Chapter 14 （Ophelia）
The Derby was tomorrow, and I still didn’t know shit about what shady thing was going down. Teddy claimed he could protect me, but what exactly could he do about it?
I would have to convince him to tell me something. At least what they were planning to do. I needed something to give Harvey to get this criminal charge off my back.
“Let’s go to the haberdashers,” Teddy said. “I need to get you some silks.”
“Silks?” I cried, trying to ignore the delicious warm sensation of my cunt being thoroughly fucked. “That’s what the jockeys wear.”
“They wear silks to show who they belong to,” Teddy said, his voice a rumble in my ear as he put his sports car into gear. “And this will show who you belong to.”
I opened my mouth and then shut it.
That wasn’t true, was it?
At one time maybe I thought it had been sort of true. Otherwise why would I go to so many of his dumb football games?
He grinned at me as he maneuvered the little car through downtown Louisville traffic, that huge shit-eating grin on his perfect golden boy face, daring me to object. Daring me to say he didn’t own me.
That cream suit jacket was molded against his huge broad shoulders, his tie looking a bit rumpled where I had tried to strangle him, but of course it didn’t make him look any less stupidly perfect.
But what might have been true in college wasn’t true now. Not after he had gone to work for Dad’s company.
When he knew exactly how I felt about how Dad and Barrington Stables treated their retired thoroughbreds!
Yes, he had stopped the stables from working with kill buyers, but. . .
I tightened my mouth.
There was always the possibility I was being a huge ungenerous bitch? After all, Teddy working for Barrington Industries meant I still had access to my trust fund, which meant I had been able to pay for my Master’s degree with it. . .
Still, I had really wanted to go to law school together. He had promised! I wouldn’t have cared if we had to take out loans. But maybe he felt stupidly responsible for me or something, and didn’t want to be the reason I had no money. . .
I gnawed on my lip, feeling a slight bit guilty.
Then my brother put a big hand on my bare thigh, his fingers spreading possessively across my leg.
“I can’t wait until you’re pregnant,” he said, and my slightly guilty feeling evaporated in trying to slap his hand away, trying to ignore that my skin prickled with heat whenever he touched me.
*
DOLLY’S CLOTHING EMPORIUMwas part haberdasher, part high-end women’s clothing shop, part fascinator seller.
It was where Louisville’s horseracing elite carefully shopped for the colorful Kentucky Derby outfits that would be on display during the race tomorrow.
Of course, all the Louisville elite had bought and coordinated their outfits months ago. No one would be caught dead buying the day before, which is why the store was deserted except for a very startled salesman.
“Get whatever you want,” Teddy said, following me closely. “I’ll buy something to match it.”
The fascinators were all sadly picked through. One year in college I had worn a dramatic white and ice-blue hat with a high peak and cascade of falling snow and ice cubes. It looked pretty damn good, but unfortunately, on my way out the door, I had not been looking where I was going, and ran directly into the side of the stables, which caused my hat to malfunction and Teddy had to follow me around all day picking up ice cubes.
The memory made me smile.
Wait, fuck! I did not love my unhinged psychopath brother just because he had sewed the snowflakes back in with a needle borrowed from the First Aid tent.
“I’m getting this hat!” I said as I grabbed one that looked like it might have been sat on.
It was all in black, a dramatic swan with a great quantity of black feathers and ruffles, and a little black net to go over my eyes.
“Whatever you want,” said Teddy. “It’ll look perfect. I’ll find you some earrings to go with it.”
Likewise, I grabbed at the first black dress I saw, velvety with long dark sleeves and a high neckline.
“Beautiful,” Teddy said promptly.
“I need something to hide my tits,” I said sourly. “My brother is a pervert and won’t stop looking at them.”
But this didn’t dissuade my shameless twin, who came up behind me, boxing me into the clothes rack with both big arms.
“Maybe I’ll come on your tits,” he said. “Then spit it back in your pussy.”
“That’s probably illegal,” I said severely. “Like everything else you’ve done.”
“Lock me up then,” Teddy rumbled in my ear, his teeth pulling gently on my skin. “I dare you.”
I flushed, my fingers unconsciously going to the places where he had bitten and sucked savagely at me, the marks a throb of pleasure.
But I twisted out of his arms as the salesman came to help us, thrusting the fascinator and dress at him.
Teddy of course had to be measured for his new suit and I did not want to look at him, but I couldn’t help sneaking a peak at that huge wingspan as he spread his arms wide. The way his boxer shorts couldn’t hide his thick cock.
And of course my brother couldn’t be looking away from me for one goddamn second, and he caught me staring at him.
I flushed and turned away.
When he went into a dressing room as the salesman rubbed his hands with glee at the expensive order, I slipped in too. Walking as quietly as I could, I opened the door noiselessly. Teddy was fully dressed, just fucking around with his cufflink. I came up behind him and slipped a hand onto his belt.
He immediately stiffened, but I said quickly, “Don’t move or I’ll stop.”
My brother froze, and I felt his eyes on me as I unzipped his pants.
He made a stifled groan as I put my fingers on his cock, drawing it out, already thick and engorged at my touch.
