Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series

by Reese Madison

  “Yes sir, sorry sir.”

  “Don’t bother apologizing to me unless I request it, it means nothing to me. Let’s go, I’m starving.”

  I hopped up alongside him and hooked my arm through his and looked up, “You like me?”

  He rolled his eyes, “At the moment.” He tapped my nose. “While you’re cooking I’m going to place a supply order to be dropped tomorrow, write down anything you want me to get.”

  “Can I get some clothes?”

  “No, I prefer you naked, all the time.” He said it seriously but when I looked up at him again he winked at me.

  “Did you just make a joke??”

  “Well, not really. I would prefer you naked all the time, but that seems extreme even for me.”

  “Are you going to shop for them online or something?”

  “Yes.” He pointed to the large kitchen behind the main living area with all the glass and skylights. “Go, cook woman, before I pass the fuck out.”

  “You crash hard when you don’t eat. Hey, who’s picking out my clothes sir? You or me?” I had to remember the ‘sir’ part at the end. This will take some getting used to.

  “I will, that way I don’t have to worry about you wearing something I don’t like.”

  I opened the fridge to find it fully stocked. I peaked under the foil top of a square pan. “Score. Is lasagna okay sir?”

  “Yes. Heat it in the oven, I don’t like microwaves.”

  “May I ask why you have one, sir?”

  “For the old people.” He said sliding a laptop along the stone counter top separating the kitchen from the living room. The barstools are oversized, and hand carved.

  That reminded me, “Sir?”

  “Yes baby?” He opened the lid on the computer looking at me over the top.

  “What happened to whatever you were carving back at camp?”

  “It’s in one of our bags. There should be some garlic bread in the freezer.” He hinted. “And I’ll take another beer when you get that started.” Okay, so it wasn’t much of a hint.

  I smiled because he’s funny. I should be screaming and yelling to go home, but to be honest, I don’t want to leave, especially now. Something about the last week with him has liberated me. I feel free, even if he’s staking a claim on me.

  “What are you smiling about?” He asked in an accusatory tone.

  I started putting bread on a cooking sheet, “I was just thinking how nice this is. If it pleases sir, I’d like to e-mail everyone and let them know I’m fine and to handle my case load for me. I’d also like to kick my partner some extra money for doing so.”

  “It pleases me just fine, after we eat. Do not tell anyone where we are, lie.”

  “I don’t need to lie, it’s none of their business where we are.” I assured him putting the bread in the oven. I took out two more beers and slid him one.

  He looked up at me, then at the bottle, then back up at me.

  I leaned over and popped the top off. “Sorry sir.”

  “That’s better. What size are you?” He asked taking a drink and focusing on the screen.

  “Eight or ten depending on the source and what it is. Sir.” I should just add that word in every sentence.

  “Why do they list that as large? I’m large, you’re just a wee little thing.” He complained.

  “That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

  “It’s the truth Peach, and stop being so nice, you’re giving me a toothache.”

  I laughed, “Yes sir. Would it help sir if I told him I almost grabbed his butt earlier?”

  He looked up at me with mischief in his eyes, “When?”

  “When you walked naked down the hall earlier.” I started looking around again because he’s giving me that look that usually leads to a good finger fucking.

  “As long as we’re alone you have permission to touch me as you please, if anyone is around follow my lead, don’t get playful or I’ll put you across my lap right then and there.”

  “I wouldn’t do that to you sir. Would you like a salad sir?”

  “Yes, after the lasagna.”

  “It’s better for your digestion to have salad after your meal.” I agreed.

  “This I know. What colors do you prefer to wear?” He asked without looking up.

  “Doesn’t matter sir, I’ll wear whatever you buy. Would it please sir if I made dessert?”

  He looked up suddenly, “What kind of dessert?”

  I shrugged, “Not sure yet. Do you have a preference, sir?” Shit, almost forgot.

  “No, just make it something I can eat off your naked body.” He looked back down at the computer screen.

  “I get the feeling sir would eat a steak off my ass if he wanted to.”

