The Stepbrother 2: Noah

Creed-

Noah had me sitting between his spread legs, my back to his sweat-slicked chest.

He was using two thick fingers, tracing slow, deliberate circles around my clit while his free hand played with my titties.

This was too much, I thought as I coasted into another orgasm.

A breathless “Oh…”

escaped my lips.

“I’m cumming,”

I panted, my legs shaking.

His fingers sped up.

“Baby, thank you for cumming for me again,”

he praised, talking me through my orgasm.

Ooh, it was really too fucking much.

I wanted to bite his ass.

My eyes were heavy as hell.

For over an hour, he’d been wringing orgasm after orgasm from me.

He had made me cum more than five times, each climax more intense than the last, and it seemed like he thought he was owed five more.

This was the consequence of me joking and saying our marriage could be annulled if we didn’t consummate it. I didn’t know if it was true or not. I was just taunting him. He got all red and angry. I wish I hadn’t said it because now he was relentless, and I just wanted to curl up and sleep.

My entire body went slack in his arms.

Once I composed myself, I knocked his hand away from my pussy.

“Noah?”

My voice was a tired whisper, but he heard me.

“Hm?”

His fingers traced idle patterns on my skin, covering me in my own cum.

I tilted my head back to look at him, meeting his gaze.

“I get the point.

I think we’ve… consummated enough?”

Kissing the top of my head, he chuckled, “Nope. My turn.”

He grabbed and flipped me onto my stomach so fast I didn’t have time to even gasp.

He pulled me to my knees, my head smashed into the mattress.

He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it free of the ponytail, then grabbed a handful, wrapping it around his fist, snapping my head back, before he slammed his dick into my drenched pussy.

My breasts slid against the Egyptian cotton sheets as he fucked me hard and fast.

He was ready to cum.

“Would you call our marriage consummated now, wife?”

“Yes!”

I whimpered.

He started moving, rolling his hips.

Skin slapping against skin.

He was so deep in me.

I neck strained and my pussy clenched around him. It wasn’t long before his dick throbbed, swelled. We came together. I smothered his dick with all my creaminess, him pumping his cum into me.

Breathing heavily and glistening with sweat, I fell forward onto the bed.

Noah pulled himself from inside me.

He leaned forward, tapping me on my ass.

“Nope, wake up.

There’s no rest for the wicked. Your doctor's appointment is in an hour.”

My eyes flew open.

“There’s no way I'm going to a gynecologist after what we just did.”

The bed shifted when he got up.

“Yes, you are.

You’ve had several spikes in your blood pressure.

Remember, when your blood pressure is high, so is the baby's.”

Since that day in the office, Noah had been monitoring my blood pressure and sugar.

I had a telehealth appointment with a friend of his who was a gynecologist in metro Atlanta, but when I found out by "friend" he meant an old fuck buddy, he got her to recommend us a new doctor.

I was not about to have her comparing our coochies.

“Shit,”

I cursed.

He was right.

I was about to go see my gynecologist with a swollen, leaking vagina.

“Maybe I can get them to reschedule the vaginal exam for another day.”

Noah laughed as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Exactly an hour later, we were sitting in the doctor’s office, wearing matching sweatsuits and Nike slides.

Noah had picked out our clothes.

He loved the corny shit, which was why mine had “wife”

spray painted on the back and his had “husband.”

I went along because it wasn’t too much to ask.

Noah was staring dumbfounded at the pictures of the two gynecologists who owned the practice.

“Looks better than Idris Elba,”

I heard him mumble.

One of the ladies in the small, stark white waiting area with us chuckled.

He turned to look at me.

“So one of them is supposed to play in your vagina?”

he asked a little too loudly.

I dropped my head, avoiding the eyes of the two other women and the receptionist, who I was sure heard him.

“Stop it,”

I hissed under my breath.

“Fine,”

he said back, sounding normal.

I thought he was going to behave normally too until he got up and walked over to the receptionist.

“Do they have a female doctor they can refer my wife to?”

“You can ask Dr.

Solaris that when you get back there,”

the pretty dark-skinned receptionist said politely, a small smile curving her lips.

She was too amused for me.

All I could do was shake my head.

“Creed Washington.”

