So Good

I groaned, not stopping myself even though I should have.

“Matthew,” she moaned against my mouth and I slammed my hands on the wall beside her head, pressing my hard cock into her belly. A hoarse groan left me when she stroked her tongue with mine.

“I need you,” she whispered against my lips.

Fuck, I needed her too.

I slid my hands down the wall, touched her shoulders, stroked her arms, and took hold of her hands. I lifted her arms up, resting the back of her hands on the wall and moving my thumbs over to the pulse points at her wrists. They beat frantically.

My cock throbbed behind my jeans. I wanted to be buried deep inside of her.

She moaned, let her head fall back against the wall, and I started kissing her throat. I thrust against her belly again, and wanted to just pull her pants down, tear her panties aside, get my dick out, and push right into her wet little body.

I didn’t stop myself from groaning against her neck.

“Fuck, baby girl.”

“Take me. Right here. Right now.”

I reached between our bodies, starting to unbutton my pants. I’d fuck her right here, right now, just like she wanted. I’d fuck her against the wall until she came all over my cock.

But the sound of the front door opening and closing had me lifting my head from the crook of her neck and looking over my shoulder.

“Ivy? Matthew?” Stephan called out. “I have good news.” I could hear him setting his things down in the foyer, but it was like everything was in slow motion. “I got a full-time job offer.”

Before I could move or put Ivy back on her feet, I watched as Stephan walked in.

He stopped in his tracks as he looked at us, as he stared at me holding his daughter up against the wall. For several seconds, the three of us didn’t speak, didn’t move, hell, didn’t even fucking breathe. We were all frozen in place.

I should have put Ivy down, but I couldn’t move. Stephan stared between us, his expression showing he didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

“Matthew,” she whispered softly.

I looked at her, saw she was scared as hell, and finally I set her down.

“Dad,” Ivy said softly, her voice telling how this affected her.

I wanted to protect her, to shield her from all of this, from the downfall that was surely about to happen.

* * *

Stephan

There was no fucking way I was seeing what was right in front of me. No fucking way Matthew had my little girl pressed up against the wall, his dick hard, what they were about to do really damn clear.

Matthew had set Ivy on the ground, but I didn’t miss how he pushed her behind him, as if to protect her from me.

I saw red, was fucking livid. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried.

I started throwing fists left and right, but Matthew just took it. He didn’t fight back, didn’t try and stop me.

The sound of Ivy’s voice couldn’t pierce the thickness of my anger. “How long have you been fucking my daughter behind my back, Matthew?” I cursed those words out. I swung out again, over and over again.

Still, Matthew took everything I gave.

Matthew grunted when I connected my fist with his mouth. I saw the way his lip split, watched as the blood welled up and then dripped down his chin.

“So instead of waiting for me to come back home to talk to me about all of this, you claiming my daughter like she’s yours was the right move?” I didn’t hold off the growl that left me. “She’s my nineteen-year-old daughter, Matthew.” I started to pace, my emotions wild and turbulent, violent.

I didn’t stop the low sound that came from me. All I fucking felt was rage.

I charged forward again and tackled Matthew to the ground. We crashed against the wall, a few pictures fell to the ground, glass shattering and the sound of Ivy crying out ringing in my head.

I glanced over at Ivy between hits, seeing that she had her hands covering her mouth as she looked on in horror. We should have stopped fighting for her sake, but all I felt was this deep burning rage filling me.

And as I slammed my hand into Matthew’s face again, my brother refused to fight, to hit me back.

“I won’t fight you, Stephan,” Matthew roared out right before I threw my fist into his gut.

That just pissed me off even more. I slammed my fist into any available inch of Matthew I could reach. All I heard was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. All I felt was the rush of blood moving through my veins.

Matthew pushed me away. “Stephan. Stop. I’m not going to fucking fight you.”

“Come on, brother. Fucking hit me back. Fight me.”