  “Careful Peach, I could, and probably will.” He promised.

  I laughed and wallowed in my good mood. He’s a lot different than when I first met him. I like this Turner, he’s fun and adorable. I can’t believe he’s going to buy me clothes.

  While we ate he asked me what groceries and toiletries I wanted. Then he asked if I needed to add anything to the house.

  “Like what?” I’m confused. This place doesn’t seem to be lacking for anything.

  “Hell if I know, it’s just the next category. Stand up and turn around.” He ordered.

  I did. Smack!! “Ow!!” I rubbed my right cheek. “What was that for?”

  He shrugged, “Mostly my amusement. Get a bag of peas if it stings.”

  “I sat back down carefully, “Oddly enough it just stung for a second. Sir.”

  “That’s the point. I don’t care for permanent scars or blood, just the heat of the red sting is enough, maybe a little bruising so you know where I put the restraints.” He took the last bite direct from the pan. He can eat.

  I slid him a big bowl of salad, “Restraints sir?”

  “Yes. You need to build up your pain tolerance first. I’ll drag out your training as you amuse me at every turn.”

  “A very daunting turn you are, sir.” I crunched a cucumber.

  “Does it bother you to address me as sir?”

  “No, I just keep forgetting.”

  “Why doesn’t it bother you? I can’t see Salina or Red calling their husbands ‘sir’.” He’s curious.

  I shrugged, “Not sure, it just doesn’t, maybe because I think it’s funny.”

  “Oh really??”

  “Well yeah, I mean, come on, you’re ten-foot-ten, a thousand pounds of muscle, and you get off on a power trip? Really?”

  He sat back and crossed his large arms. “You can drop the sirs.”

  “Oh thank God.” I laughed and got up to clear the dishes.

  “It’s not to impose my power over you. And ten-foot-ten? Where did that come from?”

  “I don’t know. Listen, sir, the dessert I want to make will take a while. Do you mind if I get lost in here for about an hour?”

  “You like to cook?”

  “I could spend every minute of the rest of my life in this kitchen. It’s like being back in time but with modern conveniences. You should really invite your family up here, they’d love it.”

  “When you agree to marry me we’ll do it here, they can come then.” He decided.

  I dropped a bowl. “What??” Thank God it was a metal mixing bowl.

  “You heard me. This is your home now too, do whatever you want, just no girly frilly crap.” He got up and came around to kiss my neck. “Have fun love. I’ll be outside.”

  “Why do you keep calling me ‘love’?” I turned around to pick up his hand.

  He smiled down at me running his thumb over my lower lip, “Can’t marry a woman I don’t love, wouldn’t be proper.” He kissed my lip and disappeared before I could jump start my brain.

  Did he just say he loves me?? I’m so confused. No more ‘sir’s. Yeah!!! I found the iPod sitting in the speaker on the counter and browsed to the Jazz genre. This is going to be fun.

  I love this kitch
en. Mrs. Henderson is a professional. She keeps pre-made meals in the freezer and has them labeled with what they are and the date she froze them. Nothing was over three weeks old. I’m assuming she pulls one out a day just in case, and replaces it the next day, rotating them out.

  I’m not big on frozen food, but she made a mean lasagna, so I have to give her a big thumbs up if that was a frozen one. Judging from the empty Tupperware container and the label in the trash, I think that’s how it works.

  I jumped when I slid the Better-Than-Sex cake in the large worn copper front refrigerator, “Shit. You scared me.” I said to the older woman who appeared out of nowhere.

  “Sorry Miss Pine, Turner just informed me you were here and I wanted to introduce myself.” She came forward holding out her hand.

  I took it exchanging an equally firm but not too strong grip. “Please, call me Georgia. That was a fabulous lasagna, thank you. I’m sorry we didn’t save you any, but Turner ate it all.”

  “Please, call me Grace. I’m glad he liked it, it’s one of his favorites. Can I answer any questions for you?”

