The Stepbrother 2: Noah

Noah-

Sunlight poured through the living room curtains, but it didn’t do much to lift the heavy atmosphere hanging over us.

The room was silent, everyone avoiding Creed.

The looks she was giving said everything—she was still furious, barely holding herself together for her mother’s sake.

I stayed off to the side, trying to ignore Ashley’s insistent questions. She kept trying to piece together what had happened earlier between Creed.

Part of me wished I’d never gotten involved with Ashley.

After Creed left, I’d convinced myself that what I wanted with her—was impossible.

Ashley felt safe.

Normal. I’d thought that was enough to replace Creed. But lately, Ashley’s toxic positivity, and her tendency to follow Maine around like a shadow… it grated on me in ways I could not put into words.

My mind was stuck on what Creed had said earlier.

She now had me imagining her belly, round with my child.

I knew I shouldn’t even let myself think that, but I couldn’t shake it.

Suddenly, the door banged open.

Scarlett walked in, and the room snapped to attention.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her expression strained, and Troy hovered right behind her, ready to catch her if she fell apart.

We’d all been waiting for her, desperate for any news. Her voice was shaky, but she was doing her best to sound strong.

“My mother’s had a heart attack.

It’s serious,”

she said, pausing to compose herself.

“She’s in a coma, but the doctors say she’s strong, and she has a good chance to pull through.”

Scarlett’s gaze swept over the room, heavy and tired.

“I know after everything that’s happened, you’d all rather be anywhere else, but I need you here—yes, even you, Devon.” Her eyes lingered on him, making sure he knew he wasn’t off the hook.

“DJ needs a father, and he needs his entire family on his side.”

Finally, her eyes landed on Creed, who stood stiff and unreadable in the corner.

“We need to stick together, Creed.”

For a moment, I thought Creed was going to respond, maybe explode with everything she’d been holding back, but she just clenched her jaw and looked away.

Her anger was understandable.

We’d kept a huge secret from her, something that affected her entire life.

I’d meant to tell her, hand to God, but after she ignored what felt like my thousandth call, I’d given up.

A part of me had thought, "Fine. Let her find out on her own." But I never thought she’d actually get engaged to Devon. My eyes drifted down to the ring on her finger.

She hadn’t taken it off.

I didn’t even want to explain to myself why that bothered me.

“Creed, honey,”

Scarlett said, “I think you should stay in the guest house for a bit.

Give yourself some space.

Devon, you can take the basement.”

Creed just nodded, her face blank.

Scarlett turned to me.

“Noah, can you help her move her bags out there? I need to shower, take a quick nap, and get back to the hospital.”

Devon stood up from the sofa, looking like he wanted to step in.

“I can do it,”

he volunteered.

Every glare in the room became fixed on him.

His shoulders sagged, and, he eased himself back down, without another word.

“I got it,”

I said, grabbing Creed’s Hello Kitty suitcases from the corner.

She’d had the same ones since she was ten.

Creed led the way out, both of us silent, but I could feel the tension radiating from her.

As soon as we got into the guest house and I clicked the door shut, she was on me, mouth hard, hands rough.

She gripped my face like she was trying to mark me, fingers digging in skin, her tongue forcing its way between my lips.

The kiss was all teeth and anger.

I barely had a second to catch my breath before she yanked my zipper down, her hand sliding into my boxers.

I pulled back, breathing hard.

“Creed, you’re not in your right mind.

Let’s just focus on what’s happening with your grandmother, and then we can figure out...whatever this is.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing,”

she said, her eyes hard.

“I’m ovulating.

I’m going to get pregnant, then get the hell away from all you lying motherfuckers.

My grandmother won’t be affected by what we do.”

“Do you even hear yourself?”

I asked, frowning.

“Yes,”

she replied, reaching for me again.

I sidestepped, raising my hands.

“Creed, I’m with Ashley now.”

She gave me a cold smirk.

“I don’t give a damn, just like she didn’t give a damn about my relationship.

And you didn’t either.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

“I’m sorry, Creed.

I wanted to tell you.

But maybe if you’d answered my calls once, I could have. But I’m not playing this game.”

Her finger drove in my chest.

“You will, or I’ll go out there and tell everyone exactly what we were doing all summer during Maine’s graduation.”

I dragged my palm over my mouth, shaking my head.

“You’d do that? Now? With everything that’s going on?”

“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 how hard 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.