The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

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Arielle's PoV

"You're a life saver." Noah chuckled, as he sat himself in the passenger seat.
"I know." I smirked, looking at him.
Before he strapped himself in, He leant over the gear stick and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I smiled, pulling back, scared that someone might see us.
"How was work?" I asked, pushing down the handbrake and starting the journey home.
"Boring." He groaned, plugging in his seatbelt.
"Some guy came in earlier, demanding that we make his drink like Starbucks. I was like, we're not Starbucks mate, if you want one, there's one down the fucking road. He got so verbally abusive towards us." He shook his head.
"Jeez, dude needs to take a chill pill." I laughed.
"Tell me about it." He rolled his eyes, looking out of the window.
"How's your day been?" He turned to me.
"Alright, Thanks." I shrugged my shoulders. Not much really happened. I just went shopping with my dad and FaceTimed Jason the rest of the day.
"Must have sucked without me there." He smirked.
"Debatable." I giggled, indicating right at a junction.

There rest of the way home was silent. It wasn't uncomfortable, it felt nice.

Once we arrived home, I got cracking on with the painting. Four walls shouldn't take me too long, right? Hell, I'll probably be here all night.
"Need some help?" A voice spoke from behind me. I jumped, pulling the paint brush away from the wall and turning around to see Noah. He was shirtless, dressed in some knee length male shorts.
"Please." I nodded my head.
Before I knew it, the two of us were painting away, chatting about nonsense.
"You want to carry on with the 21 questions game?" Noah asked. I turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow, shrugging my shoulders.
"Sure." I laughed slightly.
"So why do you like painting so much?" He asked. I was guessing that it was his question.
"It's relaxing and I love the smell of it." I chuckled. I'm sure the smell of it was very bad for you but my god, paint was one of my favourite smells, that and petrol. Mmmm...
"The smell gives me a headache after a little while." Noah responded.
"Sucks to be you." I smirked.
"Your turn." He flicked a little paint in my direction, it landing on my shirt. Good job I'm wearing old clothes.
"Hey!" I gasped.
"Sucks to be you." He mocked my words, a playful grin spread across his facial features. I quickly stepped forward, taking my paintbrush and painting a streak of grey paint down his bare torso.
"That's cold!" He jumped back.
"Pussy." I giggled, turning back to the wall and painting.
"Anyway..." I started.
"What inscription do you want on your gravestone?" I asked.
"Are you going to kill me, Arielle?" He asked, a laugh escaping his lips.
"Hey! Don't underestimate me. I have seen every episode of CSI, Law and Order and NCIS. I can kill you in 20 different ways and make it look like bambi did it. Don't irritate me, ok?" I waved my paint brush around as I spoke, ending up splattering more paint up Noah's body and face.
"Dang Girl." He laughed, swiping the paint on his face. He ended up smearing it all over it, making it look ten times worse.
"Id probably get something funny like 'he loved cake. Oh and his wife and kids too' in small writing underneath." He laughed.
"You reckon you're going to have a wife and kids?" I asked.
"Hopefully, someday." He nodded his head.
"What about you?" He asked.
"Probably not a wife but definitely a husband and maybe kids." I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know if I wanted to have kids. It's never really bothered me. I mean, I'd love to have some so I can be like 'I made that' but then again, I think of how painful it'll be.
"Fair enough." He chuckled.

After a few more questions, we had somehow ended up having a paint fight. Noah started it so of course I was going to finish it.
"You little shit." I laughed, dipping my brush in the paint bucket, flicking it at him.
"Think you can beat me, Love?" He asked, tossing his paint brush down to the covered floor before dunking his hands in the paint. I gasped, knowing exactly what he was going to do.
Before I knew it, his hands went all over my face, the coldness of the paint sending chills down my back.
"Noah!" I squealed. He laughed, me frowning. He asked for this. I, too, dipped my hands into the paint, smearing them all over his chest.
Noah grabbed my hands, pushing me backwards until my back came in contact with one of the non-painted walls.

My laughter soon faded when I saw the look in his eyes. It was captivating. One that was full of lust and desire. He lifted my hands up, pinning them up above my head before pressing his lips against my own. I wanted to free my hands so I could place them in his hair but it was impossible to get them out of his grip. Boy, he was strong.
His kisses were like fire. It was something I had never experienced before and I loved every second. What is this boy doing to me?
I let out a small moan as his tongue dipped into my mouth, fighting for dominance with my own. In the end, I gave in and let him win, our kiss suddenly turning sloppy.
Before I knew it, he had set my hands free, his rushing to my hips, gripping at them tightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck.
We didn't care about all of the paint that covered us. All we cared about was the kiss and how good it felt.

Noah's Hands slowly lowered down to my bum and to the backs of my thighs.
"Jump." He mumbled into the kiss. Was he sure about this? I mean, he seemed strong enough to hold me up so I jumped, him catching me and allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He still had me pinned up against the wall, this time is lips were attacking my neck, sucking and leaving his marks. Let's hope no one spots them out...
I moaned, tilting my head back and giving him more access.
"Noah." I breathed out.
Suddenly, the sound of the front door closing was heard.
"I'm home!" My Dad shouted up the stairs. I jumped down from Noah's grip, him quickly pulling away from me and rushing back over to the pot of paint.

I took a moment to re-stabilise myself before grabbing the paint brush and painting the wall away from Noah.
Soon enough, there was a knock on my bedroom door. I gulped, looking at Noah who was attempting to focus on the wall.
"Come in." I spoke.
My dad soon opened up the door, his eyes widening as he realised Noah was shirtless in my room, paint covered all over him and helping me paint.
"Hi." I smiled innocently.
"You're painting... together?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"You said we need to start getting along, this is just step one." I shrugged my shoulders. Play it cool, Arielle.
"Good." My Dad nodded his head.
"I'm going to start on dinner soon. You should clean yourselves up and head down in a bit." He looked between the two of us.
"Sure." I licked my lips, tasting Noah on them.

My dad soon left the room, I turned to Noah who was already looking at me.
"This is for almost getting us caught." He flicked paint at me, splattering it up the wall behind me.
"Hey! You started that." I whispered, flicking some back at him.