Page 41 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

He twirled his tongue against my shaft, causing me to curse, “Fuck, you suck a good dick.” I sounded breathless, my knees shaking. I was so close when a car's lights illuminated us and crept up the alley, but I didn’t dare stop him, and he didn’t seem to notice.

I sucked in air like you suck a cigarette when an SUV stopped right in front of us; the window slid down slowly. My eyes met Vince's. A dangerous glint danced in his. My dick got harder. I stared at a very angry Vince while I continued to fuck my little twink's mouth without regard. It wasn’t long before we came at the same time. He was groaning around my dick as he swallowed ropes of my cum. He set a fire in my spine that stayed there even after the euphoria from my nut wore off. I hoped he didn't nut on my brand new Jordans.

My cocksucker slid up my body off his knees. He buttoned my jeans, then zipped them, all while sucking at the spot right below my chin. The fact that someone was watching us didn’t seem to bother him at all. I grabbed his short red hair, tugged him away from my neck, and slammed my tongue into his mouth. He tasted like me and fruity alcohol. I pulled away when he purred like a cat in my mouth. “I’ll be back Saturday, four days—be here.”

Then I walked around him. I thought about heading for my car, but I knew it wouldn't get rid of Vincent that way. He’d just follow me or have his bodyguard driver cause a scene.That would upset DeMarco. He’d been keeping my secret about coming to his sex club for years. I wouldn’t ruin that.

I slid into the car without looking back.

I could see the grimace on Vinces face out of the corner of my eye. He tapped at the divider that separated us from the driver, and the SUV started moving.

“You promised you would stop coming here.”

I smirked, looking straight ahead. I could see my reflection in the black divider. My waves were on point. My beard framed my chiseled light brown face perfectly. I didn’t look like I had just been doing nasty things in an alley. “You made a lot of promises you did not keep. Without me asking for anything, might I add. Which makes it worse.”

“Look at me, Jason.”

I did, with a smirk on my face. Vince had aged into a Javier Bardem lookalike, but with dark Moreno skin, long hair, and a slim but muscular body. Wearing a white V-neck and khaki skinny-legged trousers, he looked fifteen years younger than he was.

"Everything I promised you, I’ll make good on. You just must give me time," he pleaded.

I ran my tongue across my teeth. “And if I no longer want any of the things you promised?”

His voice was monotone, and his gaze was blank, but he still managed to roll his r’s when he threatened me. “You’re playing a very dangerous game with me. You're mine.”

I laughed. “I’m not scared of you—”

His hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off my words. He brought our faces close together.

“You should be.” My breath whooshed out when he jabbed me in the ribs. I retaliated without thought, punching him in the side of the head. He let me go. I shoved him into the door, jabbing a finger in his direction. “I told you the last time you put your hands on me would be the last time." Nobody but me and Vince's husband knew he had a penchant for tussling. He had a temper and didn't like being told no, which was why he left my parents' band. They had no problem telling him no when he made ridiculous demands.

He stared at me in shock. The last time he’d actually hit me, I was twenty and scared to hit him back. I wasn’t that Jason anymore.

His face twisted with anger, his eyes big. He held his face. I knew his ear was ringing like a motherfucker. Good.

I banged at the partition. It shook under my fist. “Let me out of the car.” The driver lowered it and waited for Vince's instructions. Vince nodded, and he pulled over. I got out. I cursed as a car zoomed past me. I was standing on the side of the highway on I-4. The SUV window rolled down.

I pulled the iPhone from my pocket and threw it into the window; it hit Vince in the chest. “You can have your fucking phone.” I knew it was how he tracked me down. My everyday phone was in my pack, strapped across my chest.

Vince sneered.

“While you were getting your dick sucked, your crazy mother and father were arrested.” He yelled.

I ducked as the phone flew back out the window. The SUV took off. I walked until I was safely away from traffic to dial my mother and then my father's number, but both went to voicemail. I called Maine, wondering if that’s why she’d been calling me all day.

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone, Jason?" she went off. "Scarlett and Troy were arrested. Daddy has no bond! Your fucking friend kidnapped DJ, and we can’t find Creed; she never got on her plane, and she’s fucking my brother.” The least surprising news was about Creed and Noah. That was bound to happen. But most of my family was too self-absorbed to see it coming.

I knew I wouldn’t get anything worthwhile out of her. I hung up and dialed a number I knew by heart.

“Jason, I told you not to call me ever again,” Tempest hissed. She was always so hostile now, so different than four years ago when she let me suck every inch of her flesh until she nearly crawled out of it. She didn’t want her Top Cop husband to know that while he was off in Quantico, ignoring her, she was wetting my lap. He thought he was the only man she’d been with. I don’t understand how. Where did he think she learned the things she could do with her mouth? But that was the past. “Where is Creed? Nobody knows where she is; she didn’t make her flight.”

“Um,” she hesitated, “Noah kidnapped her, but she’s okay. I helped, and I’ve checked on her. She couldn’t have their baby alone.”

“Noah did what?” I yelled.

Then the rest of what she said sunk in. “Baby?” I yelled louder.

Creed-

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