On a moan, she went up on her toes, letting my cock press against the juncture of her thighs, getting a shudder from her and a growling noise from deep in my chest.
My hands would have gone down, would have sank into her ass, ripped down her pants, pulled her off her feet, pressed her against the wall, and I would slammed inside her.
If my brother didn't decide that along with butting his head back into family business, he also wanted to be a cock-block.
"Everything alright down there?" he called, making both of us freeze for a second before Romy's hands moved from my shoulders, planted on my chest, and shoved me back a foot. "I heard some yelling," Matteo added.
"Everything is fine," I growled up at him, turning away from Romy because the way she was breathing heavy, the faraway, soft look in her eyes, and the way her lips were swollen from mine made me want to tell my brother to fuck off so we could finish what we had started.
"Think I need confirmation from Romy on that too."
"What do you think I fucking killed her?" I snapped, walking around to the bottom of the stairs to look up at my brother.
"Seeing as I've never seen you in this bad a mood, I gotta wonder what you're capable of right now," he told me, never one to mince words.
"I'm fine," Romy insisted, moving up beside me, careful not to even brush my shoulder as she started up the stairs. "Your brother just got a little carried away with an asinine theory," she added, moving past Matteo.
We both stood there in silence at the opposite ends of the stairs, listening to Romy tell Lucky she was tired, and was going to bed early, then close her bedroom door.
Only then did I start upward, finding myself blocked by my brother.
"You know that this is a bad idea, right?" he asked, shaking his head. "No way this ends well."
"Are you giving me woman advice? You, of all people?"
"Actually, I was talking about work. But you just confirmed a suspicion Lucky and I have had all day too, you dick," he added, smirking as he moved out of my way. "He can have any girl in town," Matteo declared as we moved into the kitchen where Lucky was brewing a new pot of coffee. "And he has to pick this one."
"Maybe it's a proximity thing," Lucky suggested. "Kind of like businessmen going for their secretaries. They're there all those long nights when the mood strikes..."
"I'm standing right fucking here," I grumbled, wondering if anyone had made a liquor run yet. If not, that was on somebody's next to-do list.
"I don't know. I think it might be a damsel in distress kind of thing," Matteo decided.
"Have you met Romy? She's not in distress," I objected.
"But not a full-on damsel in distress," Lucky piped in, ignoring me completely. "Not clingy and needy and can't do shit for herself. That gets old fast. But someone who needs him in some small way. I can see that being his thing."
"Yeah," Matteo agreed.
"I take back everything I ever said about you needing to be a more active member of this family," I told my brother, watching as his smile spread. "Go back to whatever skirt you ducked out of. We don't need you here."
"Struck a nerve," Lucky mumbled under his breath. "All jokes aside, Luca, what the fuck? Haven't dated a woman in months, then you get obsessed with this random woman at the docks?"
"I'm not obsessed with anyone," I told them.
"Maybe not fully. But I can see it brewing," Matteo said. "Remember that girl from down the street when we were kids?" he asked Lucky. "The redhead with the mean dad?"
"Emmie," Lucky supplied.
"Yeah, Emmie. Remember how she used to get teased mercilessly because she was always wearing hand-me-downs that never fit? Until one day Luca went all White Knight on everyone's asses, saying if they said shit to her, they answered to him? He's always liked being needed. Just a little bit. He likes solving problems."
"Yeah, he's so Type A like that," Lucky agreed and the two of them were having a harder and harder time keeping straight faces as my agitation clearly kept growing.
"I've had enough of this," I told them, going down to my room, throwing on a pair of basketball shorts, then coming back out. "I'm going for a run," I informed them.
"Try not to get distracted daydreaming about your damsel and fall into a ditch," Matteo called after me before I slammed the door behind me.
Ribbing aside, it was nice to have him back.