Silks: A Taboo Kentucky Derby Romance

Chapter 16 （Ophelia）

“The most exciting twominutes in sports,” I said reflectively, reading from the Derby schedule. “Wow, looks like they wrote a pamphlet about your sexual prowess, Teddy.”

If I expected this to goad him, I was unfortunately mistaken.

“I love you,” he laughed, slipping a big hand around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

“Stop!” I hissed, darting my eyes around. My declaration of love last night for my infuriating inescapable twin had made me feel ridiculously shy. “Someone might see you!”

“I don’t care,” he said. “I want you now.”

“You can just wait until your cock shrivels up,” I hissed.

“You’re sexy as shit and you have made my cock do the opposite,” he said. “Now come with me.”

Goddamn, my brother was such a bossy, controlling asshole!

“The race is about to start,” I objected. “I thought you wanted to see our crooked father rig the Kentucky Derby.”

“I do,” he said. “But it’s not starting just yet. Come with me.”

He started walking into the crowd, and I snapped my opera glasses together impatiently.

“You expect me just to follow you?” I hissed angrily.

“You’re wearing my silks aren’t you?” he said complacently. “If you need help coming with me, just tell me, Ophelia.”

And I watched as a smirk curved up his lips.

Fucker!

He didn’t even have to touch me. I knew what he was capable of doing, and that would be picking me up, gently but firmly, and hauling me away to wherever he wanted to take me and fuck me.

So I followed him through the crowds and around the racetrack until we came to a huge palatial restroom with a huge Out of Order sign on it.

“I put that there,” Teddy said. “So I could impregnate you in peace.”

Then he pulled me inside after him and barred the door firmly behind us.

“Not now, Teddy!” I protested.

“But I want you now,” he said.

Gently but firmly, he turned me around to face the wall, running hands up and down my body, lingering over the curve of my hips.

“I’m going to put enough cum in you to make sure you get pregnant,” he said. “I want your belly full with my baby. I want to be tied to you forever.”

“And what am I supposed to tell people when they ask why my brother has impregnated me?” I retorted angrily, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick wall tiles, trying to get enough leverage to shove back at him.

“Tell them I’m obsessed with you,” Teddy said, and I shivered to feel the calloused tips of his fingers on my thigh, dragging my dress up to my waist. “Tell them I can’t live without you. Tell them I’ll do anything you want, Ophelia. Except stop.”

He spread his fingers on my ass and pulled my thong aside.

“Spread your thighs, sweetheart, or I’ll spread them for you. I don’t want to hurt you. But I can’t stop.”

I squeaked and immediately spread my thighs. Teddy meant what he said.

“Oh, my good sweet girl,” he breathed. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

One of his fingers was already teasing around my asshole, and I wriggled in his arms, uncomfortable with how much that turned me on.

“Stay still,” Teddy said warningly, but I didn’t listen, twisting around to try to aim a kick at him.

“I don’t want to get caught!”

But all I got for my troubles was my brother’s firm hand on my shoulders, his fingers spreading up to my neck and tightening in my hair, pinning me thoroughly against the wall.

“Come on, sweet girl,” he said coaxingly, using his knees to spread me wider. “Get on your tiptoes for me. You take my cock so beautifully, Ophelia. I could never get tired of watching you.”

I didn’t want his words to work on me. So why did my pussy feel wet and dripping, the liquid heat running down my legs?

“I can’t wait to put a baby in you,” he said, and he pressed one finger into my asshole, his cock rubbing in between my cheeks.

My brother’s fingers were so thick that the pressure of one stung my virgin asshole a bit.

“You’re too big,” I whined, the full feeling making my core feel heavy and embarrassingly needy.

“You can take me, Ophelia,” he said complacently.

Then with a sharp thrust he shoved his cock inside my wet pussy.

I could only take it, pinned against the wall with one big hand, my clit feeling heavy and hot, his finger in my asshole lifting my hips up so he could thrust in and out of me with loud wet motions.

It felt like a liquid release to finally give in and stop struggling, let the pleasure of my brother’s cock lift and fill me as I melted into his low, hoarse words of love.

*

AS THOROUGHbrED OWNERS, of course the Barringtons had a luxurious trackside suite to watch the race, but Teddy steered me toward Millionaire’s Row where the celebrities always ate and watched the race.

“I know you love the Derby pie here,” he said.

“Eating chocolate and walnut and custard pie while I wait to see if I’m going to get arrested?” I asked. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Teddy smiled at me, his hand low on my back, his voice as low and growly with need as if he hadn’t just fucked me senseless in the public bathroom.

“You won’t be getting arrested,” he said. “If you see Harvey at all, he will be very anxious to avoid you.”

