Page 49 of Kiss-Fist
I peer over at him, and he waggles his eyebrows. He’s the one family member in my life who’s always been relentlessly supportive where my parents had been low-key but very obviously disappointed. When I came out, Dex just slapped me on the back and said, “Don’t worry, I love ass too.”
It’s why I’m here now, helping him out and not with Robbie and his fine-as-fuck pipes.
And eyes. And legs.
Yeah, okay. Everything about him gets me hard.
Especially those fingers, the way they move when he signs. The way they wrap around my dick and stroke.
He’s fucking good with those.
God, I’m a total goner. Like, goodbye single life. I want a future with this guy.
I clear my throat and try not to look down at where Robbie left his marks on me. “Yeah, I was in the middle of a bit of a sex thing when you called.”
“Shit, is he hot? I had no idea you were even seeing anyone.”
“I, uh…I’m not. I mean, nothing’s official.” Not technically, anyway. I’ve been single for way too long. “And fuck yeah he is. He’s like burn the eyeballs hot.”
I pull a sopping wet towel from the ground and toss itinto a bucket and then pull a dry one from a pile, tossing it onto the puddle on the bathroom floor.
“Sweet. What’s his name?”
“Robbie.” When I say it, my cheeks flush, and not from the current exertion. No, it’s because I’m still envisioning him naked and moaning.
“Robbie? That’s cute as fuck. You have a picture?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t. Should get one though.” I mean, I do have the security footage I stole, but I’m not admitting to that. I don’t want to go to jail, and the last thing I need is for Dex to think I’m a total creep.
“You have a dopey look in your eyes,” he adds and then shucks a wet towel at me. It hits my chest and loudly flops onto the floor. I stare at it and then back at him.
“That’s unprofessional.”
“You’re unprofessional, cum face.”
I gasp and then glower. Asshole. I toss the soaked towel from the floor at him. It hits his head and slides off slowly. Like it’s some kind of comedy. I can’t help myself and burst into laughter.
“Dick brain.”
“Buttface.” I feel like a kid again, and I kind of love it. The feeling in my chest is a little heavy and unfamiliar, and it takes me a second to realize what it is: Happy. It’s happiness. It’s not just screwing around with Dex in the bathroom as we attempt to save money on a cleanup crew.
It’s knowing that walking away from Robbie tonight didn’t mean walking away forever. He wants more. And so do I. The feeling is so intense I’m not quite sure what to do with it.
It takes a few hours to get everything done, and it’s well past one in the morning when we finish. The gym has been closed for two hours, and we’re soaked, our clothes sticking to us like a second skin.
“Come on,” Dex says, throwing a wet arm around me. “Let’s change and get some pizza. Then you can tell me all about this Robbie guy. I have questions.”
“Yeah? I totally have most of the answers,” I murmur, and he ruffles my hair.
“Yeah, wanna hear all about it. And I can tell you about my current fling. A hottie from the grocery store. Helped her with some melons.”
“Is that a euphemism?”
He grins. “No, for real. I helped her pick a honeydew and got her number.”
I laugh at that and then lead him toward the lockers. “Let’s get changed and go. I’m starving.”
We end up at a small pizza place outside of town that’s open until the bars close. It’s the best one, if you ask me. We wolf down several slices while we chat about our current love lives. Not that I love Robbie, but I do love a whole lot about him.
