my cock. She bucks against my hand, and I pump in and out of her for one minute, two, kissing her neck and shoulders. Nipping at her tender skin, leaving the faintest hint of a bitemark.
“Fuck me, Griffin,” she whispers, pushing her body into mine, writhing on the wooden desk. “Please.”
I pull out, grab the condom from my wallet, sheathe up. “You’re sure?” I ask one more time.
“Yes.” She nods, biting down on her lip, and I have consent. Brushing my cock up and down, I slide through her wetness, then into her tight pussy. She wraps her legs around me and I push deeper into her, her muscles tightening around my cock. We find a rhythm, my hips rocking against her, pistoning in and out. Every muscle in my body contracts, racing towards sweet release. She grips my ass, squeezing me to her, her skin sticky with sweat as I pound into her.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I murmur, her tits bouncing, her nipples sharp, pink points. I pinch and roll one of the buds in my fingers as she milks my cock.
“Oh…” she screams, pleasure dancing across her face, and I know she’s close. I pound into her, hard, pushing her over the edge. Her nails scratch across the sensitive skin of my back and I follow right behind, shooting my hot release.
“Fuck,” I hiss, clasping her tight against my chest as we both come down. She’s so small in my arms, ripples of pleasure still rolling through her tiny body.
I have a strange urge to hold her, stroke her skin, stay just like this and watch her breathe.
Soak in all the goodness my body can hold and she can afford to give.
Shit.
That’s not how you’re supposed to feel after a quick get-it-out-of-your-system bang and I know deep-down that I am royally and truly fucked.
© 2023, by Kara Kendrick, All Rights Reserved
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About the Author
Kara Kendrick writes fun and flirty Contemporary Romance destined to give you all the feels. A reformed English major, she also has a master’s in counseling and was an elementary school counselor in her pre-mom life.
She loves the beach, wine, and rock hard abs, not necessarily in that order. When she’s not dreaming up Happily Ever After’s, you can find her chasing after her boy-girl twins, working out semi-hardish, or walking her adorable Shiba pup with her husband, who’s not too bad himself.
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