Even though Millionaire’s Row was as full as ever of NFL superstars, famous actors actresses, and the wealthiest Derby visitors, as usual Teddy Barrington commanded attention. So much taller, so much blonder, so goddamn sexy, with those big broad shoulders and the perfect jawline, and the easy, effortless power.

Everyone wanted to talk to him, everyone looked at him with fuck-me eyes. That hot celebrity weatherman. The fitness model. The closeted MLB player.

But his hand was low on my back, guiding me to seats with a perfect view of the track, and he handed me opera glasses.

“Look at all these people here who want to fuck you,” I said.

“And?” he said with complete unconcern. “I’m a psychopath, sister. I’d light Millionaire’s Row on fire if I thought you wanted me to.”

“I do not want you to,” I said severely. “You have issues.”

But Teddy looked at me with a huge grin, his dark suit cutting across his shoulders as he stretched to carefully untangle a curl of my hair from the beautiful heavy silver and diamond earrings he had bought me.

“Not anymore,” he said. “I have you; I don’t care about anything else.”

I bit my tongue. Next week he might have no job and no trust fund, either.

But I couldn’t help the smile that burst across my face too.

It was a perfect day for the race. Clear blue skies, just a hint of a breeze, the crowds colorful with bright fascinators. Boutonnieres matched fascinators. A man with his hat covered in chubby-cheeked gnomes and beard dyed a deep forest green to match his suit walked by.

It was glorious.

I cheered as they led Mintmaker past.

“Gorgeous!” I cried at my first sight of the lovely soft brown thoroughbred. I had tried to avoid getting too attached to any horses since Snakehandler. But there was something about Mintmaker. I saw something in her eyes. She was special.

That insufferable jackass jockey Ezekiel McCluskey walked by too, in his black and red silks that showed he rode for Barrington Stables.

And I was here in my silks, too. Black velvet gown, black swan hat, dramatic red lips. Everything matched my brother’s pitch-black dark suit and red rose in his pocket.

Because god fucking damnit, he did own me. My heart anyway. Maybe he’d always owned it and I’d been too stubborn to see it.

The excited buzz grew as the racers gathered at the starting gate. Mintmaker didn’t have a very advantageous starting position, as she had been underwhelming in previous races.

I felt a spark of anxiety for her. God, I hoped that stupid monkey Dr. Dent had given her didn’t hurt her!

Teddy drew his chair closer to mine. All eyes were on the starting gate, but Teddy put his big hand on the back of my neck, his fingers gently stroking my skin.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “Drink some water.”

“I’m not thirsty,” I hissed back, too wracked with nerves for the race.

“Drink your water, sweetheart,” he growled in my ear, his voice sending a jolt down my spine.

I grabbed the ice-cold water. It sparkled with the blackberries Teddy knew I loved and I thankfully took some big gulps.

Tensing, I waited with clenched fists for the start.

“AND THEY’RE OFF!”

The crowd began to roar as the thunder of hooves sounded around the stadium.

Mintmaker was last out of the box, and last to the first post.

“You can do it!” I cried.

And, in a stunning and unbelievable upset, Mintmaker continued to be absolutely dead last for the entire race.

I was on my feet screaming as loudly as I could.

“MINTMAKER!”

The thundering of the thoroughbreds seemed to reverberate through my chest too, my heartbeat thrumming with nerves.

My eyes were glued to the opera glasses, straining to catch the changes in position as the jockeys maneuvered the horses, fighting for the superior position.

As they reached the final stretch, Mintmaker put on a burst of speed, me shrieking encouragement, and the Barrington Stables thoroughbred breezed into the finish line still just absolutely dead last.

My jaw dropped as I looked at my brother.

“What the fuck happened?” I hissed.

“Wait, did you want Mintmaker to win?” he asked, a frown line appearing between his brows.

“Well, no,” I said, “But I thought that was the whole point of this!”

“I switched the vials,” Teddy said in my ear, his voice tickling the swan feathers of my fascinator and sending curls of heat through me. “You said the doping might hurt Mintmaker.”

I let out a wild burst of laughter.

My brother. My goddamn ruthless, obsessed, infuriating, extremely effective brother.

I pulled on his arm, and he put his head down to my level, nuzzling my neck and biting teasingly at my skin.

“I love you,” I said, and I heard the satisfied rumble of his chest in response.

“I live for you only, sister,” he said.

Just then, Mom came darting over.

“Barrington Stables has never placed a horse that low,” she cried in slightly hysterical way. “Your dad said something must have gone wrong.”

“It looks like Sweet Pea won,” I said. “She ran so cleverly. It was a well-deserved win.”

Mom looked at me like I had grown three heads. “Dad is pissed,” she said, looking at Teddy, “and he wants to see you.”

Teddy nodded, then bent over and kissed my forehead. “I’ll be right back.”