Josh and Gemma Make a Baby(43)

I let out a long sigh.

“I’m telling you. It’s torture. I walk, I’m horny. I go pee, I’m horny. You speak, I’m horny.”

“Not sure being jammed in there with peeing and walking is a compliment,” Josh finally manages.

I scowl at him. “My appointment is in one hour. I do not want to go in there for my ultrasound like this.” I gesture at my lower region.

Josh’s eyes light with understanding.

Then he looks taken aback. “You need my help?”

I blush and shake my head. I don’t know what I need. I’m not thinking clearly. “I don’t have a vibrator,” I admit. “And I’ve never been able to…you know…take care of it on my own.”

Josh looks around the park. Just ahead is the Swedish Cottage where they put on the marionette plays. Behind the cottage is a sweet little garden.

He grabs my hand, and I can tell by the look on his face he’s taking charge.

“Come on.” He pulls me forward.

“What? You’re not planning on…” I clear my throat.

“Your phone vibrates,” he says in a logical tone.

“Um, yes?”

“Well, I’ll keep calling, so it vibrates continuously until you get…relief.”

I stare at him, but he refuses to look back at me. I let out a long sigh. It’s crazy, it’s insane, it’s…brilliant.

At the garden, we choose the most secluded space we can find, a little area behind a tree with a low rustic wooden bench. The day is so cold and gray that there aren’t any people loitering or taking in the tourist sites.

We’re alone.

Josh pulls me close.

“You all ready?” he asks.




He finds a bench in a garden.

I give him a careful look. Then I pull my phone out of my purse and change its ring setting to vibrate. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. But the horniness, it’s driving me out of my mind. And I can’t imagine facing the ultrasound probe at the doctor’s office like this, there’s just no way…

I stare straight ahead at the dark wood and arched windows of the Swedish Cottage as I slowly take my phone and press it firmly against my zipper.

“Ready,” I whisper.

Josh wraps his arm around my shoulders and gives me a squeeze. A bird still here for the winter gives a short call from the tree over us and the wind rattles the branches. Other than that there’s no sound, at least there isn’t any sound until Josh presses the call button.

Oh.

Holy.

Cow.

The phone buzzes against me. I jerk back, but hold it in place. It pulses, vibrates, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. I’m so sensitive, so overly sensitive, that the vibration feels like a thousand volts pulsating against me. The display of my phone lights up with the name Josh.

Holy. Freaking. Josh.

“Is it working?” he asks. I’m overwhelmed by sensations, but I think his voice is stiffer, tighter than usual. Deeper.

“Yeah, yup,” I gasp out. “Working.”

The ringing stops and the call goes to voicemail. “Again,” I demand.

My skin tingles and everything in me aches.

Josh lets out a huff and presses call.

The vibration starts again and I arch my back and tilt into Josh’s side. “Sweet, vibrating phone,” I breathe.

The vibration licks across my entire body. I’ve never been so horny in my life. For the past few insanely long days I have walked around needing this. Exactly this.

The phone stops buzzing and I let out an involuntary cry of frustration.

“More.”

The phone starts up again.

“Thank you,” I whisper. My toes curl in my shoes and my breath starts coming in shorter bursts. There’s a spring coiling tighter and tighter inside me and any moment it’s about to burst into an orgasm of epic proportions.

I look over at Josh and I’m too far gone to be embarrassed. I half lay against him, my hips arch up, and my lips fall open to let out little moans of pleasure.

Josh’s eyes are as dark as night and completely unreadable. In their reflection I can see myself, a black-haired wanton, getting off on a bench in Central Park.

“Hell. Gemma,” Josh swears.

The phone stops buzzing. And I’m almost there, I’m so high, so close that I grab his thigh with my free hand and beg, “Please.”

The buzzing starts again. Except, Josh didn’t press call. His eyebrows crinkle and I look down.

It’s my mom.

“Ack,” I shriek.

My mom is calling!

Ack.

I yank my phone away and sit up. There’s pain, there’s actual pain from the interruption.

“Crap,” I shout. I try to hang up on my mom, I paw at my phone and fumble with it. But you better believe instead of hanging up I hear my mom over the speaker.

“Gemma? Are you there? Gemma? Hello?”

I hold the phone out in front of me, complete and utter horror floods through me replacing every other feeling.

I close my eyes and hold the phone away from me like it’s radioactive. This cannot be happening.

“Gemma?”

I avoid looking at Josh. He sits stiff as a board on the bench next to me. His arm is heavy across my shoulders.