Beach Party
This is a collection of short scenes following the couples you love from the Capricorn Cove series. This book can't be read as a standalone as it covers couples from Books 1-4 in the series.
'Love Bites and Lightning Strikes', 'A Viking in Vegas', and, 'A Very Viking Wedding' - Ella and Gunnar
'Double the Vitamin D', and 'Double Trouble' - Blue, Drake and Dane
'Handcuffs and Honeypots', and 'Honey bees and shaky knees' - Honey and Tristan
'Operation Baby Menace' - Collins and Nick
Love Bites and Lightning Strikes
Ella
Dinner with a family of Vikings was… interesting. Due to Christmas being one of my busy seasons at the bar, my fiancé, Gunnar Larsson's family had volunteered to come to Capricorn Cove to celebrate. I’d expected them to be a little rowdy—after all, I’d met each of them individually over the last few months and they'd each been joyous, friendly and loud, oh so loud.
And I loved it. I did. I loved that Gunnar’s family were brash and bold, and embraced me wholeheartedly. They fully supported our relationship, and I adored them for it.
I just hadn’t quite been prepared to experience them as a group. The Larssons towered over me, bellowed over one another, and laughed uproariously with joy while toasting each other with legs of turkey, forks full of ham, and large mugs filled with my best beer. It felt like a long house celebration, the family of Viking’s having returned from a successful raid.
Gunnar had settled me on the chair next to him, our thighs pressed tightly together, one arm slung over my shoulders as he laughed at something his sister said.
I smiled, basking in the joy that filled the room. Gunnar glanced at me, his grin still in place.
“All good, baby?”
“Mm,” I raised my cup tipping it slightly towards him. “Should I bring the desserts out?”
He glanced at the table, chuckling at the ravaged remains. “Yeah, and I should probably tap another keg.”
We’d shifted the festivities from our house, which was currently undergoing renovations, to the restaurant. Not only could it fit everyone, but it was only a short walk away from the motel where they were staying.
I pushed up, Gunnar following me. There was a flurry of movement as the family began to pile plates, collect cutlery, and head towards the kitchen.
“Oh, please don’t!” I cried, gesturing at them to stop. “Sit! Please, we’ve got this.”
“Many hands make light work, sis,” called Gunnar’s sister, Astrid, her arms full of a decimated platter of turkey bones.
I allowed them their moment then shooed them out of the kitchen, telling them to put on music, and help themselves to more beer. They didn’t protest, leaving Gunnar and I alone in the kitchen.
“What can I help with?” he asked, rolling up his sleeves.
I tried and failed to ignore how that simple action changed him from sexy to every woman's wet dream.
“Ella?”
I jerked back, blinking. He watched me for a moment, a small, devilish grin creeping across his lips. His eyes darkened, heat burning in their depths. “You need something, Valkyrie?”
I opened my mouth, immediately snapping it shut as a blush warmed my cheeks. “Your family is outside.”
He took my hand, pulling me down the length of the kitchen and into the storage room at the back. Sliding the door closed, he shifted, backing me up until I pressed against a shelf containing bags of flour.
“You see something you like, baby?” His voice was low and gruff with desire.
I licked my lips, swallowing, acutely aware of the throbbing of my pulse and the heat of desire pooling in my lower abdomen.
“No,” I lied. “Not when your family is just outside.”
He tsked, that filthy grin still in place. “Liar, liar, your pussy’s on fire. It wants me to touch it and make you feel good.” His big hand slid down my side, wrapping around to squeeze my ass. “Admit it, baby. You want this.”
I opened my mouth, to protest or to agree I wasn’t yet sure, but instead a needy little moan broke free, catching us both unaware.
Gunnar paused for one moment, his nostrils flaring before his control broke. He went for my mouth, devouring me with a greedy neediness. I fell into him, letting him plunder my mouth.
His hands dipped, gripping my ass and boosting me up. I obliged, wrapping my legs around him. He pressed me back into the shelving, careful to ensure I didn’t hurt myself. When he had me anchored, he shifted one hand, pushing my skirt up and running fingers between my thighs, finding my wet, aching core.
“Fuck.” He broke off our kiss, his fingers gliding deliciously through the wet of my naked pussy. “Where the fuck are your panties?”
I panted, each breath causing my nipples to graze against his chest. “This dress doesn’t allow for underwear.”
“You’ve been like this all night?”
“Yeah.” I let out a little moan, my head falling back, eyes drifting shut as he played with my clit. “I thought you knew.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, circling my clit faster, pressing me in a way guaranteed to drive me crazy. “You’re gonna get spanked later for this.”
Can’t wait.
His fingers disappeared and I whimpered, pressing myself forward. Between us, his hand fumbled at his crotch.
“It’s okay, baby. Just gotta get this fly undone… there.” His cock pressed to me, deliciously hard, hot and thick. “You ready, baby?”
I forced my eyes open, letting him see all my desire, all my need. “Always, Viking.”
He thrust forward, burying himself to his hilt. We both cried out, the friction and heat overwhelming. He pulled back, then thrust again, and my control broke. I no longer thought of his family waiting for dessert. I no longer worried about being interrupted or keeping quiet. I thought only of Gunnar, his smell, his feel, and his cock as it drove me higher, chasing my release.
“You like this, baby? You like knowing I couldn’t wait to feel your pussy?” Gunnar muttered, thrusting harder. “You like knowing I’ll be thinking about my cum dripping down your legs for the rest of the night? You like knowing I’m gonna fuck you on the table after everyone leaves?”