Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series

by Reese Madison

  “Go lay down, you look tired.”

  I sneered at him, “Save whatever bullshit you have planned for me until tomorrow, maybe then I can enjoy it enough to piss you off again.” I turned to sit on the blankets and pull my boots off.

  He sat down next to me and did the same. “Seven years?”

  “Give or take.” I looked over at him. “What difference does it make?”

  He looked bewildered for second, “None, except I thought you were younger.”

  I laughed and shoved his shoulder before laying back to kick out of my jeans and cover up. I yawned again before saying into my arm I used for a pillow when he was ignoring me, “What? Now I’m too old for you?”

  “No, not at all.” He remained sitting up at my feet. “How old do you think I am?”

  “Mentally or physically?” I asked through a yawn.

  “Both.” He replied without skipping a beat.

  “Twelve and about forty-two, three. I don’t know.” I turned my head so he can’t see my face. Maybe he’ll stop with the questions and let me sleep.

  “Twelve?” He sounded hurt.

  “Goodnight Turner.” I scolded him like he seven reading under the sheets with his flashlight.

  “Sleep well Peach.” His voice was barely audible as I fell hard into sleep.

  4

  I’d managed to skirt my punishment last night, but this morning I was being given a choice.

  “Are you serious? I feel like I’m being blackmailed.” I complained looking into those ice cold eyes.

  “It’s either that or you don’t sit for a week. You decide.” He’s laying back like a fat cat with his hands behind his head.

  I sighed trying to think. My choices are, blow him, or take my spanking, which he promised would be very painful, but pleasurable beyond measure, if he allowed. The man is just plain mean.

  Since I haven’t had my coffee, and early morning pain is a lot less tolerable than early morning cum, I went for his belt. Before I got his zipper down he was ready to burst through his boxers. He grows fast.

  I settled myself down on my side with the back of my head to him and went to work. He’s actually not bad, soft smooth skin, nice firm form. Not that I’m an expert, but being a tomboy growing up and around all my dad’s buddies you hear shit, or see shit. When you hunt and camp with men who are in no way attracted to you, they tend to forget themselves and pee wherever they want.

  I can’t take him all the way, but I found myself enjoying his reaction. He moaned a few times, stopped me twice, and never tried to guide me. I let my hand that wasn’t helping my mouth lightly slide down his thigh.

  It brought on a nice long, low, deep groan, that had him arching slightly under me. I took it a step further and dug my fingernails into his thigh and dragged them up to his balls.

  “Ah shit Peach!!” He came instantly for me.

  My ego did somersaults. I’d just brought this man to his figurative knees. I licked him clean and blew a light tickling breeze across hit tip.

  “Ah!!” He grabbed my hair and sat up so fast it startled me. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up and under him for a kiss that was not only forceful but needy. There’s a neediness in this man that speaks volumes. He needs a woman, but not just any woman. He needs a crutch, reinforcement, love. Turner is a man changing. A man who is realizing he needs more.

  He quickly found me with his fingers and pushed into me. His breath is hot and heavy in my ear now. “So wet. So sweet.” He picked up speed and moved his hand so his thumb could push against my clitoris as his long capable fingers thrust in and out of me with a force that had my ass scooting up along the blanket.

  He lifted up and hover his lips over mine. “Look at me.”

  I forced my eyes open to find intense blue eyes searching mine. “Don’t stop.”

  “Do you want to come for me baby?” He taunted.

  “Yes. Please.” I begged pushing my hips back against him.

  “Easy baby.” He slowed to a torturous pace. “That’s it, hold it in. You’re mine now. No other man will ever touch you again.” He promised with a hint of a threat.

  I can barely breathe.

  He kept my eyes prisoner as he picked up the pace again. This time he pounded the shit out of me with that hand.

  I felt my whole body clench and arch as I begged, “PLEASE!!”

  “You can give your pleasure to me know baby. Let it go.” He gave me a couple more thrusts to send me over and went down to taste me.

  The aftershocks are nothing like the orgasms I used to have with that guy in college. What was his name? Whoever he was, he doesn’t compare to my Turner.

  My Turner? When did I claim him?

  He slowly pulled free as he kissed along my jaw. “That’s my girl. My sweet juicy peach.” He found a nipple with his mouth and sucked.

  “Ah!!” Another spasm nailed me.

  He moved over to the other one and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. “Such full beautiful breasts. I want to bury myself between them and get lost forever.”

  I can’t even lift my head, but somehow my hands drove into his hair. The abrupt stop from the tangles made me pull it unintentionally.

  He lifted up, “Oh really?”

  I laughed, “No!! You need to brush your hair.”

  He kissed his way back up to my chin. “That’s your job. As my old lady it’s your job to make sure I don’t look like shit.”

  I laughed again, “You could never look like shit, you’re too beautiful. Like some warrior God from under the sea that rises up and floods everything in his path, taking everything with him.”

  His breath on my lips made me open my eyes. “What do you mean I take everything with me?”

  I twisted his beard in my fingers. “Who am I Turner?”

  “My old lady.” He looks confused.

  I smiled giving up, “Never mind baby. I’m delirious with sex running through my veins. Are you hungry?”

