Marie Harte: Zack and Ace

“We’ve got him.” Hale moved under Zack’s arm. Derrick took his other arm, and they walked him slowly to the door. “What the hell, Zack?” Kelly heard Hale hiss at him. “Why didn’t you tell us you’d been nailed?”

“Booby trap in the woods. Not a serious wound. I just lost a lot of blood is all.” Zack tried to move out of their hold, and Derrick snapped at him.

“Dammit, stay still! You obviously tried to patch yourself up, but it didn’t close.”

Derrick lifted Zack’s shirt and tossed a blood-sodden bandage to the floor. “Now you’ll get help, whether you want it or not. Stubborn bastard,” Derrick mumbled as they made it to the door.

“Caitlyn, dear, help me with Zack, would you? You have a gentler touch.” Doc ignored the glares Hale and Derrick shot him.

Kelly started. She hadn’t heard Caitlyn arrive. Then again, she hadn’t realized when Derrick had entered, either.

“It’s already closing up,” Caitlyn said over her shoulder as she followed the guys out of the room.

Doc considered. “Then this shouldn’t take long. Roane, bring that tray into the other room. I’ll run Ace’s tests in the lab after I see to Zack.”

Kelly stared from Ace to Zack, not sure where to go. Ace wasn’t bleeding anymore, but he wasn’t conscious, either. Zack looked terrible, pale and needing attention. But he had the entire team to help him, Doc included.

“Kelly?” Doc watched her, his gaze understanding.

“Will Ace be okay?” She couldn’t contain her anxiety. Her voice trembled, and it was all she could do not to cry. “Will Zack be all right?”

Doc frowned. “I’m not sure. Of the two of them, I’m more concerned with Ace at the moment. I’d like you to stay with him while I see to Zack and run those tests on his blood.

Ace’s pulse is a little high, but his breathing seems normal.” Doc shook his head. “I just don’t like that he’s still unconscious,” he said as he started moving away. “I need to look at his blood.”

In moments, only Kelly and Ace remained in the room. Wanting to help him, Kelly filled a small pail with warm, soapy water and grabbed a cloth and towel. His shoulder-length, blue- black hair was dirty. Dried blood streaked his face and body. She couldn’t do much more than sit and wait with him, but at least she could see to his comfort.

She washed him gently, removing the grime from his skin with sweeping strokes.

Under her touch, she imagined that he shined with health. Kelly willed him better, praying like she hadn’t prayed in years. She sighed. As if thinking it would magically make it happen.

More than once as she cleaned him, she stopped to stare. Even more than his incredible biceps, pecs, and six-pack abs, his wounds intrigued her. They seemed smaller now. As she watched, they actually started to heal. Skin knitted around the stitches Doc had just sewn.

Ace’s shoulder wound pulled together until only a pink scar remained. His abs no longer looked an angry red, but instead sported large purple and blue bruises.

“Amazing.” Kelly shook her head, full of wonder as she stroked the warm washcloth around his injuries. When the sheet over him tented, indicating life in that part of him she’d done her damnedest not to think about, it caught her off guard.

When the others had stripped off his clothes, she’d noticed everything. In addition to his wounds, she’d caught an eyeful of the perfect male body. He had a wide chest, muscular arms that tapered to large, graceful hands, a flat stomach, and strong thighs. Between those thighs lay a long, thick cock nestled in black hair that she’d had to fight not to touch.

Flushing and feeling embarrassed to be so aroused in front of an ailing man, she didn’t know what to make of his erection, other than to ascribe it to a normal physical male response to touch. She eyed the sheet. Good God, but he was huge!

Kelly leaned over to better study his face. A hand caught her wrist and scared a soft shriek out of her. She was helpless to resist as he brought it to that hot, pulsing part of him.

“Kelly,” he slurred. “Yeah, baby, that’s it.”

She unconsciously squeezed him, lured by the husky note in his voice. What am I doing? Horrified at the thought of anyone coming in to find them like this, or worse, that she might inadvertently hurt him, she tried to take her hand away. He wouldn’t let her. He wrapped his hand around hers and pumped it up and down. She stared hard at his face, trying to ascertain if he was joking, but this was no ploy. He was semiconscious and horny.

“Please,” he rasped and thrashed his head on the table. “I…need…”

She couldn’t help a small smile. If Ace was healthy enough to need sex, he’d surely recover. Wouldn’t he?

Then what he’d said hit her, shocking her to her toes. “You said my name.” She licked her lips, suddenly hungrier for Ace than she’d ever been before. Which made no sense. He was semiconscious, for God’s sake. Perhaps that rogue Circ’s mating heat had infected him.

Was he -- could he -- be passing it on to her?

He moaned. Under his hand, she pumped him harder, wanting to give him the release he craved. Something to ease her mate in so much pain.

Mate? Where the hell had that thought come from?

Raspy breathing alerted her to pay strict attention to her “patient,” the man she was currently giving a handjob. I am so going to hell for this. She blushed, though she couldn’t stem the pleasure she felt at touching Ace. She wanted badly to hear his voice.

“Ace, are you okay?” Any thought she had about ending this right now disappeared as Ace tightened his hand around hers. Before she knew it, he gave another groan, and his abs clenched. Milky fluid shot from his cock, hitting his belly and sliding over their joined hands. To her surprise, he sure had a lot of it. The urge to lean down and taste the sweet-smelling cream drew her for a moment before common sense prevailed.

She yanked her hand away and quickly used the warm rag to clean up the mess, being careful to be gentle. What the hell was I thinking? Licking up his cum? Sweet-smelling cream? What’s happening to me? Kelly tucked the sheet back around Ace’s waist, relieved he no longer had an erection. If she wasn’t mistaken, the tension she’d sensed in him also seemed to have eased.

An orgasm -- for all that ails you. “I should hang out a shingle,” she murmured, feeling feverish and unlike herself. Standing, she continued to soothe Ace, running her fingers through his hair. Such soft strands, and probably the only part of him that wouldn’t ache when he woke.

Caitlyn walked in the door minutes later and stopped at her side. She was the one person who knew exactly how much Kelly cared for both Ace and Zack. “Kelly, are you okay?” Kelly nodded. Caitlyn gave her a quick hug before turning to Ace. She frowned, then leaned closer and sniffed.

“What?” Kelly asked, praying the Circ couldn’t tell what she’d done. Kelly loved Caitlyn like a sister, but even sisters had their limits. She had no intention of telling her best friend she’d just jacked off an unconscious man.

“He seems better. Smells healthier.” Caitlyn shrugged. “For what it’s worth, Circs heal really fast. Just look at his wounds. They’re already much better. Even Zack’s doing well. Doc says he’ll be on his feet in a day or so, after he gets some rest.”

“And finds out how Ace is doing.” Zack glared at Derrick and Hale, who stood sentry on either side of him just inside the doorway. They glared right back.

“You’re going to pull it apart again. The skin just fused,” Hale said. “You need to take it easy.”

“Yes, Dad,” Zack drawled. He slowly made his way to Ace’s side and smiled. Kelly’s heart raced, but her tension eased. She stepped aside to give him some space. “He looks much better.” Like Caitlyn, Zack sniffed at Ace. He shot Kelly a sharp look but said nothing. Thank God.