Silks: A Taboo Kentucky Derby Romance

Chapter 13 （Teddy）

Louisville’s mayorDr. Keyshawn Jenkins walked up to me as soon as I arrived at the Great Balloon Race.

I knew there were a lot of powerful men in Louisville who expected me to run in the upcoming mayoral race, and Dr. Jenkins had already told me I was his favored candidate.

I doubt they’d think I was the perfect candidate if they knew I was fucking my sister.

And of course I had no principles. Zero moral scruples of my own. If I was the mayor, I would do wholly and entirely anything my sister said.

Even though I only talked to Dr. Jenkins for a few minutes, when I turned around my sister of course had disappeared.

I instantly set off to find her, my anxiety spiking. What if whoever was threatening her was here?

The Balloon Race was very popular, and the field was crowded with people. I scanned the crowds, my eyes seeking her.

“Ophelia!” I shouted, not caring if it made me look desperate or if people wondered why I was going around shouting my sister’s name.

Because when it comes to her, I am desperate.

It seems like heart-stopping hours later, but I finally spot her against the side of a building and I head over as the big, colorful balloons get inflated all around her.

And it looked like she was arguing with Dr. Dent and a few of the other contractors Dad had hired to make sure this operation went off smoothly.

As I strode up to her, I heard her say, “We don’t even know how many thoroughbreds are culled and killed every year, after doing all the training and making money for their owners! It’s disgusting.”

Dr. Dent is scoffing and the other guys are looking pissed-off too.

My jaw twitches as I walk toward them. Unlike everybody else dressed to the nines, my sister is wearing ratty jeans shorts and a T-shirt that says Fuck Big Dairy.

But it doesn’t matter what everybody else is doing. My eyes gobble her up, memorize the way her round thighs look in those shorts. Her shirt lifts a bit as she waves her hand in the air, exposing a bit of her waistline.

I think I see a dark mark there.

Is that from where I gripped her so she could take all of my cock?

Fuck.

And I want to grip her even harder, pin her down so she won’t ever leave me.

My strides are long as I go up to make sure no one messes with my mouth-wateringly sexy bitchy bold balls-busting sister.

“She’s right,” I say, and I take a savage satisfaction in how they jump, how they all instantly go quiet, flashes of fear in their eyes when they see me.

I mark how Dr. Dent scoffed at her as I lead Ophelia away, my hand on the back of her neck so she can’t escape from me.

He will be punished.

My thumb rubs up and down her silky skin, her long thick curly blonde hair falling all over my wrist, making my cock twitch.

“You’re coming with me,” I said. “We have to be at the finish line for the race to see who the winners are.”

“Aren’t you big enough to identify a balloon by yourself?” she shoots back, but I increase the gentle pressure on the back of her neck so my fingers are a little tighter, watching closely as her breath catches at the contact.

“I can’t trust you not to misbehave,” I said, bending over and giving her ass a little spank again.

“Teddy!” she squeaked, her cheeks pinking. “Someone might see.”

“I don’t care,” I said, pulling her closer and directing her on the path to the finish line a few miles away.

My eyes feast on how she watches the hot air balloons, how her breath catches at her favorite balloon, a huge sunflower-shaped one that has been a fixture of the race since we were kids. There’s nothing better than sharing everything with Ophelia, watching her face light up at the ridiculously bright yellow balloon.

“Tell me who is threatening you so I can stop it,” I said as we walked together. We were far away from anyone else. I didn’t have to hold onto her anymore. But I couldn’t stop.

“I can’t,” she said. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I can protect you, Ophelia. You don’t have to worry,” I tried to reassure her.

“I’ll be in Chicago,” she said defiantly, holding my eyes. “You can’t protect me there.”

My stomach plunged at the thought of her leaving. For a moment I couldn’t speak, the words tangling in my mouth.

“You’re not going back to Chicago,” I said, my voice sounding odd in my ears.

It was true. And it had been true ever since I saw her again.

“Why? You’ve already fucked me,” my sister said in a voice of supreme unconcern, and I felt panic crawl over my skin at the idea of her leaving.

She has to be pretending. She can’t possibly be this indifferent to me.

“I want more than that,” I growled, crowding her on the pathway.

“What more?” she snapped back. “You’re officially a naughty bad boy, Teddy. You’ve fucked your sister. You broke that taboo. Every Christmas is going to be awkward from now on. But congratulations, you won. You got what you wanted. You got in my pussy.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I snapped, grabbing her arm and whirling her around.

My heart was pounding so hard under my suit jacket that the blood thrummed in my ears.

“I don’t just want to fuck you for one weekend. I love you.”

Her mouth was a little round o, and I could see her pretty little pink tongue. God, I wanted that around my cock.

“Don’t be stupid,” she said, trying to shrug me off.

But I wouldn’t let her go.

“Understand this,” I said. “I will never let you go, Ophelia. You can go back to Chicago if you want. But you won’t go alone. I’ll be right fucking there with you, up your ass before and after every single class. So give up this idea that you are getting away from me, angel. I’d do anything to keep you.”

“Oo, Teddy,” she hissed, kicking at my shins with her adorable little toes. “Why are you like this? What do you mean you’d do anything to keep me? What’s anything?”