An older Black woman called my name from an open door.

It was the first time someone had called me by my new name.

I involuntarily cringed at the fact I shared it with Tiffany.

It was even more ridiculous that I was married to and having a baby with her son.

Scarlett was outraged about the marriage part, especially after being arrested for dragging Tiffany.

She had no bail because she’d shown her ass in front of all types of law enforcement—bailiffs, guards, the sheriff, Pinellas County police, Largo police, probation officers.

And she wasn’t ashamed.

She even bowed and sang "Whoop That Trick" as men in the jail cheered her on from the yard. She spent an entire week in jail, waiting for a judge. Somehow she still managed to send me a hundred or so voicemails screaming at me. I’d only listened to a few before I got the gist and deleted them.

The thing is, I don’t think Momma was mad at me for marrying Noah, but more so angry that Noah was attached to Tiffany, which meant I had cemented Tiffany’s permanency in our family.

But the gag was, at this point, I wasn’t even sure if I was going to deal with my parents, let alone Noah’s crazy-ass momma, ever again.

I got up and followed the nurse back to the room.

Noah was right behind me.

The nurse told me to get undressed and handed me a paper gown.

Noah opened his mouth to say something.

“Don’t you dare,”

I growled under my breath.

I was already dreading having to show a doctor my beaten-up vagina.

I think his ass did it on purpose.

Noah slammed his mouth shut as I got undressed.

He stared at me the entire time with the goofy grin he only has for me.

A knock on the door signaled the doctor’s arrival.

Noah was by my side as I lay on the examination table.

When the door opened, revealing the doctor, I had to exhale.

His picture in the lobby hadn’t done him justice, because damn, he was fine.

I’m talking tall, dark, and handsome, like Idris Elba and Trevante Rhodes had a baby.

Dark-god fine.

“Breathe like that again and I'll embarrass you,”

Noah threatened.

He was always with the threats to embarrass me.

The Dr.

spoke, introducing himself.

“It’s nice to meet you, Dr.

Solaris.

That accent doesn’t sound like it’s from Atlanta,”

I remarked, purposely trying to push Noah’s buttons.

The doctor chuckled.

“No, I’m originally from Barbados but moved here when I was young.

The accent just stuck.”

He let go of my hand before turning to wash his and put on gloves.

“You’re not from Atlanta with that accent,”

Noah mocked me, leaning so he could whisper in my ear.

I cut my eyes at him.

The rest of the appointment he behaved.

I was about eight weeks along, and my blood pressure was normal.

We left the office with Noah bitching.

“I’m serious, you’re getting another doctor.

He was down there too long, probably smelling it,”

he said as we stepped out of the doctor’s office.

I didn’t get to respond to Noah’s nonsense.

Then I knew my mind had to be playing tricks on me.

I saw Devon, my ex, my nephew’s father, the man I had been engaged to less than four months ago, standing too close to his very pregnant, supposedly best friend Maria.

Devon leaned in, kissing her forehead.

Then I heard him say, “I love you. I'll be right back after picking up DJ. Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. I’m sorry times got mixed up,”

he said, his voice filled with a warmth I had never heard.

Realization crashed into me like a tidal wave—Devon and Maria.

All the late nights at their law office.

Sometimes I’d catch Maria looking at me like I stole something from her.

I guess I had.

“I can’t believe this fucking shit!”

The words erupted from me, startling them both.

The way Devon’s face went white should have been impossible.

Maria’s face crumpled.

“Creed, it’s not what it seems—" she started, her mousy voice carrying.

Everything about Maria was mousy.

She was tiny but curvy, with a plain face. A white Cuban, Devon met her in freshman year. She was not his type, so I never thought they’d be messing around behind my back. I guess I was wrong.

I was beyond listening.

“It’s exactly what it looks like.

He was fucking with you and my sister.

Had a whole son I didn’t know was his, and you’re good and pregnant.”

I paused to look at her finger.

“And you’re wearing the ring he bought me.”

Devon had yet to talk.

My eyes moved to him.

“Did you buy two of the same rings or give her mine after I gave it back?”

“It’s like she said.

It’s not what it looks like,”

he said plainly, though I could see the gears in his head working, trying to come up with a lie to explain the pregnant woman away.