  “Um, not yet. I’m still kind of adjusting here. I hope I’m not invading your kitchen.” Suddenly I felt like I was.

  “No no! Not at all! Are you kidding me?? It’s just nice to see another human besides my goofy husband. Please, this is your kitchen. Turner pointed to his ring finger where a wedding ring would go, then pointed up to the house. Did you two kids get married?” She asked reaching in the fridge for a bottle of wine.

  “No way!!” I laughed, “Although he did say he wanted to get married here.” I shook my head. “To be honest Mrs. Henderson, I don’t get him at all.”

  She laughed pouring two glasses of wine. “It’s Grace, please. How long have you two kids known each other?”

  “A little over a week. He kidnapped me from the club.” I admitted. What’s she going to do? Call the cops? She’s on the run, so I seriously doubt it.

  She laughed, “Let me guess, threw you over his shoulder caveman style?”

  “How did you know??”

  She tapped her glass to mine, “Lucky guess. We don’t know Turner all that well, but I can see him doing that. Welcome to the cabin. If there’s anything you need we live in the attached section through those doors and down the end of the hall. There’s a house phone too, just pick it up and dial ‘1’ for me, ‘2’ for my husband.”

  “Where is he? Your husband.” I asked enjoying her company. She’s a good bit older than me, but very beautiful. She carries herself with Grace, like her name.

  “He’s down with Turner playing in the barn. Pete likes to show off his latest breed of chickens. The man is just nuts about his chickens.” She laughed.

  “A man has to have hobbies.”

  “He has hobbies alright. Chickens, goats, cats, dogs, horses, you name it it’s probably roaming this mountain somewhere. He likes to buy animals then let them go to see if they survive without him, then he feeds them anyway so they stick around. I call him the Pied Piper.” She topped off her wine, “Come on, I’ll show you around.

  Grace and I got along great. She showed me where everything was, how to work the washer and dryer, the thermostats, the windows. All that stuff.

  She tried to talk me into letting her do our laundry and cook for us, but I told her I wanted to do those things for Turner since we’re ‘newlyweds’. She laughed.

  We agreed to play the cooking by ear, maybe do up a menu once a week so we know what’s going on. She didn’t seem to have any particular way of doing things, and didn’t mind whatever I had ideas I shared, so it was a nice easy evening hanging out and drinking wine with my new friend Grace.

  Turner and Pete came in around nine as we poured the first glass of the second bottle. Pete introduced himself and went for a beer. He looks like a skinner, smaller, older version of Turner. All rough and gruff with long hair and a beard.

  Turner came right for me.

  I looked him over, “Don’t you touch me mister, you have animal crud all over you.” I stepped back putting my hand up.

  He reached out and stole my wine to finish it in one gulp. Then he proceeded to stalk me back down the hall.

  I waved over his shoulder, “Bye Grace!! See you later! Goodnight!!”

  She waved back, “Goodnight Georgia!” I couldn’t see her face because there’s a giant biker slash mountain man backing me to the bedroom.

  I tripped over a shoe, “Ow. Why are you stalking me like this? Just tell me what you want.” I laughed because I can see the mischief in his eyes now.

  “Shower, now.” He ordered.

  “I can’t tell if you’re really mad or just flirting with me.” I untucked his shirt.

  “Did you do something that I should be mad about?” He asked taking the shirt off and tossing it aside.

  I started on his belt. “Not that I know of, unless you count drinking a bunch of your wine as an offense.” I pointed to the chair, “Sit, so I can get your boots. What were you doing down there anyway?”

  “Some heavy lifting and shit Pete can’t do. I didn’t want to show it to you looking like it did.”

  “Aw. You cleaned for me?”

  “Now you can clean me, preferably with your tongue.” He hinted.

  “After you’re washed.” I took his boots and jeans the rest of the way off and took his dirty hand, “Come on sexy. How hot do you want the water?”

  “Doesn’t matter. I take it you like Grace?”

