Page 14 of Kiss-Fist (Deaf Hearts #1)

Within seconds, my hands are on him, gingerly turning him onto his back.

His face is a little red, and he’s wheezing.

Fuck, he could have broken a rib. I prod him gently, doing my best to assess how bad his injuries might be.

My first aid skills are professionally taught, but they’re the bare minimum.

I hit a sore spot, and he makes a noise of distress and bats my hand away. ‘Stop,’ he signs. I know that one. His hand opens up wide like he wants a high five, and then he taps his thumb on his chest. ‘I’m fine.’

My eyes widen. “Are you serious?” I demand aloud.

He must have read my lips because he rolls his eyes and winces as he sits up, nodding. He pulls up his shirt and pokes at a red mark. He’s going to bruise for sure. ‘My friends,’ he signs, ‘where?’

I glance around and realize that while I expected Rhett and Mellie to come hurtling toward him, they’re nowhere to be found. I have no idea what their usual routine is, so they could be anywhere.

‘Come,’ I sign to him, standing. I offer him a hand, and he grunts as he starts to get up, then freezes and pulls away.

Before I can reach for him again, he grabs me by the backs of my knees. His face is near my dick, and I get immediate ideas before I remember that A) we’re in public, 2) that public is my work, and D) he’s just fallen off a fucking treadmill.

He sucks in air through his teeth and makes a soft humming noise on his exhale as his thumb gently touches something very, very sore on my skin. I glance down, and oh shit, I’m actually bleeding. For a second, I’d forgotten I was hurt.

His eyes look up at mine, kind of wild and frantic.

‘Come,’ I sign again.

He hesitates but eventually takes my hand, and I get him to his feet. He’s walking okay. I keep a close eye on him as I bring him back to my little office and say a prayer no one else is going to attempt to dismember themselves while I’m fixing us both up.

Cassie is…somewhere. Manning the front desk and maybe keeping an eye on things. It would be just like her to watch and not help.

Whatever. She’s Kyle’s sister, so what can I expect.

Flicking on the light, I lead Robbie to the wobbly chair in the corner by my desk, and I’m halfway to a crouch when he stops me with a hum and a hand on my abs.

They flex under his fingers, and he sucks in a breath before looking up at me and shaking his head. ‘Don’t,’ he mouths.

I roll my eyes and repeat his earlier sign. ‘I’m fine.’ I use both hands for emphasis. Don’t even know if that works, but it feels right.

He shakes his head and once again points to my knees, then to the first aid box on the corner of my desk.

‘You want?’ I sign, then gesture at it.

He gives me an annoyed look and nods as if to say, ‘Yes, obviously.’

That irritates me because I want to help him.

I don’t want to sit around while he attempts to put himself back together.

With a flick of my wrist, I slide it toward him and attempt to take a step back, but he snags my shirt with one hand, then shoves me against the desk so hard I can’t help but plop my ass on the edge.

What the hell?

He makes a very satisfied hum, nods, then flips open the top and pulls out a few packets of gauze and some antiseptic wipes. I say nothing because oh . He wants to take care of me. My breath is trapped in my chest as his hands—so strong yet so fucking gentle—poke and prod at me.

This is so ridiculously romantic I don’t even know what to do with myself.

I watch his sharp, slightly crooked eyeteeth tear open the corner of one of the wipes, and I want to slide my tongue in his mouth. He breathes softly as he touches the wipe to my skin, looking up at me like he’s reading my body language, and I realize it’s because he is.

He can’t hear if I’m making noises of pain.

So I do everything I can to keep my expression soft and open, and as I sit there, his eyes don’t leave mine. He finishes cleaning me up and ends the whole thing with a soft pat on my thigh before starting to rise.

I catch him before he can stand all the way up and drag him between my spread legs. His breath rushes out, soft, warm, and minty as it ghosts across my cheeks.

I can’t break eye contact. I’m physically unable to .

My hands move from his hips to his ribs, prodding very softly. ‘Hurts?’ I mouth.

He lifts his hands and makes a sign for hurt. I copy it. He nods, smiles, and lifts his hand to answer me. ‘No.’

I press a little harder and he sucks in a breath, but I don’t think it’s from pain. He sways closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off of him. God, I want him so much.

I can tell we both know this is a terrible idea. It makes no sense, and yet, I want it. And if the bulge pressing against the inside of my knee is anything to go by, so does he.

“Fuck it,” I say aloud.

His hand moves to my lips, fingers tracing them. ‘Again,’ he mouths.

“Fuck it,” I repeat slowly. I lick my lips, catching the tips of his fingers. “Kiss me.” I only wonder if he understands my words for as long as it takes for his pupils to fully dilate.

There’s a moment—a long pause where I’m not sure if he’s going to obey my command or run away. His jaw tightens, and he glances behind us at the closed door before turning to meet my gaze.

And then he leans in.

His lips hit mine, and I groan, loving the way his tongue tastes against mine.

And he doesn’t go slow either. He pushes it into my mouth and licks every corner of me.

My fingers ruck his shirt up, and I’m met with warm, smooth skin.

Fuck, he’s perfect. The way he fits against my palms. Those narrow hips.

My thumbs brush against the bones protruding there as I pull him closer.

His hand slides to the back of my neck, feeling the moans I’m emitting while his other slides up my thigh. Those fingers drag slowly across my shorts right to the bulge between my legs.

I kiss him harder as he pushes against it, making fireworks explode behind my closed eyes. I scoot closer to him, wanting more, wanting him to touch me bare. God, what that would feel like.

Robbie doesn’t let up, dragging the heel of his palm up and down my dick, driving me wild.

I’m moaning loudly now. I know I should tamp it down, but fuck, it’s hard to do when Robbie is touching me. His hand is right on my cock, relentless and so close to perfect I want to cry. I need to touch him too.

