Silks: A Taboo Kentucky Derby Romance

Chapter 12 （Ophelia）

I woke up with Teddy’sbig arm wrapped tightly around my waist, his big fingers spanning my belly.

My pussy felt sore and achy.

How many times had I come last night?

I had come over and over for my relentless fucking feral brother, harder and longer than I ever had with any man before.

I did not want to think about why that was.

At least he used a condom, but god!

Teddy snored loudly beside me, and I reached one hand out to grab my phone. Since my brother was keeping it with him, this might be the only chance I had to check my messages and send one out to Harvey the cop.

Slowly, I drew my hand out from under the blankets, making sure I didn’t make a sound. I could feel prickly sweat break out on my neck as my fingers picked the phone up carefully.

For a moment, I thought it would slip from my fingers, but it didn’t.

I clicked it on, turning down the light so it wouldn’t shine directly into Teddy’s eyes. There indeed was a message there, complaining that I hadn’t given them enough to work with. I typed back one-handed.

There’s definitely something fishy going on

Ok, he’s not going to like that; that’s vague as shit.

I think they’re going to pay somebody off

Or maybe they’re working on a new kind of stimulant

Wow, still pretty vague.

I was trying to think how else I could spin my lack of information when suddenly the big hand resting on my belly snaked between my hands and plucked the phone from my grip.

“Give me that!” I protested, but he’s way faster than a man with huge meat hooks should be, and he was already scanning the message.

I turned around to try to grab it back, but my brother just put his big leg over mine, trapping me under it, so I was pinned tight.

“What is motivating your corporate sabotage, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Nothing!” I burst out, feeling the hard thick length pressed against my stomach.

“Hidden number,” he said, flicking those blue eyes rapidly over me. “How very cloak-and-dagger.”

He spoke lightly, but there was a watchfulness behind it, too.

“None of your business,” I tried, as he dragged me toward him with his leg, pressing me up against his long body.

I was uncomfortably aware that I didn’t have any panties on. There was nothing between my pussy and his big cock but the thin layer of my T-shirt.

And why did he also have to smell so delicious? It should be illegal for disgusting perverts like him to smell so good. Some kind of subtle, expensive cologne. European shampoo. And there was a line of something else running through his scent. Sweet, creamy.

My pussy,I thought with a mix of horror and naughty wicked arousal as he ran his tongue up my throat.

“Everything to do with you is my business,” Teddy said. “You are going to tell me why you’ve come down here trying to get information on the Derby.”

“No!” I said, arching my back to try to get away from him, but it only pressed my core against his, and I saw the smile spread across his face.

He put my phone down. “I’ll keep this, Ophelia. I’m afraid I can’t let you get involved.”

“What are you planning to do at the Derby?” I asked, sudden worry stabbing me. “What are you involved with? You shouldn’t do whatever dumb thing just because Dad told you to.”

“I won’t,” Teddy said. “If you promise to tell me who you’re texting.”

“I’m not texting anyone,” I said, startled by his words.

Was he really not going to do what Dad said?

“You’ll tell me,” Teddy said, his voice rough.

And it only took a little yank on my nightshirt, and then it was easy, oh so easy for him to pull my thigh up and slide into me.

I let out a little unwilling grunt at my brother filling me.

His hand was already holding me tightly, his lips eagerly seeking and covering mine.

“Teddy, no,” I protested, but he didn’t stop, his hands rubbing gently on my collarbone, tracing the hard lines along my skin.

“I can’t stop. You should know that by now, Ophelia.”

He began to thrust harder in me, rolling over so he could raise my hips up from the bed, his hands slipping under my nightshirt so he could tighten on my flesh.

It was simple primal urges that made my nipples harden and my skin flush to feel his hands on my breasts.

“How many can I get out of you this morning?” he murmured in my ear. “I want to test it out, see how many I can get before you can’t talk anymore.”

My arms were attempting to push him off me, but the fact that he was shirtless meant I was touching his naked skin, my hands on the thick bands of muscles across his shoulders and back. Muscles rippled under my fingers as I lowered my hand and my brother shivered.

“Touch me, Ophelia,” he ordered, and his voice was gravelly and rough.

I almost moaned at his tone, but suddenly there was a terrifically loud banging on the door and I heard Granny outside, rattling on the doorknob.

“The Great Balloon Race starts soon!” she yelled. “You two need to get up.”

I didn’t say anything and she rattled the doorknob even harder.

“Get up you lazy layabouts or I’ll take the switch to you both!”

Teddy’s teeth gritted together, but he allowed me to roll away from him, standing up only to stagger and sag against the bed.

Shit, I could barely walk!

I turned to glare at my brother but he only spanked my very sore ass and said, “Be a good girl and take a quick shower. I have to judge the Balloon Race and you’ll come with me.”

I wanted to bite his head off. What did I care about balloons when I was supposed to be avoiding a jail sentence? But I took one look at him leaning on the side of the bed.

Tall as fuck, handsome as fuck, bright blue eyes despite barely any sleep, perfectly rumpled blonde hair.

There was a smirk on his face, and I knew what it meant.

You won’t be allowed to go anywhere by yourself.