Free Feral Craving by D.C. Stone Page B

him until a
few weeks ago.
    Did he think he could come back to
Nantucket and settle in as if they weren’t anything to one another? As if he
didn’t owe her some sort of damn explanation? One damn night, only one, and her
entire world changed. One touch and their friendship crumbled.
    With a snort of disgust, she pushed off
the counter as the front door bell rang. “What now?”
    Walking down the hall, she cut through
the living room and up to the door, looking through the peephole before she
opened it. Her brows drew down as she looked around and didn’t see anyone.
Maybe the lack of sleep was throwing her mind off.
    She turned to go back into the house when
her gaze drew down to a long white box sitting on her porch. Surprised, she
leaned down and picked up the box, walked back into her house and set it down
on the table. Opening it up, a gasp of delight came out of her mouth as she saw
that two dozen long stemmed white roses—her favorite—filled the box. She
searched around the box looking for any kind of note, something that would give
her an indicator of who they were from. Nothing.
    Letting out a soft sigh, she pulled the
roses from the box before walking over to grab a vase and fill it with water.
She had a hint, though. A certain male in her life had pushed her away earlier
and perhaps this was his apology. Bari had always been a man of a few words,
but Bari also knew when he was wrong. Her lips curved into a smile as she set the
vase of roses in the middle of her kitchen island and thought on the phone call
she had been wondering about earlier. Perhaps, perhaps she would try.
    ****
    Her sweet mouth was
going to undo him, outright, flat out, kill him. Bari glanced down and saw her lips
peel back as her blunt teeth bit down on his nipple.
    “Fucking hell … Christ, Mackenzie .”
    His back arched off the
mattress, following Mackenzie’s retreating mouth before she soothed away the
pain with a soft rasp of her tongue. His cock pulsed in time with his heart as
if it were its own person.
    Having Mac above him,
dedicating her attentions to his body in her own teasing way, was heaven. Her
legs sat on the outside of his hips, held off from touching him. Each time he
reached up to grab her, to pull her down, she drew back with laughter dancing
in her eyes.
    Mackenzie’s silken mouth moved lower, and
she made a sweet sound, a cross between a wanton moan and a low growl that had
his blood heating, his length jumping in anticipation, and his body growing
impatient. He lifted his hand to comb his fingers through her hair as she
sucked an opened mouth kiss on his hip, making a subtle ‘pop’ in the air. He
couldn’t wait to have her gorgeous lips surrounding him. Patience was something
he understood but right now, it was something he fought to maintain. He watched
her, her focus dedicated on his body, soaking it all in. Mackenzie’s head moved
lower, and he groaned, arching into her touch. He took his other hand and
brushed her hair away from her face to get a better view. His erection pulsed,
the head of it hitting just above his belly button and the thick length lying
in full view for her perusal. Mackenzie chuckled low as she watched it, and her
eyes flicked up to his and back down. Her head dipped down slowly … so fucking
slow he thought he’d die from the way his heart stopped. In agony Bari watched
her lips part, her tongue darting out, and as Mackenzie hovered delicious
inches from the head, his eyes snapped open.
    He was alone in his room.
    “Christ!” His hips rolled forward, and he
felt the rasp of the sheets against his painfully hard erection. “Fucking
hell!” He tossed the covers off and sat up, sliding his legs off the bed
and dropping his head between his shoulders. His cock demanded attention, the
dream having felt so real. He would have put money on it, risked his own life,
and swore that Mackenzie had been there in the flesh. With a groan, he pushed
off the bed and walked over to grab his