Page 10 of Kiss-Fist (Deaf Hearts #1)

CHAPTER SIX

ROBBIE

Well, I’m back at the gym. And this time, I’m not running away.

Rhett mocked me relentlessly over this for an entire day when he found out that I had finger diarrhea and blurted everything out in ASL right in front of Thom’s face.

I think he might have peed his pants a little from laughing so hard.

Even came up with a sign that looked like my fingers were pooping.

Asshole. Hate him, even if I do think it was a clever use of signs.

My only real saving grace is that Thom had no idea what I was saying. I would rather die than know he understood. I was very dramatic about all of it. If I could take it back, I would.

Maybe. Probably.

Just as I think that, my eyes catch on Thom across the gym.

He waves at me, almost as if he were waiting for me to arrive, but I’m pretty sure that’s all in my head.

He jogs up to where I’m standing and stops a foot away.

His cheeks pinken, and I see his eyes dilate slightly, that light brown rim growing thinner and thinner the longer we stand here.

‘Hi, I’m glad you’re back.’ He messes up a little on the last sign, but I get it. It’s a hard one. Either way, he’s getting better and better at signing. I should not like this as much as I do. I really shouldn’t.

‘Same,’ I reply.

He beams and then signs, ‘Have something for you.’

He grabs onto my wrist and then leads me through the gym, my eyes wandering to where our bodies connect. His fingers are thick, meaty, would look so good wrapped around my dick.

Honestly, my thoughts have degraded so much since meeting him.

All I think about now is sex. Sex with Thom. Me fucking him. Him fucking me. Us doing all sorts of hot, filthy things to one another.

Rhett reminded me he was hearing. I told him I knew that, my sign for it loud and fast.

Rhett just laughed harder when he saw how irritated I was.

I hate him.

I hate this.

I hate the gym and Thom’s sexy body.

He pulls me down a small hallway with a series of doors before pushing one open and stepping inside. It’s cluttered, small. He must have been given this by his boss. A big f-you to an employee.

It makes me angry for a moment before my mind gets sidetracked when our bodies disconnect. I feel the loss of him deep in my chest. I crave those little touches between us more than I care to admit.

Thom bends down, and I see the perfect shape of his ass. It’s round, biteable, like a ripe summer peach. Which I think I’ve said before, but it’s true.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth to keep the whimper inside. I do not want him to hear this. Half the time, I wonder what kind of sounds my body makes whenever I’m around him that I have no idea it’s making. I should probably be mortified.

Thankfully, Thom stands up and spins around, handing me something.

It’s a packet of something. I stare down at it.

Protein powder? What the hell?

I don’t know why I’m disappointed, but I am. I don’t know what I was expecting, but this is not it.

My gaze meets his, and he points to the word muscles .

Oh, so he wants me to get buffer? Is that what this is? He doesn’t like me as is. I see.

I nod and slip the package into the pocket of my sweater, feeling slightly deflated.

‘Thank you.’

He beams, like he just did something nice, but in reality, I feel a little…bothered. I have no right to feel like this, I realize that. And really, he’s all wrong for me, out of my league, and most likely not even into men. So I have no reason or right to pout over this.

Suddenly, something shakes the building slightly, and I turn to Thom, and he shrugs. ‘Strom. ’

He spells it wrong, but I get what he means. Must have been thunder. I saw the lightning on the way in but paid it no mind. We get storms often here, being this close to the ocean. It’s nothing to balk over.

Just another day in the Pacific Northwest.

‘Come on,’ he signs with a wave of his hand. ‘Workout time.’

Oh fuck.

I think I’d rather get struck by lightning. It would be less painful.

The lights flicker on and off during our entire workout, which is ominous. It doesn’t help the way Thom seems to move closer and closer each time the electricity flickers back on, like a wild dream. A good dream.

The sexiest dream. Where I fall asleep for a few seconds and wake up to a sex god looming over me.

His hands seem to touch me far more than he usually does this session, which is often. His fingers graze over me, all the fucking time. And I swear to god, he’s looking at my lips like he wants to kiss them.

I must be hallucinating. It must be the dopamine or maybe the serotonin. Or whatever other chemical my body is producing while I work out. It’s making me lose it. I should leave, but I told myself I wouldn’t go running off again.

I’d be brave and stay .

The lights flicker off and on, and Thom is right there, closer. Those dilated pupils, those wet lips.

