Page 60 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

He pulled me into a hug. "Let's get away for a while, just the two of us," he whispered. "Somewhere peaceful, where you can heal. I know the perfect place."

Two hours later, I woke up on a plane. I blinked, disoriented, and found Noah lying in the bed beside me, his eyes watching me with quiet intensity. He smiled when he saw I was awake, reaching out to smooth my hair behind my ear.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, feeling the heat of his gaze.

“Because you’re beautiful, and you’re mine.” He pressed a tender kiss to my nose, making my heart flutter.

Then he pulled out a small velvet box and opened it to reveal a necklace with a delicate diamond pendant. "It’s made from a strand of Maine's hair," he said softly.

“Noah… this is the most thoughtful gift.” My voice broke as I placed soft kisses on his face.

He carefully fastened the necklace around my neck, his fingers lingering on the clasp. "I wanted you to have a part of Maine with you, always."

I pulled him closer, letting my lips trace over his face, starting gentle but turning hungry, greedy, until I was tugging at him, silently begging for more. "Ohhh, please…” I whispered, a soft whine escaping, fingers clutching his arms, digging nails into his skin. He finally shifted over me, filling the space I’d left open for him, and my thighs parted instinctively, giving him all the access he needed. “Noah, please.”

He teased me, gliding his hard length between the folds of my wetness, just enough to make my breath hitch.

“Creed…” he breathed, hovering over me before bending his head to drag his tongue over and between my breasts. He circled his tongue over my right nipple, and it felt so good that a tiny moan slipped from between my pursed lips. He grazed his teeth over my collarbone while still rocking against me.

I was nearly delirious. He nipped at my bottom lip while his big hands massaged my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh. “Tell me you love me, Creed.”

“I love you,” I whispered. It was true, but at that moment, I would have said anything he wanted me to.

"Open your eyes and tell me."

I hadn’t realized they were closed. I shook my head, struggling to comply. “Please, just fuck me.”

“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you need.” His hand slipped between us, and he pressed himself to my opening,poised, holding himself back until I met his eyes. “Tell me,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” I nearly yelled.

With a smirk curving his lips, he finally started to sink into me. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist, but I couldn’t because of my stomach; I settled for gripping his ass, pulling him deeper. He groaned from the back of his throat. “So fucking wet.” He ground his hips into me, repeatedly brushing against my overly sensitive clit. His mouth was on me, his hands everywhere, as if he wanted to worship me and devour me at the same time. His thrusts were precise, hitting their mark over and over. My breath got stuck in my lungs, and his kisses made it even harder to breathe. Our noses brushed up against each other's as our lips and bodies moved together, chasing ecstasy.

Finally, Noah sucked in a deep breath and groaned. My body shuddered, clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He held me through it, rocking into me, spilling into me draining us both. When Noah’s breathing returned to normal, he pulled out of me and shifted us so I lay with my back to his chest. He pulled me close, peppering kisses along the nape of my neck. “I love you, Creed, and everything will be alright."

I heard him, but I was so tired. My eyes felt too heavy to keep open. I wanted to tell him I believed him, but I couldn’t. I let sleep take me.

Hours later, I woke up in the back of an SUV, fully dressed in jeans, a sweater, and a thick wool coat. Blinking, I sat up and saw nothing but snow stretching as far as the eye could see outside the windows.

I looked over to find Noah reading through papers. “How long was I asleep? Where are we?” My voice was a hoarse whisper.

“Twelve hours. You slept through everything but sex,” he chuckled, looking at me with that soft expression he reserved just for me. “We’re in Valdez, Alaska.”

“Alaska?” I said, confusion knitting my brows. “Why?”

He folded the papers carefully, like they were something precious. "This is why I let my grandparents stay with us. I needed them away from their office and home so I could gain access to their records and figure out their angle. Going through paperwork, I found an unopened bill—one from almost fifteen years ago. It was from an accounting firm that’ is still paying the bills for a house my father bought here before he died. Car note, electricity, water—the whole nine yards."

I frowned, trying to understand. “Who do you think is living here?”

He shrugged. "I don’t know, but we’re about to find out." Just then, the SUV came to a stop. Another car pulled up behind us, and I glanced back to see four men climbing out.

“And who are they?”

“Security,” he said, giving me a look. “You don’t think I’d come and bring my pregnant wife to a strange house in the middle of nowhere without protection, do you?”

I shook my head, still trying to process it all. Noah reached for my hand, his grip warm and reassuring. “Ready?” he asked.

I nodded, swallowing the knot of anxiety that had formed in my throat. Together, we stepped out of the SUV. The frigid air bit at my skin, and I pulled my coat tight around me.

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