Page 42 of Kiss-Fist (Deaf Hearts #1)

ROBBIE

Three months later…

Thom is on his phone, walking around my new place, showing his best friend, Isaac, the work he’s doing. I didn’t ask him to do this, but he insisted. And fuck, it’s nice. Seeing him looking like some kind of construction worker wearing that tool belt is giving me all kinds of ideas.

I may have sucked his dick as he was trying to repair a cabinet while he was wearing it as a thank-you for offering to help me. And a little reward for myself for buying this shithole.

Not that Thom thinks it’s that bad. I’ve seen his sketches for how he wants to redo the sorry excuse for a kitchen that I have. I had no idea he was so handy. He and Dex own a gym, sure, but I’m wondering if maybe they’re not wasting their talents .

This was supposed to be a fixer-upper. A project house that was meant to take years.

Now, with Thom’s plans, it should be done in six months.

And I have my dad already trying to cajole his golf buddies into redesigning my front and back lawn.

So yeah, while it is a bit of a shithole now , buying this was a good idea.

It feels like a moment coming full circle, and it’s wild to think that only a few short months ago, Thom was just some guy standing in the middle of a gym wearing a backward cap and fingerspelling very poorly at me.

Now, he’s the love of my life. How the hell did that happen?

He spins and catches my eye, then grins and waves me over. ‘Isaac wants to say hello.’

Thom has finished his first-ever ASL semester, and he’s leagues ahead of his classmates, but he has incentive. And an entire community of people willing to tutor him, all because they care about our happiness.

I didn’t think it would start to feel this easy this fast, but it has.

It’s a little scary.

I look at the screen and smile at Isaac, though my chest still does a tiny twist because the man is absurdly gorgeous, and I have no idea why he and Thom were never a thing. But my insecurity is small and private.

I won’t say a thing about it.

Isaac waves at me. “Hey!” The auto-captions roll across the screen. “How are you?”

‘Exhausted,’ I sigh. I feel the rumble of Thom’s voice against my arm that’s touching his chest. He hooks his chin on my shoulder to interpret for me, and I can feel the vibrations of his voice against the shell of my ear. ‘How are you? How’s Paris?’

‘Hot.’

I laugh. I spent more than one summer there when I was studying abroad. People have no idea what hot is when air-conditioning is not a regular thing. ‘Sorry.’

He shrugs. “No worries. I’ll be home soon. I’ll be back around Thom’s birthday, and this time, I get to stay.”

I feel the tiniest bit of trepidation. I’ve won over Thom’s brother, but Isaac seems just as important, and we’ve only had a few conversations like this. And while Dex is learning, I don’t think Isaac is. It might always be weird, and I’m not sure how to feel about that.

But he seems excited to know me. He’s been keeping up on house progress, and every time Thom gets off the phone with him, he always sends his love. It’s nice. I like that for Thom, who doesn’t have a lot of that in his life.

I sneak away from the call and let Thom finish up, moving to the bedroom, where he’s just finished installing the full-body mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

I’m adjusting it when I feel his footsteps under my feet, and I have just enough time to brace myself before he wraps his arms around my waist and then signs in front of my body.

‘Hi, beautiful.’ He’s nowhere near my face, but I get it anyway.

I grin at him. ‘Hi,’ I mouth back.

His hand creeps upward, toward my chest, and I feel a hot flush rising from my neck all the way up to my ears. I know that look on his face. I know what he wants.

And god help me, I want it too.

His hand wraps gently around my throat, and I moan, letting him feel how much I want this.

His cheeks darken as he mouths along the skin right below my ear.

My cock perks up, eager, ready. Even after all these months, I’m not tired of it. Or him. It only gets more exciting and meaningful. Two nights ago, I fucked him while we watched a TV show in bed.

Today, I want him to take me, wearing that backward cap and the tool belt. I’ve prepared for it, and now it’s time to show him.

‘I have surprise for you,’ I tell him, and he spins me around, meeting my gaze.

‘What surprise.’

‘You have to find it.’

He bites his bottom lip in anticipation. ‘Where should I start?’

I pull my shirt off and wait for him to get a clue.

He does, moving his hands up and down my chest, tweaking my nipples before sliding down my back.

When he gets to my pants, he unbuttons them, leaning down to help me shuck them off.

Him on his knees is glorious. Almost too much to handle. But I persevere like the saint I am.

His face nuzzles into my groin, and I groan at the sensation of being touched like that, of watching him go absolutely mad for my dick. His fingers slide against the waistband of my boxers, and he tugs them down, pulling my cock into his mouth as soon as it makes an appearance.

I gasp, grabbing onto his face as he slides me down his throat. He’s so fucking good at this. Always so damn good. His eyes peer up and meet mine, his hands sliding around to cup my ass. And as he spreads my cheeks, he finds what I’ve done for him.

The plug has been nestled into my hole for the last half hour, tormenting me slightly every time I moved.

His eyes widen as he slips off me, his mouth parting.

‘I fuck you?’ he tells me, and I nod, letting him press against it once more.

My hole flexes around the plug, and he grins, sucking me down once more.