  “Always. Good rabbit by the way.” He went back to kissing, but kept his hands planted to support his large frame over me as he kissed.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I said sincerely. I was proud of that kill, maybe mores than the deer. To have him say it tasted good, put the icing on the cake of my victory.

  My victory was short lived. The next morning he woke in a rage. I have no idea why. I thought we’d come an understanding, but he must not see it that way.

  Today is the first day he hung around camp all day, and he’s driving me nuts with his silence and grumpy gestures. I thought maybe he was hungry, the man can eat, when he does. Maybe he’s still tired?? No, that can’t be it, he’d slept for like fourteen hours or something.

  I decided to get away from him and go for a walk to gather herbs and whatever else I could find. Maybe another rabbit. Mostly I just want to get away from his sour mood.

  I told him I was going and he stood up like he wanted to go with me. “I’d like to go alone if that’s okay.” I said over my shoulder.

  He smacked me on the butt. “If that’s okay what?”

  “If that’s okay, sir.”

  “No, it’s not.” He shrugged his jacket on.

  I sat down giving up, “Never mind.”

  “You just said you wanted to go for a walk, let’s go. I don’t like this back and forth shit. When you ask me for something, make damn sure you’re not wasting my fucking time.” He scolded.

  My inner lawyer reared up not willing to take this abuse for another minute, “The reason I asked to go for a walk was to get away from you and your shitty attitude for a while. Having you go with me defeats the purpose, rendering the task moot, and a waste of time.”

  He bent over and pulled me up by my arm, “Then you should have been more clear in your request. Come on, I’m already up.” He pointed in the direction I usually go.

  I stomped my feet like an insolent child and walked ahead of him without saying a word.

  As we walked I decided to explo
re a new area I haven’t been brave enough to venture to alone. If he’s going to stalk me he might as well be my protector. The reason I haven’t ventured down this path is because it’s steep and a little daunting.

  I’m pretty sure I can handle it, but just like you don’t swim alone, you don’t walk into unchartered territory without a buddy.

  “Where are you going?” He asked noticing my unusual change of direction.

  “Exploring.” I said just loud enough for him to hear.

  “Watch your step.” He warned.

  “If I fall and break my neck you can just leave me there. Maybe my dead body will attract some big game for you.” I wasn’t really paying attention to what I said because I saw a sage bush, the right kind of sage, and headed that way.

  “Georgia, slow down!” He yelled without yelling. His tone speaks volumes alone.

  “Go fuck yourself Turner.” I said it in a whisper to myself.

  He’s closer behind me than I thought. “What did you say?”

  “Nothing, I was talking to myself.” I complained gathering sage leaves.

  He took the stack from my and and shoved them in his pocket then grabbed my wrists and pulled me up to his chest. His angry blue eyes stabbed my heart, he’s so full of pain and anger.

  “Did you just tell me to go fuck myself?”

  “No, I said it to myself.” I corrected him. “You weren’t supposed to hear.”

  “Well, I did.” He’s searching my eyes for something, but I can’t tell what.

  “Then do something about it, or don’t. If you haven’t noticed I have better things to do than put up with your adolescent bullshit. Grow up Turner.” I tried to jerk free with no avail.

  His chest is rising and falling faster now. The anger and hurt are building as his eyes darken. “Get whatever you’re after out here. When we get back I’m going to teach you some manners.”

  “Good luck with that.” I jerked free this time and collected more leaves forcing myself to swallow the tears that built up from his harsh words and tone.

  “I can start right now if you’d prefer.” He offered breaking a branch off a tree and stripping the bark.

  I ignored his offer and kept going. As I found various herbs I handed them off to him to put in his pockets. He gives me a weird look when I hand them off, but he takes them anyway.

  The poor guy is completely out of his league here. Obviously he was hoping to bring a woman up here that he could tame and mold to his liking. Well fuck that. I’d rather he kill me than conform to some warped sexual fantasy of his.

  I looked up and around realizing I’ve had my head down too long. There’s a dark circle in the side of one of the mountains.

  I looked back for Turner and pointed to it, “Cave?”

  He nodded.

  “Is it on your property?”

  “That’s state land, you can go, I have a permit if we need it.” He explained in a tone that told me he was brooding.

  I had this sudden need to snuff his attitude. I walked back up to him and smiled wickedly as he backed up upon my approach.

  “What do you want?” He asked as his back hit a tree nearby.

  “I’ve about had enough of your attitude.” I grabbed his belt and flipped it open. I looked up as I found the button of his jeans, “Tell me to stop.”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “Because you have control issues.” I informed him and dropped to my knees.

  He all but popped out of his boxers instantly ready for what I have in mind. I looked up taking him in my hand, “May I sir?”

  He exhaled giving me a look of confusion and exasperation, “Yes.”

  I took his tip in my mouth and gently held him with my teeth as I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers pulling them quickly down to his ankles.

  He gasped at the abrupt movement. With his pants around his ankles he’s exposed and somewhat disabled if he needed to run right away.

  I gave him no reason to run, but took my sweet time bringing him to his knees. I like how he groaned and twitched as I played and dragged out his release. When he got close I’d slow down, then build him back up. When my jaw had had enough I smacked him as hard as I could on his beautifully bare ass and took him as deep as I could.