I let her kick me but she saw me hesitate.

“Tell me!” she yelped, grabbing me by the tie.

My feral simp urges take over with her hands on me, intense gray eyes demanding answers.

“I poked a hole in the condom last night,” I said. “I want to get you pregnant so you can’t get away from me.”

Ophelia’s jaw drops in outrage, and I accept her pummeling fists.

“I fucking hate you, Teddy! You’re such a controlling psycho jackass!”

My anxiety spikes at her words, and I know I’m taking her, keeping her, no matter what she says, but I can’t help myself.

“Come on, Ophelia! I’ll do all the work! I’ll get up in the night when our baby cries! I swear to God I will. I know you want kids! I don’t want you to be mad at me. You just can’t ever leave me.”

“I do want kids,” she cried. “I didn’t say with my insane fucking brother! Who stands for everything I hate!”

“I do not, Ophelia,” I said, seizing her in my arms as she tried to get away. I buried my face in her hair, tightening my hold on her struggling body. “You know I want the same things! I changed the rules so we don’t work with kill buyers! I want to make Barrington Stables the place that treats our thoroughbreds right, doesn’t discard them when they’re old or injured! There’s something I want to show you—”

But she broke in, shaking her head and thick hair all over my arms.

“Nothing you can say could make me change my mind!”

Her phone buzzes as I’m choosing my words carefully, my lips falling to her throat in my greedy need for her.

It’s another message angry at my sister for not delivering information on Barrington Stables.

Fucking shithead, whoever they are.

No one but me is allowed to force Ophelia to do anything.

There’s one thing I now have to take care of first before I can make my sister love me.

“Come here,” I said. “I know a shortcut.”

My little sister turned obediently to follow me in the trail through the woods.

Her obedience made my skin heat.

Even though I knew it would be short-lived.

“I’ll give you one more chance to tell me who you’re working for,” I said, greedily gobbling her round ass up with my eyes.

Oh god, I wanted to lick down that delicious crack.

“Or what?” she said defiantly.

“Or I’ll make you,” I said.

Ophelia turned at me in a fury. “You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed, and I captured her arms easily and pulled her in for a kiss.

Kissing her was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I went through most of my life blasé and bored as fuck.

Not when it came to my sister. Kissing her was a shot of adrenaline, headier than a bottle of whiskey, something that made my whole body feel alive.

The only thing that made my whole body feel alive.

Was it normal to be this wrapped up in another person, this dependent upon someone else to be happy?

If it was, I didn’t give one single fuck.

I needed my sister and I was going to have her.

Her squeaks and protests did nothing to soften my cock, which was instantly hard as a rock at her touch, even though she was shoving at me, trying to get out of my embrace.

Nope.

“You’re mine, Ophelia,” I said, reluctantly letting her go, that taste of her tongue and lips hot on mine.

Then I flipped her around and pressed her up against a tree, holding her two wrists tightly behind her back.

“I’m going to get that name out of you.”

She began to shriek and I leaned closer, so I could feel the pleasure of my cock rubbing on her back.

“Scream all you want, sweetheart, but I’m not stopping. You’ll just bring everyone here for the balloon race in to watch me spank you.”

“Spank me? I will rip your balls off your body!” she yelped, but I noticed she stopped screaming.

“Baby, my sack is heavy as fuck for you, and I’m going to fucking unload in you as soon as you give me the name.”

She made a noise between a moan and a gasp and it was impossible to resist kissing her neck.

I licked the spot behind her ear, my cock pressed up against her.

Her skin tastes like sun and sweetness, and I grab handfuls of her, tits and belly and ass, wanting to imprint myself on every surface, forcing myself back because I want this settled. I need to know who dares to threaten her.

“Now, this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you,” I warned, as I undid my belt with one hand and pulled it out with a sharp snap.

Even though she wasn’t screaming, she was still cursing me out and wiggling.

“Like fuck it will!” she retorted.

“You’re right, baby girl,” I agreed. “It’s going to hurt but I’m going to love seeing your pretty red ass anyway. Tell me the name and I’ll stop.”

I didn’t give her a moment to reflect before I snapped my wrist and flicked her, just a touch, on the ass.

She yelped and wriggled like I had whipped her with a cat o’nine tails on a ship and I watched with a hardening cock as the little flick made a pink mark.

“You looked so gorgeous taking that,” I breathed worshipfully.

Ophelia’s only response was a string of amusingly foul curses and I brought my belt down again on her other cheek, watching as she jumped and bucked under my arms.

“Fuck, this ass,” I said, running my hand down her curves, gently cupping each cheek in my palm, kneading the delicious soft pillowy skin. “There could never be anyone for me but you.”

“Even if I did want to tell you the name, I won’t now!” she raged at me and I tutted gently, flicking both cheeks this time, the belt a lash across her whole ass and she wailed in dismay.

I put my fingers in her mouth.

“Suck,” I ordered, and she did, thinking she was doing it so hard it would piss me off, but really it only made my cock ache with need for her.

I ran my fingers dripping with her spit over the marks on her ass, and she howled again at the sting and sizzle.