Oh fuck .

The weight in my hand slips and falls to the ground. I move to catch it, not wanting to hurt myself, but I end up tripping over the other one lying behind me. It’s a mess, my limbs moving to and fro frantically trying to keep myself upright, and it’s all for naught.

I end up flat on my ass.

I stare up at Thom, and he blinks down at me in surprise. I’m not usually this clumsy, so falling over? In front of him? I am mortified .

His lips twitch, and he moves to sign something, but before he can, the lights go out and don’t turn back on.

It’s a moment of chaos as people start realizing the power is absolutely out.

They move around us, trying to leave. As everyone heads toward the door, I feel Thom’s strong arms slide around me, lifting me up.

My chest drags against his, and oh god , he absolutely feels my hard cock now. There’s no way he misses it.

But as soon as I’m on my feet, my ankle twinges, and I make a sound. I may be Deaf, but I know he hears it. He freezes, and even in the dark, I can tell he’s worried.

I should reassure him I’m fine, should write on my phone that I just need help to my car, but before I can do any of that, I’m in his arms like some kind of damsel in distress, and he’s striding across the gym. He carries me like I weigh nothing. This is terrible.

It’s really, really bad…

…for my dick .

It’s getting all sorts of ideas, like him lifting me up against the wall and stuffing his cock inside of me. Rutting in and out of me as he holds me off the floor.

Oh god. Yes, please .

He moves down the hallway, the one where his office is, pushes the door open, and sets me down on his desk. Moving away from me, he rummages around in his drawers before returning with a flashlight and flicks it on. I blink at the sudden brightness, the light painful for a second.

Then his hand is trailing down my leg, his fingers pressing into my sore muscles. I try to hold it in, I really do, but I can’t help myself.

I moan.

It rumbles through my chest and exits out of my gaping lips.

It’s disgusting. And so embarrassing. I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe I’m behaving this way. But then again, I can’t seem to help myself when I’m with him.

His hand stops, settling right between my thighs, and his eyes flick up to meet mine. His tongue peeks out, wetting his plump lips, and I let out a small breath.

It’s like time has stopped, and neither of us knows what to do. He should keep checking for injuries, but he doesn’t move. Not a muscle. And trust me, I can see each one in that tight shirt.

And then it all happens so fast. I don’t know who moves first, don’t know who leans forward, but suddenly, our lips are on each other’s, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I can feel his groans as he yanks me closer to the edge of the desk. My legs wrap around his waist, holding him against me.

His hands slide into my hair, and he tugs on the strands as he slants his mouth over mine and eats my mouth.

He tastes delicious, like sex and sweat. And oh god , I’m kissing a hearing man. I didn’t even know he wasn’t straight. I shouldn’t be surprised though. I’m the worst at making assumptions. I do it all the time, and ninety-nine percent of the time, I’m wrong.

And right now, I was so fucking wrong.

I hold on tighter, not letting go. My fingers dig into the back of his neck, and I thrust my hips up against his groin, feeling his hard cock slide against mine.

His groans are deeper now, louder, I’m sure. I feel them continue to vibrate against me, against my palm that sits against his neck.

He leans forward, and I fall back slightly as he nearly crawls up the desk on top of me.

Never have I ever been fucked against a desk.

Come to think of it, I’ve never done anything against a desk before. And I’m a professor. You’d think this would have been a thing. Now here I am, letting Thom ravish me against one.

I’ve turned into a despicable slut of a man.

And truth be told, I love it. I want this to be my new profession.

Screw being a professor.

I want to be Thom’s slut.

He’s rutting against me now, and I’m giving it right back, our tongues tangling, our teeth clashing as we kiss for a desperately long time.

And then suddenly, the lights flicker back on, and Thom pulls away, his eyes blinking open as he stares down at me.

Time freezes. Everything is so bright. So illuminated .

On his lips forms a simple word. One I know all too well.

“ Fuck .”

‘…and then I left.’

Rhett stares at me, blinking, but he doesn’t look surprised because of course he doesn’t. No one who knows me at all would have assumed I’d do anything besides run like a coward. I don’t want to say I am one, because I’m not.

I took on a career that most people in my position would have never dared.

A Deaf professor teaching classics and history at a hearing college?

Not only do I have to deal with new students who have no idea how to communicate with me, but I also have to deal with at least six helicopter parents a year who think I have no business in a classroom.