His lips pull from mine as my hand drags up his dick. His pupils are dilated, his mouth wet and swollen from my rough kisses. Warm puffs of air hit my lips as we continue to touch each other, bringing ourselves closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Why is it so good with him?

I don’t want to stop to think more about it. I just want to experience this with him. To live in the moment. God only knows if I’ll be allowed to have this again.

My free hand moves to the waistband of his shorts, and I curl my forefinger underneath it, pulling those shorts down. Robbie’s breath catches for a moment, and I stop, not wanting to go too far without his permission.

“Okay?” I mouth, and he dips his chin.

It’s all I need to tug that fabric right down.

It pools at his feet, leaving him in compression shorts.

I want those off too. I want to fall to the floor and suck his dick, but he doesn’t let me.

Probably realizing I just hurt my knees.

So instead, he leans forward slightly, his lips hitting the skin of my neck as his own hands tug on the elastic of my shorts.

My hips arch up, feeling the brush of his mouth against my neck, making me shiver.

He wants my dick out.

What’s he going to do?

Oh fuck, surprise me, Robbie. I want my mind to be blown.

With a flick of his hands, my shorts are on the floor, my dick out, and Robbie makes the cutest fucking whimper as he pulls away and looks at it.

It makes my cock twitch.

He likes what he sees.

He wets his lips as his fingers curl under the end of my shirt and yank it over my head. I just let him do it, my hat tumbling to the desk as I put myself completely on display.

His eyes flick up to my head, and his mouth parts, panting.

Then he leans over, grabs my cap, and puts it back on my head. Backward. Just the way he seems to want it.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his fingers moving as well as he takes me in.

I lift a hand and point to him, to his still-clothed body, and his already pink cheeks darken.

He shakes his head and moves toward me, signing something else as he steps between my legs and grabs onto my dick.

I jerk slightly at the feeling of his bare skin on mine.

I want more. I want the entirety of him pressed against me, but I don’t get the chance, am unable to tell him what I want because he’s falling to his knees between my spread legs and dragging his hands up my thighs.

Oh, this is a very bad idea, getting head at work, at a business I own, and yet I don’t stop him.

I just hold my breath as he pulls my balls forward and drags his tongue up them. My chin hits my chest as I watch him, those dark eyelashes fluttering, the way his hands grab onto my hips, pulling me closer.

His tongue licks up the base of my cock, along that thick vein that’s pulsing now.

This is a dream come true. I can’t believe this is happening.

The hottest guy on Earth is going to suck my cock.

His fingers dig into my skin, and his mouth closes over the tip of me.

It’s almost too much, the way I’ve waited for this.

The way I’ve fantasized. I’m so close to coming, and he’s barely touched me.

His hand wraps around the base of my cock, stroking me all while sucking on the tip. Like a lollipop.

I swallow back a groan as his eyes peer up at me, dark and shining.

Oh god , this is so fucking hot.

I didn’t expect this when I woke up this morning. I didn’t even expect to see him, and yet here he is, between my legs, getting me off with his hand and tongue.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, which only I hear. And a second later, without warning, Rhett appears.

Everything goes wrong after that.

Rhett’s eyes widen at the scene before him. Robbie pulls away frantically. But instead of falling backward, he ends up with his face in my groin, and the sensation of him being this close to me, the feel of him, the sight of him, undoes me entirely.

My dick jerks and explodes, right against his cheek, splattering him with cum. And the sound I make as I do it, a high-pitched wail of embarrassment and pleasure, is one that I’ll never live down.

The door slams shut, and I stare down at Robbie, who looks mortified, scrambling to stand up as my mess drips down his neck.

I can barely move my limbs from how hard I came, but I do manage to bring up my fist to my chest and circle it in an apology.

Robbie swipes at his messy face and sighs, looking at my naked form spread across the desk before eyeing the door.

He shakes his head, signing something with one hand as he trudges over to it and flips the lock. Then he turns toward me and grabs the tissue I’m holding out to him.

He swipes at his skin, and I can do nothing but watch him as I halfheartedly mop up the cum I got on myself. His eyes meet mine, and I give him a small smile.

He doesn’t smile back, but his lips twitch slightly, and then he pulls his phone from his pocket, typing something on it.

Robbie: I need to find friends and explain. You ok?

I nod, and he types something else.

Robbie: Any cum on me still ?

I let my eyes rove over him, taking him in. Those flushed cheeks, those plump lips.

Fuck, he’s delicious. My dick gives a valiant jerk between my legs but can’t get up. Not yet.

I hold my thumb up, and Robbie runs a hand through his messy hair. And then he’s biting his bottom lip and typing out another note.

Robbie: Btw you look hot in backward cap.

And then he reaches out and taps it before sneaking out of the office, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Holy hell, I need to get my shit together and go talk to him. Or at least try and explain that my dick doesn’t normally explode like that. I usually have more stamina, damn it. That was so embarrassing.

When I finally get dressed and move out to the main workout room though, Robbie is nowhere to be found, and neither are his friends.

God damn it, he’s run off again. Not that I blame him.

That was fucking humiliating and super hot all at the same time. I have never experienced that before, but honestly, I would do it again if it meant I got to have Robbie that close to me once more.

Ten out of ten, would recommend.

I sigh and put my hands behind my neck, feeling slightly despondent, and then my phone chimes, and I pull it out, fumbling with it like a maniac. It’s from an unknown number.

Unknown: It’s me. Robbie.

Unknown: Wanted you have my number

I stare down at it, trying to figure out what to say. But it’s hard when I’m too excited and my brain is mush.

Before I can formulate something—anything—to text back, another message comes in.

Unknown: We should do that again.

Oh shit .