Fuck, I was having trouble concentrating, blood rushing so hard to my ears at the sight of her cheeks wiggling, that for a moment I couldn’t hear anything but the hot, heavy rush of my own blood.

I needed in that ass, needed my tongue on her.

“Up on your tiptoes,” I ordered. “I want to see my pussy.”

She obeyed, stretching that red ass so it was jutted up and out.

“Hands up on the tree,” I said.

I let them go and she hesitated, like she was going to try to scratch my eyes out, but I spanked her ass with my hand, a sharp full slap, and she winced and put her hands obediently on the scratchy bark of the tree.

“Now, legs spread wider. Tip your hips up. Ah, that’s perfect, baby. That’s just what I want to see, this pretty little pussy ready for me to put a baby in it.”

“The hell you will,” Ophelia retorted, but I bent down on my knees behind her, and I reached between her legs and gave her pussy a little flick with the belt.

“Ouch,” she moaned.

“You looked so lovely getting spanked, Ophelia,” I said, dropping the belt and taking both her pink cheeks in my hands, kneading her soft curvy flesh.

“Not like I had a choice,” she retorted, vibrating with anger, but I felt something else, too. Her body curving imperceptibly toward mine, her fingers tightening on the tree.

I gripped my handfuls of her ass and spread her cheeks wider. Then I began to lick each spot I had whipped, unable to control the groans of need as I traced a perfect line down each mark.

I spread her cheeks wider, and her perfect little asshole was in front of me. I felt my stomach twist with fucking feral need, and I shoved my head forward, burying my nose as fucking deep as I could. Even her ass smells perfect, and I inhale greedily, licking and sucking around the little sweet hole.

“Teddy!” she squealed, and holy shit, does her saying my name when my nose is deep in her asshole make me hard as a rock.

I can feel my precum leaking, fucking desperate to get inside my sister, but she has to come first.

I’ve got one hand still gripping her ass, and I snake the other through her legs and into her pussy, dipping two fingers in as another begins to rub her clit.

She’s dripping wet, slick and needy over my fingers as I play with her, and I groan in fucking satisfaction against her asshole.

“You’re so wet for me, ready for me.”

“N-no,” she says, her voice faltering a bit.

“Little liar,” I say, my voice low and gravelly with love.

I know how to make my sister come, and now I want to find all the ways to make her come.

“Now give it to me, sweetheart.”

I add another finger and her cunt feels greedy, tightening on my thick fingers as I stroke inside her, my tongue swirling around her asshole.

Ophelia’s creamy thighs began to shake and I gritted my teeth and stopped, pulled my fingers from her pussy and my tongue from her asshole.

“Teddy!” she cried in a strangled gulp, and my heart was pounding in my chest.

She wants this. She wants me to touch her.

“Tell me the name,” I growled, trying to hide that I can’t last for more than a few seconds. She can call my bluff at any moment because I could never stay away from her.

So I give her two extra hard spanks, one on her sensitive throbbing pussy and the other on her sore ass. The one on her ass reverberates deliciously, my handprint big and vivid.

Ophelia mewled with displeasure.

“Goddamnit, you asshole! Ok, fine, it’s a Chicago cop named Harvey! I got arrested for protesting! They said they wouldn’t press the charges if I got them some usable info. Which I haven’t, because you’ve been following me everywhere like a goddamn stalker.”

My blood runs cold.

Arrested her?

“They didn’t actually arrest you, did they?” I asked, standing up to my full height.

“Yes, they did,” said Ophelia with relish. “And I had to stay overnight at the jail.”

I’m filled with a bloody rage at the idea that anyone would dare to arrest her or hold her overnight, when I’ve got a goddamn squadron of Barrington lawyers I could have sent up there to get her out and get the city to apologize for doing it.

And my sister knows I would have done that.

“Ok, brat,” I said. “You are about to get fucked and fucked hard. Don’t keep something like that from me again or I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

Then I gripped her by the hair and shoved my cock inside her.

She was immediately mewling and clawing the tree, which was good because I was goddam ready to explode.

I took her hard, loving the way her silky wet cunt felt, the way her pink lips opened wide and her eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Keep those hips up, baby girl,” I growled in her ear. “I’m about to put a baby in you and you aren’t going to say a damn thing except ‘yes, brother.’”

She moaned, and I ran my tongue down her face, her throat, pinning her head with my hand in her hair.

“Oh, you’re such a good girl for me,” I grunted, my release spiraling up my spine.

“Yes, brother,” she breathed, and I unloaded uncontrollably inside her, hot jets of my release going deep inside her pussy.

I reached around and rubbed her clit, and she’s so slick and ready and needy that I feel her immediately come, crying out as her knees buckle underneath me.

I catch her with one hand as she releases all over my cock, and I rub her through it, endless waves of pleasure soaking my suit pants.

“Good fucking girl,” I say over and over as I kiss her.

“Good fucking girl, Ophelia.”

*

MOM AND DAD ARRIVEDto watch the balloons land, and I took several strides away so they wouldn’t hear and got out my phone.

“I’d like to speak to a Harvey Jorgenson,” I said. “Get that motherfucker on the phone right now.”