Page 85 of Kiss-Fist
My fingers flex against the glass. ‘Same’
Robbie’s shoulders sag, and he sighs. ‘Is this over?’
I worry I didn’t catch that, and I cock my head. ‘Again.’
‘The two of us finished?’
I set the cup down and then shake my head. Words are all jumbled, but I manage, ‘You want finish?’
He blinks up at me, wetting his lips. That cute little smack he makes. I fucking adore it. ‘No.’
It’s enough to have me letting out a relieved breath. Thank fuck for that. I wasn’t ready for it to be done. I know this is new, but I want to fight for it.
For us.
Robbie starts to sign quickly and then stops, holding out his hand for my phone and typing furiously when I give it to him. Damn, he has a lot to say.
I wish I could understand him now, but I know I need to be patient. I’m learning as fast as I can.
So I wait. And fucking wait. When he finally hands me the phone, I square my shoulders, then open my text reading app and highlight the massive paragraph he’d written. The electronic voice grates on my nerves, but I know I need to hear it.
Robbie: I’m so sorry about Rome. I don’t know why he was acting so awful, but it’s not like him. We aren’t exclusive. We never were. And I’m sorry your first Deaf event was ruined because of him and his shitty attitude. I didn’t want that. I wanted you to have fun. To just enjoy yourself. He ruined it, and I did too. I should have made sure it was a safe place for you to be. I’ll go on that hearing double date to make up for it. Just tell me the time, and I’ll be there.
I glance up at him and then type my response.
Me: I was jelus. I like u. You didnt ruin anythng. I had fun.
I hand it back to him, and he reads it quickly, peering up at me through those thick lashes. Fuck, he’s so sexy.
He types out something else, showing it to me and waiting as I listen. He’s so patient. He doesn’t even get mad that I’m so slow at this.
It makes me like him even more.
Robbie: You sure? Rome acted lousy. If you mad I understand.
Me: I’m not mad. I am still a little jealous, but I think I know what will fix that.
I take the phone and set it down, stepping into his space, my hands fisted on his shirt.
He wets his lips, and I stare down at them. When I lean forward and kiss him, he groans, little puffs of air entering my mouth. I swallow them down as his hands slide around my back, holding me to him.
My tongue slips into his mouth, and he sucks on it eagerly. It makes my cock perk up. He’s already hard. I felt it as soon as our bodies collided.
Yeah, this is just what I need to curb the jealousy.
Fucking him caveman style. Making him realize that we may not be able to fully communicate right now, but we can fuck like animals.
I push him against the counter and grind my hips against his, making him tremble. I don’t stop either. I just continue until he’s panting.
Pulling away, he chases my mouth, his eyelids hooded, his lips swollen.
‘More?’ I ask, and he groans, kissing me roughly. I guess that’s a yes, then.
I lift him, his legs tightening around my back, and I carry us to the bedroom, where I know the lube and condoms are. Fuck yes. I want to get inside of him. I want to feel that tight rim suck me right in.
I toss him onto the bed, and he bounces, his eyes widening in surprise.
Throwing him around a room, right? That’s one of the first things he asked me for.
