Page 22 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

“Yes,” she nodded, her eyes wild. “I damn near hate all of you. And if you push me, I’ll make sure you hate each other too.”

Then she dropped to her knees, reaching into my boxers. My resolve shattered. She was blackmailing me, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. As she took me in her mouth, I tried to disconnect, tried to stay detached, but the way she worked me, the flick of her tongue—it was impossible.

“Tell me when you’re about to come,” she murmured before taking me deep again. She worked me until I was right on the edge, then pulled back just as I was about to lose it. Before I knew it, she was straddling me, sliding down onto me, taking me in. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she started moving, hard and fast, grinding down with every thrust. She was using me, and I was letting her.

I bit back a groan as she rode me, her breaths coming short and sharp, eyes locked on mine like she was daring me to look away. The heat, the tightness was too much. I gripped her hips, holding her close as I came hard inside her.

A knock on the door jolted us both back to reality. Ashley’s voice called out, “Hello?”

Creed clamped her hand over my mouth, her other hand still on my chest. I tried to move, tried to push her off, but she just kept grinding, her body trembling as she found her own release. The look on her face was everything, but I forced myself to stand as soon as she moved.

Standing and stepping back, she adjusted her skirt like nothing happened then walked into her room.

I went to wash the smell of her pussy off my hands and dick in the kitchen sink, trying to clear my head. Then I fixed my clothes. Ashley’s voice called out again, snapping me out of the daze I was in.

When I opened the door, I stepped outside, blocking her view of the room.

“What took you so long?” Ashley asked, eyes narrowing.

I forced a calm expression. “I was just helping her move a few things.”

She eyed me suspiciously, clearly not buying it. Taking her by the shoulders, I gently guided her away from the guest house.

“You were probably indulging her in one of her tantrums,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Maine said she’d try to get everyone on her side, make everyone hate her.”

“Nobody’s taking sides, Ashley. We all know Maine was wrong. She needs to apologize to Creed.”

Ashley’s face twisted in frustration. “For what? Devon and Maine were together first.”

I felt my patience snap. “Together in her head,” I replied, voice sharp.

Ashley pulled away from me, her arms crossing defensively. “Unbelievable. You’re already taking her side.”

“Ashley, Maine told me herself that Devon turned her down. Devon told us all she begged him. Creed didn’t know. They both hurt her, not the other way around.”

Ashley huffed, crossing her arms tighter. “And what about Maine? She’s your sister, your real sister. Do you know howhard it’s been for her, watching Creed and Devon together? She’s been hurting too.”

I took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. “Ashley, this isn’t your fight. Even if Maine says it is, it isn’t. Creed’s grandmother is in the hospital. Help with that or leave.”

She looked shocked, but I didn’t care. She opened her mouth, as if to argue, but I was done.

“ Just stop meddling.” With that, I turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, stunned.

Creed-

"You're forcing the man to be your sperm donor, just like his momma did with your daddy. That’s very fucking ironic."

Tempest threw her head back in laughter, and I instinctively leaned away from her. Some Black folks liked to playfully hit you when they laughed, but Tempest's heavy-handed ass was extra with it. Had my ass wanting to hit her back for real.

After an awkward family breakfast at my parents'—which my momma insisted on having—I had left their house. The mixture of sorrow for my granny and the fucked-up amount of tension between all of us made the house feel suffocating, even the guest house.

We were sitting in the living room of Tempest's condo on Clearwater Beach. Her legs were propped up on the table, her swollen feet resting uneasily. The way they looked like they were about to burst, and the way her nose had spread, had me reconsidering pregnancy. She was still beautiful, though, even if she looked like she was in pain.

I frowned momentarily before quickly straightening my expression. "I don’t even think he sees the irony. He’ll get it eventually. Hopefully, I'll be pregnant and back in Atlanta by then."

She made a face. "Are you sure this is what you want to do, though?"

Was that really what I wanted?

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