Page 13 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

He took my hand, his thumb tracing small circles over my knuckles. It was too intimate, and I hated it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Noah in the rearview mirror, driving behind us.

For the next hour, he stayed right behind us.

I forced myself not to look in the rearview again. You don’t get to want him, I told myself. We weren’t supposed to be doing any of what we were doing in the first place. Momma and Daddy would have a fit.

It was done and over with, I told myself.

Creed-

From my bedroom, leaning against the cool windowpane, my gaze was stuck to the scene below my window. My parents were the life of the party they were hosting. They were drunk, grinding on each other and singing at the top of their lungs, entertaining everyone. To the outsiders who had been invited to celebrate the Fourth of July with us, it was the epitome of rock-and-roll heaven. To me, it was just another night, like every other holiday.

I had learned a long time ago that our home wasn’t for family bonding. Family gatherings were never just that—gatherings of family. We never spent time together, just us. Holidays were just an excuse for another wild party, another photo op. Another venue for Troy and Scarlett Rose to put their love on display. My family would be different. I wanted kids I spent quiet weekends at home with.

Being my parents’ child was exhausting, and I was tired. I had shown my face for the five obligatory hours my momma demanded; now I was leaving. A quiet hotel room was calling my name, since I knew I wouldn’t find peace at home for at least the next three days. I was thinking about moving out again, but my momma would have a fit.

Just as I decided to leave, a set of teeth sank into my neck. I whirled around, meeting Noah's gaze. His eyes twinkled. Noah’s eyes didn’t usually twinkle—not before Ashley. It had been two weeks since they’d met on the beach during Maine's graduation week, but according to Maine, Noah and Ashley had been spending their days together.

Whatever.

He smelled like Tom Ford and cocoa butter. Wearing a white polo shirt and khaki shorts, he was giving off preppy white-boy vibes, but he still looked good enough to make my body react. He must have just arrived at the celebration since I hadn’t seen him outside.

“You just bit me?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at his audacity.

He smirked. “Yes. I was feeling nostalgic. And you’ve been avoiding me.”

I had been avoiding him. After everything that went down at Maine graduation trip, I’d created a careful distance between us before I fucked around And hurt my own feelings.

“I wasn’t avoiding you.”

He leaned in closer, his voice turning serious. “Yes, you were. We need to talk about what happened.”

A knot twisted in my stomach. I shook my head. “It was fun, Noah. That’s all it was. And now, it’s over.”

His eyes held mine, refusing to let go. “Is it, though, Creed? Or are you just running away?”

Noah watched me, waiting for an answer, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Fine. I’ll be truthful. I can’t keep having sex with you. If one or both of us catches feelings, it’ll get messy. It’ll make our lives messy. Despite the fact that we aren’t blood-related, Maine is both of our siblings, and you’re the son of the woman who caused a worldwide scandal between my parents and sexually assaulted my dad. The moment somebody finds out about us, my parents’ fame will make sure it’s plastered all over the media. The last thing I want is to be splashed across the internet,especially with Troy and Scarlett being step-siblings. The jokes write themselves.”

Noah ran his hand across his head, looking like he was processing what I’d said.

Before I could react, he closed the gap between us. My back hit the wall next to my window, his body pressing into mine, leaving no room for denial or escape. His fingers dug into my waist.

“What if I tell you I don’t care?”

“You should,” I barely managed to whisper. I was so turned on. My breathing was a mess.

Without warning, he leaned in, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

He kissed me so vulgarly it nearly made me cum. I froze for a second, startled by my body’s reaction. Why did he feel so good to me? This was so wrong.

I stopped thinking when he slid his hand down the waistband of the biker shorts I’d worn. He pressed his thumb to my clit and gave it a stroke. It was already swollen, so the feeling was amplified. Despite knowing this would end badly, my body loved every second. Every nerve in me surged to life as he glided two fingers between my pussy lips.

I groaned as his fingers slid inside me. It felt so good. My free hand found his shoulder as began moving, in and then out. He finger fucked me while, using the palm of his hand to apply delicious pressure to my clit. I sank into the sensation, forgetting my anger and fear.

His lips left my mouth and peppered my neck with stinging bites that made my breathing hitch.

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