It was so goddamn big, and I felt an uncomfortable heat gathering between my legs remembering what he’d done with it.
“This thing is too big,” I said irritably. “What are you supposed to do with it when it’s this big?”
“Anything you want, Ophelia,” he said, and my eyes met his in the mirror. “I’ll do anything you want with it.”
I dropped my eyes, not wanting to acknowledge his comment and put one arm around his waist to brace myself, feeling the taut lines of muscle under my palm.
Teddy put his hands over mine.
It felt uncomfortably intimate, both his big hands covering my small one and I stroked his cock with my free hand.
God, he was huge.
His chest was heaving as I stroked him slowly, base to tip, his breathing heavy and loud in the dressing room.
“Yes,” he rumbled. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
I paused for a moment, my hand hovering over his dick, which was deepening in color and throbbing in my palm.
“Keep going,” he said.
“Hmm,” I replied, pretending like I didn’t give a shit.
“Please, sister,” he said hoarsely, his hands tightening on me. His eyes looked satisfyingly needy as they met mine in the mirror. “Please touch me. I need you to touch me.”
I reached my hand down and cupped his balls, eliciting a loud groan from him, the tip of his cock leaking precum down his shaft and onto my wrist.
“Oh, Ophelia, please.”
I wondered if there was a more strategic moment but I took this one anyway.
“Theodore Barrington, what the fuck are you planning to do to rig the Derby tomorrow?”
“Pay off the drug tester,” he said promptly. “That way the monkey Dr. Dent gives Mintmaker won’t be detectible. She’s raced poorly this season, so if she even finishes fifth, with the amount of money Dad and his friends have paid in, we stand to split a $50 million payout.”
Fury ripped through my body hearing the slang word for a common banned substance, and my hand tightened on his balls. “We? You put money in?”
“Only about a million,” he said, frowning at me in the mirror. “It’s just extra amino acids. It doesn’t actually hurt the thoroughbreds.”
I wanted to call on all the ancient gods to strike him down where he stood.
“Did Dr. Dent tell you that?” I hissed viciously, tightening my grip on his balls so he had to make a sharp intake of breath. “Because it is not healthy for them. It can hurt them.”
Sharp panic flashed into my brother’s blue eyes. “I didn’t know that, Ophelia!” he said “You’ve got to believe me! I would never have agreed if I’d known that.”
I twisted his balls but he only set his lips and said nothing.
“Is that true?” I asked sternly. “Why the fuck should I believe you?”
“Because you should know by now that I would do anything to make sure you aren’t mad at me,” he retorted, his eyes searching mine in the mirror. “I’m supposed to be the one to hand the bribe over tomorrow morning, but I’ll tell Dad tonight that I won’t do it.”
“You’ll lose your cut of 50 million dollars!” I said, startled.
“You think I give a fuck about that?” he growled as my hands tightened further on his balls. “Take everything away from me. I just want you, Ophelia. Nothing else matters.”
“Hmph,” I said, releasing his balls slowly, watching his chest heave. “What the fuck other dumbass illegal things have you been doing? Don’t you have any, like, morals whatsoever?”
“No,” my brother said. “I only care about you.”
I said nothing, but I began to stroke his cock again, his shaft hard and throbbing under my hands.
“Yes, Ophelia, please,” he almost gasped, and I felt like I couldn’t look away from him in the mirror, the way the tendons stood out in his arms, the way the muscle in his strong jaw twitched and moved.
And the expression on his face as I picked up the pace slightly, my hand wet and slick from his precum.
“I’m going to come,” he gritted out, and I looked around wildly. This place was so stupidly fancy that even the changing room was decorated with a host of drapey hanging plants, and I grabbed one hanging from the ceiling, shoving it under Teddy as he released with a loud, jagged groan, and my fascinated eyes watched as my hand milked ropes of cum from his cock, coating the plant and filling the pot with his hot jets.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart, holy shit,” Teddy said inarticulately.
I pushed the hanging plant behind the others, rationalizing to myself that the extra protein would do the plants no harm.
“You were all too easy to seduce,” I said irritably. “How many corporate secrets have you had weaseled out of you, Teddy?”
“No other ones,” he said, grinning at me. “Unless you want to try again right now for some more.”
I tossed my head and turned to leave. “We’ll see if you actually follow through tomorrow.”
I opened the changing room door and stepped out but his big arm snatched me around the waist and dragged me back in.
“Not so fast, little sister,” he said. I’m not done with you yet.”
“I’m done,” I tried, but he shut the door and pushed me up against the wall.
“Nope,” Teddy said, kneeling in front of me, his hands reaching down to the button on my jeans shorts. “We’re not leaving until I make you come at least once.”
I complained, I whined, I tried to kick his thighs, shove his broad shoulders, remind him he was just the idiot who took anything Dr. Dent said seriously, but he was impervious to it all, just unzipped my pants with big, sure fingers and yanked them down my legs along with my panties.
Then he spread my thighs, looking at my cunt that was already wet and sore and puffed-up from how much he had taken me, and he sucked up the slick wetness of his cum and mine, not stopping until my release made me a trembling, weak mess.