I chuckled, though the situation was messed up.

“It’s exactly what it seems.”

I shook my head.

“You called my family immoral and a bad example, but here you are with not one but two baby mamas, not a single wedding, and lying to me right to my face.

Then, on some vendetta crap, you came and took my nephew from my sister.”

I pointed my finger in his direction.

“You need to look in the mirror, Devon.

You’re a whole cliché wrapped in an expensive suit, hiding behind respectability and a law degree.

And you two are fired.”

I had hired them to handle the artist contracts for Compton Ave.

Fresh out of law school, they hadn’t done much work before that, but Devon had rich parents to fall back on, so it probably wouldn’t hurt him as much as Maria, who sent money back to Florida for her parents.

Still, I guess Devon could beg his parents to support both of them.

Maria grabbed her stomach and started crying, shoving Devon away when he tried to comfort her.

A part of me enjoyed watching that.

“When I’m done with your dirty-dick ass, you won’t have enough money to keep DJ.

I’m throwing dirt on your name to every company I know, to everybody I know,”

I said, practically hysterical.

Noah stepped in.

“That’s enough, Creed.

Let’s go.”

He wrapped an arm around my wrist and nearly dragged me to the car.

I was still cursing as he drove off.

I noticed Noah wasn’t saying anything, and his grip on the steering wheel was tight.

I let him have his silence.

There were all kinds of emotions raging in me, and I needed to process them too.

As we pulled into the driveway, I finally asked, “Noah, why are you so upset?”

“Why does it matter to you who Devon got pregnant?”

He wouldn’t look at me.

I gawked at him.

“Did you see her? She is almost ready to pop.

That means he was fucking with her during our relationship.

I’m not supposed to be mad?”

He banged his hand against the steering wheel.

“You’re supposed to be mad, not furious, threatening to ruin him.

I asked you if you loved that guy, and you shouldn’t have lied, Creed.”

He opened the car door and got out, slamming it.

I got out right behind him.

“You’re nuts.

I didn’t love him like I love you.

I cared, but there was no love.”

“Whatever, Creed.

You...

you wouldn’t have reacted that way if you didn’t love him.”

He said without turning around.

He left the front door to my three-story ranch-style home open, and I was standing outside.

Did I love Devon? I didn’t think I did.

Noah had me feeling confused. I didn’t think I loved him. There weren’t any warm and tingly feelings when I thought about him like there were when I thought about Noah.

I made my way into the house.

I could hear Noah upstairs, grumbling to himself.

He was in the closet, pulling his clothes from the hangers when I made it to the master bedroom.

I scoffed.

“So you’re leaving now?”

My heart was racing at the thought.

It was supposed to be me and him against the world.

No matter how much I tried to deny it, I wanted Noah with me.

I wanted to raise our child together.

He turned to glare at me.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? No, I’m not leaving.

I’m moving downstairs to the basement, with all my guns.

Devon or that doctor better not show up here, or I’ll use them.”

His face was red, and he was sweating as he went back to throwing clothes out of the closet.

I stood there, staring at him until he plopped down on the chair in his closet.

I had forgotten who I was dealing with.

Noah had told me he had been diagnosed with anxiety and Reactive Attachment Disorder.

I left the room, went into the bathroom, and opened the bathroom sink drawer, pulling out his medication before returning to the room to retrieve my phone. I went back downstairs, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, then dialed a number I had recently saved.

“Hello, Dr.

Carlisle,”

I spoke when she answered.

“This is Creed, Noah Washington’s wife.

Noah is a little stressed out, and I think he could benefit from a session.”

I pressed the speaker button on the phone and handed it to him, the water and his meds.

Then I leaned down, forcefully spread his legs, and sat down between them to start folding the clothes that were in reach.

His therapist was speaking when he gripped a handful of my wild hair, pulled my head back, and pressed a kiss to my lips.

I mouthed, "I love you," and got my goofy smile in return.

I made a mental note: Don’t trigger the crazy man.

I would call my daddy and tell him about Devon when Noah wasn’t around.

Maybe his lawyer could use what I’d just found out against him, but otherwise, fuck him.

I did not want Noah to think Devon meant something when he had been a non-factor from nearly the beginning.