Page 79 of Loving Josy
One of his hands, the one that doesn’t have a cast, slides lower, gently parting my legs under the water. His fingers find my core, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes. The first touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I gasp, clutching the sides of the tub as my body responds to him.
“Let go,” he whispers, his voice soothing and commanding all at once.
As his fingers slip inside me, I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips. The steady rhythm of his movements, has me spiraling faster than I expected. My body arches against his, completely surrendering to his touch.
It doesn’t take long. With a few precise thrusts of his fingers, the pressure inside me builds and then shatters. My release crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I cry out his name, gripping his thighs as my body trembles in the aftermath.
“That’s one,” Noah whispers in my ear, his tone laced with satisfaction and mischief. “A few more to go.”
Epilogue
Noah
“Noah.”
I hear someone calling my name, the sound distant, pulling me from the depths of sleep. Then, a hand presses on my shoulder, shaking me. At first, it’s gentle, but the urgency in the touch snaps my brain into awareness.
“Noah,” Josy’s voice is tight, laced with fear.
My eyes flutter open, and I turn to look at her. The dim moonlight filtering through the curtains illuminates her face, and what I see makes my stomach drop.
Her eyes are wide, glistening with panic.
“What’s wrong?” My voice cracks as I bolt upright, adrenaline flooding my veins.
Josy swallows hard, her lips trembling as she whispers, “I think my water just broke.”
For a split second, my brain short-circuits. Then I snap into action.
I blink at her, my eyes widening so much they feel like they’ll pop out of my skull. “Your water—What? Now?”
Josy nods, her hands clutching her stomach as her breathing quickens.
I scramble to turn on the bedside lamp, the light flooding the room instantly. My gaze darts to the bed, and sure enough, the sheets are soaked.
“Oh shit,” I blurt, throwing the covers off. “Okay. Okay. This is fine. We’ve got this. I’ve got this.”
I jump out of bed, my feet barely touching the ground as I dart around the room, grabbing whatever my panicked brain can think of: her hospital bag, my keys, my phone. I nearly trip over my shoes in the process.
“Noah!” Josy’s voice snaps me out of my frenzy.
I freeze mid-step and turn to look at her. She’s sitting up, her hand gripping the edge of the bed, her face still etched with worry but now tinged with a glimmer of amusement at my expense.
“Can you get dressed and then help me do the same? We can’t exactly walk into the hospital like this,” she says, pointing at her wet pajamas and then at my body.
I glance down and realize I’m only wearing boxers.
“Oh, right. Yeah. Of course.”
I rush back to her side, fumbling through the drawer for something comfortable for her to wear. My hands are shaking so badly I almost drop the dress I grab. Once Josy is ready, I dart across the room to grab the nearest pair of jeans and a shirt from the first drawer I find.
Grabbing socks and my tennis shoes, I drop to the floor to put them on, my fingers fumbling with the laces in my hurry. As soon as I’m done, I rush back to Josy’s side of the bed to help her to her feet.
When I catch her wincing, my panic flares again. “Are you okay? Are you in pain? How close are the contractions?”
Josy shakes her head, her voice calm despite everything. “I’m okay for now. But we should hurry.”
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest as I help her into her clothes. My brain is on overdrive, cataloging every step we need to take. Car keys. Bag. Get to the hospital. Call the doctor.
