“Yeah, well. We do. Have sex, that is.” Ace looked so incredibly uncomfortable with the discussion, which made him that much more attractive. A man with muscles on top of muscles who was scared of something as simple as intimacy. It gave Kelly equal footing in a world she knew little about.
“Is that so embarrassing to admit?”
“You have no idea.” Ace shook his head. “You might as well be dead if you’ve kissed a guy where I come from. You didn’t cry in my family. Didn’t show love or affection for anyone. Mom took off when I was three. Dad was an asshole,” he said bluntly. “If you weren’t tough, rock solid, he wanted nothing to do with you. No matter how great I was in football or how many fights I won, it was never enough.”
“I’m sorry, Ace.”
“Hey, it is what it is. I haven’t seen the old man in years. But I can’t help thinking about what he’d think about me and Zack.” Ace stared at the empty mug Kelly handed him.
“Being with you, on the other hand, would be okay.”
“Just okay?” she teased.
The hunger in Ace’s brown eyes startled her. “Hell, I might get a medal for fucking you as hard as I have.”
She blushed. She couldn’t help it.
“Sorry. I should have said, for making love with you as hard as I have. Zack’s always on my ass not to curse in front of you.”
She didn’t mention that “ass” was also a curse word. “He’s something of a gentleman, isn’t he?”
“He likes to think so,” Ace said with a grin that quickly faded. “Something’s wrong with him. I feel it. It’s more than physical. He’s different now.”
“I know. I sensed it too. Like he’s hurting. Maybe he needs time.” Even as she said it, the beast growing within roared its displeasure.
The coffee beeped, and she poured some for them both.
Ace stared. “Your eyes are changing. I’m not sure how much time we can give him.”
Sudden need for her wounded mate consumed her.
Ace must have sensed her need, because after a moment of silence, he said, “You know, I think it’s best that you see what’s wrong with him.” He nodded toward the hallway. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”
Kelly left her coffee without taking a sip. Down the hallway, she saw a closed door and reached above the picture frame next to the door for the key. Opening the door quietly, she entered and closed it behind her. Zack lay on his back on the spare bed. His hands were behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
“I thought you were tired,” she said softly.
“I am.” His low voice sent shivers down her spine. Zack was so sexy, though he never tried to be. So handsome, so full of enthusiasm…usually. Now, he looked worn. “I can’t sleep.”
“Can I help?” She wanted to soothe him, and without realizing exactly how she did it, she released a light perfume in the air.
Zack tensed. “No.” He had to clear his throat to continue. “I’m fine.”
“Liar.” Kelly sat next to Zack on the bed and traced the faint bruises on his chest. He healed at a remarkable rate. “Let me see your bandage.”
Zack stared up at her, his light gray eyes full of pain.
“Oh, Zack. Let me help you.” She peeled back the bandage to see his wound healing.
Tapping it gently back in place, she stroked his chest with a light touch and ran her hands down to his waist. “Your shorts are damp.”
He blinked slowly, his gaze lingering on her mouth. “I had a swim.”
“In a bar?” she asked dryly.
He didn’t seem to care that he’d been caught in a lie. “Yeah.”
She deliberately shoved her hand under his waistband and closed it around his steely cock. Zack hissed his pleasure.
“Zack, I don’t know what’s bothering you. But I want to help. I want to heal your hurts,” she whispered and released him. Slowly, she inched down his shorts, loving the way they clung to his muscles. One muscle in particular jumped when she eased the fabric down and off his body. “You’re so big.”
He groaned. “Only around you.”
And Ace, he didn’t say. Interesting. Kelly removed her robe and knelt, straddling his knees.
“Your breasts are full, your nipples hard,” Zack rasped.
“Yours are too.” Kelly leaned over him, closing her eyes as her breasts nestled his cock.
She reached out and tweaked his nipple. Sliding over him, careful of his stitches, she took that small bud in her mouth.
“Christ.”
She sucked him and added teeth, the way he and Ace had done to her last night. “I missed you before. When Ace was fucking me,” she added.
Whether it was the thought of Ace taking her or her language, she wasn’t sure, but Zack acted like a male in the throes of his own heat. He arched against her, rubbing his cock under her belly. His arms left his head to cage her back.
“You’re so soft.”
“You’re so hard.” Kelly continued to kiss him, laving his nipples and chest, running her mouth down his body toward that rigid part of him. Gratified to see his slit filled with arousal, she lowered to taste it.
“Yes,” he hissed as she took him in her mouth. He threaded his fingers through her hair and pushed more of himself inside her.
Kelly wanted to bring him pleasure, to soothe his aches and make him happy once more. But Zack refused to let it be only about him.
“Put your pussy over my mouth,” he commanded, tugging at her thighs.
Helpless to refuse him, she took him deeper into her mouth and circled his body. With pleasure, she straddled his face.
He didn’t tease, didn’t go slow. Zack sucked her clit hard and rammed two fingers inside her.
Aroused beyond measure, she sucked harder, taking more and more of him in. She rubbed his balls and eased a finger between his cheeks, wanting to shove inside his hole, the way Ace must when they came together.
Zack moaned and sucked harder, echoing her excitement. The scent of sex filled the air, a smell her beast approved of. She wanted more, to push the male beneath her past his limits.
Kelly added the press of teeth against the sensitive skin under his cockhead just as she pressed deeper into his ass.
Zack began pistoning his hips, arching up harder and harder into her mouth as he sucked ravenously, eating her with moans while he fucked her with his fingers. He pushed deep while he tasted her, but she needed his seed.
Clamping her mouth around his shaft, she tugged, caught in her own ecstasy -- the feel of his lips, his tongue. She was so close to exploding…and then he shifted the pressure on her clit enough to slow her down before ramping the tension again.
He drew her flesh into his mouth with a groan, the rumble of his pleasure vibrating through her very womb. She sucked hard as she came, unable to stop.
Warm cum filled her mouth, spurting into the back of her throat while Zack gripped her tight. He continued to lick her, tasting all of her cream while she swallowed him up.
It was some time before they could move. He kissed her one last time and shifted her to lie on top of him.
“Zack, watch your wounds.”
He grinned, the pain that had clouded his gaze nowhere to be found as he stared up at her with possession. “Thanks, baby. You make me feel good.”
Purring like a cat, Zack made her think of an untamed panther. Sleek and dark and dangerous. Tamed with a bowl of cream.
“That’s the Zack I know and love,” she murmured, content until she realized what she’d said. “I mean, I…I’m glad you’re happy now. You had me worried.”
His eyes twinkled, his grin sincere. “Oh, I’m happy, Kelly. I came inside that sweet mouth of yours, and I can’t stop purring. You taste so good, like honey.” He licked his lips, and his gaze darkened. “I want you again. All the time.” Zack’s smile faded. “I think your heat’s coming on strong.”