  “Yes! She’s awesome. Do you want dessert after your shower?” I pulled his shirt off and wished I had a bra for earlier when I was hanging out with Grace. Oh well. I felt like a bum compared to her, but since I wasn’t expecting to meet her when I did, I blew it off.

  “Yes, you’ll be the plate.” He took the shampoo off the shelf and turned me under the water, “Who does your hair?”

  “I do. I guess I should have had you order me some hair color.”

  “Grace does hair, she’ll take care of you.”

  “She does?”

  “She does everything.”

  “Does she do your hair?” I asked unable to picture him getting a haircut.

  “No. I haven’t had a haircut since I was ten.”

  “Really?” He turned me around and lifted my chin to rinse.

  “We’ll get you some conditioner.” He decided.

  “Can I cut your hair? Just the dead ends, I like it long.”

  “If you want to cut my hair you have to sleep with me.”

  I laughed and almost choked under the water, “WHAT??”

  “Just kidding. There’s scissors in the drawer.” He pointed then began washing his hair as I washed his body. I could get used to this. He gets harder than a rock when I get close to his goodies.

  I decided to take care of him right there in the shower and dropped to my knees.

  “Whoa.” He lost his balance and put his hand on the wall. “You could warn a guy.”

  “You could kill somebody with this thing.” I teased and set about tasting and playing with him. He’s quite magnificent. I’m still scared of him putting this big thing inside me, but let’s hope my body stretches. I wonder if there’s exercises I should be doing. I laughed to myself, yeah, finger-fucking exercises.

  I took his release and kissed my way up his stomach to his chest. I can’t reach beyond there.

  He cupped my face and kissed me solid before shutting the water off and letting me go. “What did you make for dessert?”

  “Better-Than-Sex cake.”

  He took the towel out of my hand and tucked it around his waist, “Excuse me??” He lifted his eyebrow.

  “Better-Than-Sex cake. You’re going to love it, trust me.”

  “I seriously doubt it’s better than sex.”

  “It’s better than any sex I’ve ever had.” I laughed.

  “Oh really?”

  “We haven’t slept together yet Turner, you’re not on that list.” I scolded him and went to find another t-shir
t of his to put on.

  He followed. “Go get this cake, I’ll be the judge.”

  “You can’t judge what you don’t know.” I argued messing with him.

  “I’ve had plenty of sex Georgia, I think I’m a qualified judge.” He started building a fire in the fireplace.

  “Not with me. You never know, it could be mind-blowing with me.” I laughed at myself knowing sleeping with him would be fun, if not scary and a bit intimidating. Maybe that’s part of the reason I like him. He has the whole Bad Boy thing down pat.

  He stopped mid reach and looked back at me, “What did you just say?”

  I looked back at him from the doorway and shrugged, “Then again I’m probably boring compared to what you’re used to.” I took off down the hall before he could recover.

  8

  I thought about taking the whole pan in the bedroom, but if he eats all this he’ll get sick. I’m sure he’d blame me for it too. I put a nice big piece on a plate for him, and a more normal sized one for me.

  He found me in the kitchen and took the correct plate and fork to dive in.

  I took a small bite. “MMmmm. I used to make this for my best friend.”

  “Who is?” He asked leading me to continue.

  “Greg. We grew up together. Don’t worry, we never had a romantic bone between us. This cake is our idea of a joke. Some lady gave me the recipe one day at my doctor’s office. I told Greg his friendship was better than sex. We laughed for like an hour. I think it was the sugar buzz.”

  “It’s pretty damn good, but to be honest, I’d rather be inside you.” He shrugged.

  My goodies woke up, Hello?? Somebody looking for us??

  “Problem Peach?”

  “No, you just caught me by surprise.” I motioned to the cake in his hand. “Do you like it?”

  He shrugged, “It’s okay. Take you shirt off, I know what it needs.”

  I felt my eyebrow go up, “Really?”

  “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

  “No, you don’t.” I decided.

  “Then get naked baby, because this is going to get messy.” He started towards me.

  I took one last bite and pulled my shirt off feeling exposed like this in the kitchen.