“Yes and no. He’s way too talented to just do rhythm. He’s a musical genius. Connor’s his name.”

“Nice guy?”

“One of the best.” I waved the marker. “What’s your name, Neck Brace?”

“Samantha. Sam’s fine.”

“Sam, hold still, so I don’t fuck this up, yeah?”

She stiffened like a board and pointed her eyes up at the ceiling.

“Neck Brace Sam,” I read aloud as I wrote. It wasn’t like she could read it herself at the moment. “Thanks for lifting my spirits and talking about music! Best of luck, Phil Deveraux.”

“Cool!” she piped, cracking me up.

Capping the marker, I shoved it back in my pocket just as Kenna walked into the room. She smiled brightly and gave me a thumbs-up.

“That’s my Baby Girl, Sam. I gotta go. You get better fast, all right?”

“Thanks! I hope the same for your Baby Girl.”

A light pat on her shoulder, and I was on my feet and taking Kenna’s hand.

“Dr. Norimatsu said to come back by two, and we’ll have the results,” she told me as we walked out, her voice a little too loud. “I’m fucking starving!”

Several people looked in our direction in disgust over Kenna’s language, making me laugh. I pulled her back to stop her, and she looked at me. I held my finger to my lips.

“Oh!” she whispered, blushing. “Sorry!”

Unable to help myself, I kissed her in the middle of the corridor, not giving a fuck if we bothered anyone. I didn’t use tongue or anything, but I kissed her a couple of times until her cheeks were glowing.

Then, I took her out to lunch.

Dr. Norimatsu had us take a seat in front of her desk, and I got the worst feeling.

What if there’s something seriously wrong? Or her hearing is permanently damaged?

She’d be heartbroken if she could never hear music again.

Then, Dr. Norimatsu smiled. The knot around my lungs eased, and I could breathe again. She handed Kenna the file with the scan results, and Kenna silently read them to herself.

Dr. Norimatsu took pity on me. “She’s perfectly fine, Mr. Deveraux. No organ damage, and her hearing should come back. She mentioned she still has tinnitus, but it’s not excessive in volume. It is possible that she won’t recover her hearing one hundred percent, but she won’t be deaf forever. Hopefully, the tinnitus will be gone in a few more weeks.”

“Okay,” I said, exhaling loudly.

Next to me, Kenna was watching Dr. Norimatsu, trying to read her lips. Dr. Norimatsu smiled and gave her a thumbs-up, and my Baby Girl’s face filled with excitement.

That little shit turned her face to me, and at the top of her lungs, she said, “We can have sex again!”

My jaw dropped, my face going fuckin’ tomato.

Kenna pointed at me and laughed. “I could fry an egg on that!”

Dr. Norimatsu fuckin’ lost it, too.

The truck was parked in the hospital garage, and the second my ass slid behind the wheel, Kenna jumped me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, grinding her heat into me. Her delicious little mouth was on mine, pushing her tongue past my lips.

“I want you so bad,” she said, breathless. “I need to feel you, babe. I need you inside me.”

Oh, hells fuck yes!

My hands held her ass and squeezed, pulling her into me. We made out and dry-humped in the hot truck for a few minutes until she went for my fly.

“No, Baby, not like this,” I groaned, grabbing her hands.

The look she gave me nearly broke my heart.

“Home,” I said slowly. “Not here. I want you, too. Bad.”

For fuck’s sake, she had to feel that. I was close to busting a nut in my pants.

Nodding her head, she slid off my lap and sat in bitch. Firing up the truck, I peeled out of the garage a little too fast. Once past the gate, I took her hand and put it on my groin. Little shit, she totally smirked and squeezed.

Yeah, home was too fuckin’ far away.

But the studio was about halfway…

Kenna

Disappointment sank into my gut like a lodestone as we pulled into the studio’s parking lot. What the hell? I was ready to crawl the fuck out of my own skin. Close to saying something incredibly rude, I looked up at him and saw he had his angry face on.

Oh…

Phil grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the truck. Forcing me to walk in front of him, his hand was in the waistband of my baggy jeans, shoving me along.

Sheri was behind her desk when we walked in, and upon seeing us, she stood up, concern written across her pretty features. I felt Phil’s voice saying something to her, and she smiled her megawatt smile. She gave me a thumbs-up, and Phil continued shoving me toward his office. Manhandling me like he used to do, he pushed me over the threshold, and then he shut and locked the door.

This is it! I’m getting laid! Fuck yes!

I was so excited that I had no idea what to do with myself.

Phil stalked up to me and started unbuttoning my jeans before pushing them down with my underwear. I kicked them off along with my flip-flops. Faster than I could blink, he had me up against a wall, fumbling with his own belt buckle and fly.

Yeah…

I wanted it just like this—hot, hard, and wild. We could make love later. Right now, I was in a frenzy to feel him again. It had been too fucking long.

His groan vibrated through me as the head of him pushed against me.

“Do it!” I said. “Make it hurt, babe.”

Firm and steady, he didn’t want to put the hurtin’ on me just yet.

Phil hit that magic spot, and I felt myself moan. His mouth slammed down on mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in as deep as I could.

“Oh, fuck! Please, babe! Hard!” I begged.

I was filled to the edge of pain, and it felt so good that I was becoming mindless. Just the feel of him riding into me, giving me what I needed, I was in bliss. I could feel him saying something. I missed his filth talk. I wished I could hear him telling me how good I felt, how much he loved to fuck my brains out.

“Harder!” I begged.

He obliged, and his moan reverberated through me.

Then, something weird started to happen. The pressure between my legs increased…and in my ears, too. The closer I got to my peak, the more my ears rang. A sizzling noise, like crackling or a shower of sparks, got louder and louder the closer I got to my orgasm. It was terrifying, but the feel of him was more intense than the sound and fear.

“Fuck!” I cried, trying to drown out the noise.

The world exploded into fireworks as I detonated from within. My ears popped, the maddening pressure instantly releasing.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” chanted Phil.

I could feel it in him. He was close, so hard, just ready to explode.

I was frozen in shock as it sank in that I had just heard him.

Burying his face into the crook of my neck, his cock jerking violently inside me, he unleashed a wonderful roar.

And I heard it.

“Oh, fuck, Baby Girl. Oh, fuck…” he moaned.

“Phil?”

“Fuck, I was too rough.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I was—”

His shoulders stiffened, and he pulled back. Looking down into my face, he was stunned. “Did you just…” He swallowed hard. “Did you hear me?”

“I did,” I replied, smiling.

My soul was soaring. I’d heard his beautiful, rich deep voice, and my heart and soul were singing with unadulterated joy. The happiest of tears filled my eyes, and I laughed. I could hear that, too!

“Kenna—”

“AAAAHHHH!” I screamed, laughing and crying. Tightening my arms around his shoulders, I squeezed my legs around his waist, hugging him with my whole body. “Dance for joy, you fool! I can fucking hear!”