Page 45 of Won’t Let You Get Away

My heart hammers in my chest as my orgasm builds and I hover at the edge. I slip my free hand under my shirt, grateful I hadn’t gotten around to putting a bra on today as I grab mybreast and pinch my nipple. Picking up the speed, I tilt the wand and thrust the toy, hitting my g-spot and groaning.

I gasp and repeat the motion, pinching and twisting my nipple as I repeat the movement. It only takes a few more thrusts to push me over. My orgasm crashes through me in waves of blissful pleasure.

But even as I catch my breath, the aching desire for Noah lingers just under the surface. Only this time I suspect that my favorite vibrator won’t be enough.

NOAH

“Connor, I swear if you’re calling me again to ask if I know the gender of the baby yet, I will punch you the next time I see you.”

“I’m not!” he protests in a high-pitched voice and I roll my eyes.

“Then why are you calling?”

“Can’t I just check in on my brother?” He retorts with a scoff.

“Yeah, you could have one of the three times you called me this morning. But considering this is the fourth time you’ve called me before noon?” I laugh, shaking my head even though he can’t see me.

“Or maybe I realized I never asked how you were during our previous conversations,” he replies without conviction.

I trap the phone between my ear and shoulder, bending down to grab my boots.

“I’m fine, Connor. You’ve checked in. Now, let me put on my shoes and I’ll call you after the appointment.”

“You know, there’s this thing called texting. You could update me the moment you find out!” Connor blurts out.

I roll my eyes and move to sit on the stairs while slipping on my tan boots.

“You’ll know when Bri says you can.”

“Oh,” he sings teasingly. “So, she’s ‘Bri’ now?”

“She’s always been Bri to me,” I grumble but shake it off. “Anyway, as I told you before—it’s up to Bri. She might not even want to find out today and wait for one of those gender reveal events instead.”

He sighs dramatically on the other end. “Fine. But if that’s what she decides to do then I call dibs on being in charge of the envelope with the gender. If that means I need to be put on cupcake or balloon duty with the correct color, then so be it.”

“Impatient much?” I ask rhetorically.

“It’s called being excited to be an uncle,” he retorts. “What time is the appointment again?”

“As I’ve told you three times this morning and twice yesterday in the group chat with AJ, it’s at one-thirty.” I pull the phone away and glance at the time. “Which means I gotta go since I promised Bri I’d meet her at the cabin in ten minutes.”

I had offered to pick her up and drive, but she insisted that she does not do well as a passenger. Which is perfectly fine with me; as much as I would love to see her in the passenger seat of my truck, her comfort is more important.

It also means I can actually watch her and not just steal glances while driving.

“Promise you’ll call me tonight?” Connor asks, his tone quiet enough to make me pause.

After our mom passed away, we gradually lost contact with our extended family on her side. It never bothered me too much. Maybe because I threw myself into learning how to run the farm from Dad. But that was fifteen years ago and while I still miss my mom, we were never that close with her family anyway since they never made the effort to visit us.

But the vulnerability in my brother’s voice makes me realize that, while I had never given much thought to having kids, deep down, I always saw my dad there.

My eyes close and I force myself to breathe evenly.

It wasn’t until this moment that I realized just how much I wish my dad was here to meet his grandchild.

“Yeah, Con. I’ll call you the second I can to share the news. Or at the very least, let you make your case to Bri about why you should be entrusted with the envelope.”

There arefew moments in my life that I remember with absolute clarity. The time I punched a hotshot bully in the face for picking on my brother; the day I stood on the beach of a vacation rental, listening to my father on the phone as he told me Mom was gone; the look on the surgeon’s face as he approached us after my father’s final surgery, informing us they did everything they could, but my dad was gone.

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