Page 40 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

"Momma, wake up," I whispered urgently. Tiffany turned over, her bloodshot eyes staring blankly at me. She smelled like weed and bourbon. Jason had given me until the end of the month to get her out, but now, completely sober and freshly showered, I was scared. I didn't want Troy or Scarlett to find out she was here. Now that they were back together, they could easily drop by to pick up DJ or something for him and see her here. Then I'd be screwed, because Scarlett did whatever Daddy said, and Daddy would cut me off if he found me associating with Tiffany. I didn't know what they wanted from me, why couldn't I speak with the woman who gave birth to me?

"I told you not to call me that," she snapped.

I rolled my eyes. "What, Momma? You are my mother, though."

I left out the fact that she didn't have a problem with Noah calling her "mother."

"What do you want, Maine?" she asked, ignoring my question.

"I need you to get up and pack so I can take you to a hotel. Jason doesn't want you here."

"I'll go later, Maine. Just let me sleep." She waved me off and turned away, burying her head in the couch pillow.

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my emotions in check. "Momma, I can't let you stay here."

I was met with her light snore. Fuck, I wanted to scream. I knew I should have left her where she was. I hadn't seen her in years before Creed called her out of spite. I had been talking to her, though. She'd call when she wanted something. Everybody actedas if I was supposed to hate her for abandoning me, but I didn't know how to hate her. Deep down, I understood the choices she made, the predicaments she found herself in. Despite it all, she was still my mother, the woman who carried me, who brought me into this world. How could I simply shut her out?

Running my trembling fingers through my hair, I gave her one more glare before leaving the house. I would make sure to move her as soon as she woke up and got herself together.

My phone rang just as I clicked the door shut. "Devon's" name flashed across the screen, and I couldn't help but smile. Now that he and Creed weren't together anymore, he'd been calling more often. He'd even sent over papers for me to sign. We would be sharing joint custody. He sent a twenty-thousand-dollar check for child support. I could feel it in my bones that we would end up a family. Devon just needed to let go of some of his hang-ups about what a family looked like. They didn't all have to be the same skin color or race.

"Hello," I sounded too cheerful to my own ears and cringed.

"I'm only calling you because they're DJ's grandparents, but your father attacked me when I picked up DJ and told them he would be living in Atlanta with me."

My heart fell to my stomach. "What do you mean he'll be living with you? I never agreed to that."

"Yes, you did, Maine. You gave me full custody after I wrote you a check."

I shook my head as if he could see me. "That's not what you told me." He had lied.

"You should have read the papers, Maine, and they'll stand up in court. I can't have my son living in an unfit environment. Youparty every night, leaving him with your parents who fight all the time, and now your sisters and brother are having an incest baby."

"What?" I shouted. "Jason and Creed are not involved in incest."

"I'm talking about Creed and Noah," he said.

"They're not involved, and they're not brother and sister. Why would you even say something like that?" He was calling me unfit but making up stories.

"He told me right to my face that the baby she's pregnant with is his."

I paused to think. "Could they be?" I ran all the times they'd been together in my presence through my memory. "Oh my fucking god." It was true. The looks. The touches. I thought Noah liked Creed since he was about eighteen, but he wouldn't admit it.

"Tell your parents to have their lawyer speak to mine about visitation." He hung up the phone, leaving me numb. Creed had messed up everything. She had a perfect momma. Our daddy liked her better, and now she was using my brother to get under my skin because her man didn't want her.

I stood there. My mind raced, trying to process everything that had just transpired. My entire family was falling apart, and it was Creed’s fault. I knew now I had to make everybody see how awful she'd become. Starting by letting everybody know how she was using Noah. Noah didn't have the best mental judgment when it came to women. He'd become fixated with them to his own detriment. I tried to rectify that by hooking him up with Ashley. She was perfect for him, but he ruined that, had her scared of him. I raised my phone to call Jason. He needed to know what his sister was doing.

Jason-

I liked it when they gagged and didn’t stop. It showed commitment. The way they kept going even when they could barely breathe, their eyes watering and their throat tightening. It told me they wanted it, wanted to please, wanted to push themselves just a little further. It was the way they looked up at me, eyes wide and desperate, that made me feel like I had them in the palm of my hand.

The alley was dark, barely lit by a single, flickering streetlight. The sounds of the city—cars passing, distant shouts—echoed around us, but all I could focus on was the warm, wet mouth wrapped around me, the soft gagging sounds as he took me deeper.

I could smell rain in the air. It was even stronger than the smell of rotting food coming from the dumpster we stood near.

A car passed, illuminating the alleyway behind the club, giving me a glimpse of the twink on his knees in front of me. Deep-set blue eyes and a soft face stared back at me. I usually preferred the older, alpha types. I liked to see them squirm underneath me. There was something about reducing a powerful, masculine-presenting man to whimpers that fed a dark part of me.

This one was too pretty. I pulled my dick from his mouth and slapped it against his face, smearing precum and his saliva on his skin, feeling an urge to dirty his beauty. He moaned, then knocked my hand away and slid me back into his mouth, relaxing his jaw. I slipped into the back of his throat with no buildup, no ease. His mouth was so wet. I grabbed his hair, pushing him down further. He gagged again and placed his hands against my legs, bracing himself before he started moving,up and down. He pulled my dick out, spat on it, then swallowed me whole again. Wax on, wax off. Chills crept up my spine. I could feel his hand moving against my leg as he jacked his own dick to the same rhythm he sucked mine. I wondered what he tasted like. His hair had smelled like strawberries when we danced.

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