Page 54 of Silks
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.
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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.