He continues to work my cock and my ass until I’m panting, and it’s only then that he pulls off and spins me around, my hands against the wall, my ass arched out.

He stands up, stepping behind me, and I see us in the mirror, the way he stares reverently down at my ass as he starts to pull the plug out.

I bite my lip as I contract around it, and when I’m empty, he replaces it with two fingers, finding my prostate and working me close to the edge. It’s only when I’m begging in words and signs at the same time that he lubes up his cock and stuffs it inside of me.

I feel his groan move through me, turning my head once more to watch as his hips slap against mine, that tool belt still on, his pants just inches below his cock. He looks so fucking hot right now, taking me against the wall, looking absolutely tasty .

He’s a goddamn afternoon snack.

His fingers tighten against me, and I grab onto my dick, stroking it with each forward thrust he gives.

When he comes, I see it, watching as a tendon pulses in his neck, the way his head arches back as he fills me.

The sight alone pushes me over the edge.

My release spatters against my hand and the wall I’m pressed against.

He leans against me, his lips trailing up my spine, his cock still lodged in me.

‘Messy,’ he signs right against my chin.

I laugh, and he pulls out, his cum dripping from me as he takes in what we just did. He’s right. It is messy. I’m going to have to scrub it off the baseboards.

I turn around, and Thom pulls me into his chest, kissing me soundly. When we finally part, my lips are swollen.

‘Shower?’ he asks me, and I shake my head, feeling a blush move across me.

‘Not yet.’ I grab the plug and hand it to him, and his eyes widen as he realizes what I want.

He kisses me again as he works the plug back in my hole, and when he’s done, he stands back and grins.

‘Mine.’

I nod and then search for my clothes.

‘Yeah, you better put some clothes on. I forgot I invited Leaf over.’ I glance at him, and he shrugs. ‘He needs to get out of the house. The groundhog is really making him lose it.’

I’ve heard of this groundhog and the lengths Leaf has gone to rid himself of it. I’ve never actually met the guy, but I bet we have friends in common. That’s how it is. Everyone knows everyone somehow .

‘Okay, I’ll make sure I’m not naked and horny when he shows up.’ And I should probably take this plug out too, but I’ll do that later. ‘Should we order dinner?’

‘Yeah, he needs to eat.’

I nod and then flip through my phone. ‘Chinese?’

‘I love Chinese.’ He uses kiss-fist for it, and I smile. Thom pops a kiss on my cheek. ‘I know house isn’t done, but we can eat outside and chat. I’m sorry I forgot to mention it.’

‘That’s fine.’ He has no idea the number of visitors I had growing up without warning. It’s kind of a Deaf staple. Now with technology, you at least get some warning, but back then, it was always a flashing doorbell and an invite inside.

‘I should wash up. I smell like sex.’

I lean in and sniff. He does, and I’m sure I do too. Moving to the bathroom, we take our time cleaning up, and after a while, the plug makes an exit as well.

I don’t want to be wearing it when we have company.

‘You look hot,’ Thom tells me, and I find myself grinning.

Seeing those signs on his hands never gets old. ‘Same.’

Just as he moves to kiss me, he steps back, his eyes moving toward the window. ‘He’s here early.’

‘Go answer,’ I say as I glance in the mirror once more, making sure I’m presentable. I don’t want to traumatize Leaf with our sex life. He doesn’t need to know. He already has enough trauma with the groundhog.

When I appear downstairs, I see the man standing with Thom, the two of them talking. When they see me, they switch to sign.

‘Hey. Nice to meet you finally,’ Leaf says. He’s got the signs of an interpreter, just like Rhett: fluent and very precise.

I grin and offer a hug, which he takes, telling me he’s been in the community for a long time. ‘I’m surprised we haven’t met yet.’

He cocks his head to the side. ‘You look familiar.’ His brow furrows, and then his eyes widen. ‘Quinn’s brother?’

Of fucking course he knows him. ‘Yeah. I’m the cooler one.’

Leaf chuckles and nods. ‘You know Denver too?’

‘We work at the college together,’ I tell him. I’d say it’s a small world, but in reality, it’s my world.

After letting us chat for a bit, Thom waves his hands and gives us our drinks. ‘Come on. It’s nicer outside.’ He leads the way, and Leaf follows with me right behind.

‘Nice backyard,’ Leaf tells me as we settle into the round table conversation set Thom just finished putting together. ‘I like. No groundhogs.’

I laugh. ‘Yeah. I don’t have that problem yet.’

Leaf’s face darkens. ‘Hopefully never.’

‘Oh, I have something for you!’ Thom exclaims and disappears, only to return with a package in his hand. ‘I saw online and had to buy.’

Leaf peers inside, pulling out a T-shirt, his face in a solemn frown. ‘Fuck you,’ he signs, which only makes Thom laugh. I peer at him and then down at the shirt, which he has sprawled open and against his chest.

I Love Groundhogs is splashed across the front, and I find my lips turning up at the corners.

‘Tell me about this animal. I want to hear it from you,’ I tell Leaf, and he stuffs the T-shirt away and leans forward.

‘So it all started when I was four…’

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