Page 37 of Silks
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.