  He gave into his release as the spasms raked his body. I like the way he twitches as the last of his orgasm drains his resolve. He grabbed my hair at the back of my neck and pulled me up for a penetrating kiss that took me to my back on the ground with him on top of me.

  His jeans are still around his ankles, as are mine now. The difference is my ankles are shackled behind his head now as his mouth consumes my sex and drives me crazy.

  He paid me back for my slow torture by torturing me back in a similar fashion.

  I arched and begged, “Please sir, I need it.”

  He gently bit me and slid up to hover as he pushed two fingers into me. “So wet. How can you want me and hate me so much at the same time?” His eyes are burning and I feel his erection against my hip.

  He didn’t wait for a reply as he picked up the pace and the force of his thrusts into me. “Feel that baby?”

  “Yes, more.” I begged.

  He buried his fingers deep pressing into my sweet spot I didn’t know I had until he found it. “Fucking you is going to bring me so much pleasure.”

  I arched and bit my lip, “Can…I..?”

  “No, wait for it. Your pleasure comes when I allow it.” He gave me one harsh thrust and shifted his thumb to stroke my clitoris. “That’s it baby, let it build, feel that pain, drown in it.”

  I screamed as his words threatened to force and explosion inside me. “PLEASE!!”

  “You have my permission to give me your pleasure. Let it go, give it to me now.” He ordered and kissed me as I screamed my release into his mouth.

  He seemed to feed on my screams and my aftershocks that just don’t seem to stop. He’s doing something deep inside me that is teasing these intense spasms out and through my body as he commands.

  “Oh shit.” I arched again breaking our kiss to bite that pouty lip of his.

  He pushed his arousal into my hip, “Sweet Peach.” He bruised me with his erection as he used the pressure of his body weight to elicit another release on my stomach.

  His face came down to my neck as he fought for strength to hold himself up with shaky arms. “So infuriating, and yet so delicious. I believe I will keep you little peach, you please me more than you know.”

  I laughed, “I think I have a pretty good idea.” I licked my now bruised lips from his kiss.

  He lifted up and looked down at me with bright sparkling blue eyes now, “I mean it, you belong to me. I’m going to claim every part of your body before I take you back down off this mountain.”

  “Is that a promise or a threat?” I smiled enjoying him now that the cranky Turner seems to have decided to leave the building.

  “Both.” He kissed me and I tasted our sex. The mix of him, me, and the way his mouth commands mine to his will is overpowering. I could drown in him. Maybe I already have.

  I sunk my fingers into his beard and held his face to mine. “What do you need from me? What brought on your mood this morning?” I asked needing to know.

  He bit his upper lip and I get the feeling he’s trying to figure out how to tell me. He inhaled and rolled off onto his back slowly. “I like pain. I like inflicting pain.”

  I sat up, pulled up my jeans and turned to sit and look him over. His pants are still down, but he doesn’t seem to care. It’s almost silly the way he looks half naked laying in the woods looking up through the trees with his pants around his ankles.

  It makes me smile as I look for his eyes. “Do you want to hurt me?”

  “Not seriously.” He looked at me, “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

  “You scare me, but I don’t fear death. I don’t care for a painful death, so try to bear that in mind when you get sick of me.

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�That’s enough talk like that.” He reached up to cup my face and jaw with his large palm. He ran his thumb over my cheek and looked at me with a look I’ve never seen. He almost seems content. “I told you, I’m keeping you. I have no intention of killing you.”

  “But you said you would if I got on your nerves.” I argued but kissed his palm.

  “I changed my mind. Evidently your words bite harder than a whip to me. I like how you stand up to me with no fear. I respect strength, even if it’s a strength I can easily overcome.” He reached down and plucked me up to sit on his stomach.

  I looked down at the tattoos and scars on his chest and stomach. “Does that mean you like me?”

  “No.” He said all too easily. “It means I need you.”

  I looked up surprised from where’d I’d been tracing a tattoo on his chest, “You need me?”

  “I believe I do Miss Pine.” He smiled for real at me for the first time and I thought my whole world would spin off it’s axis. In fact, I believe it just did. In that split second he smiled at me I fell head over stilettos in love with him.

  “What?” He asked sensing my shift.

  “I like your smile. You should smile more often, I might not be so mad at you all the time.” I teased and bent over to kiss him sweetly.

  We got up, fixed ourselves and went down to explore the cave.

  “Do you think there’s a bear in there?” I asked suddenly afraid to go inside.

  “Not likely this time of year.” He replied having lost the anger his his tone now. I guess my plan worked. He must really need a lot of sex if his mood is so effected by not getting any for five minutes.

  “Can we move down here?” I asked hopefully.

  “No. If it is occupied in the Winter the animal might come back smelling our presence. It’s best to check it out and leave. Our scents could deter a bear from hibernating here in the future. I don’t like fucking with nature.”

  I laughed, “No, but I bet you like fucking in nature.”

  “I’d like to fuck you all over this mountain range.” He replied seriously.

  “I’m sure you would. Have you brought women up here before?”