Page 46 of Silks
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.”