Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series

by Reese Madison

  He put the spoonful in my mouth. “How long are you going to make me wait to fill that sweet pussy of yours?”

  I swallowed, “I don’t exactly have a timeline, and you could be a little less crude about it.” I scolded him.

  “What are you waiting for?” He asked putting the spoon down and scooping some up on his finger.

  “I’ve never slept with someone I barely know, and you scare the shit out of me.”

  “You don’t look scared.” He covered my nipples and my lower lip. “How do I scare you?” He sucked the dessert off my lip and pointed to the living area, “Go sit on the couch.”

  I licked my lips and walked around him to do as he bid. “I’m not scared of you really hurting me, but your spankings sting, and come out of nowhere sometimes. I feel jumpy. Then when you bark orders at me I find myself jumpy for a while. I never did well in the sneaking up on department.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” He crawled over me keeping his towel in place around his waist.

  “Can I ask you something?” I asked as he settled on his side with the plate of dessert to make various designs on my body.

  “You can always ask me anything you want.” He decided making a phoenix on my belly.

  “If it’s not a power trip, then what is it?” I dared twisting his beard in my fingers.

  He scooped up some more and made dots up and down my thigh. “The verbal part is new. I’ve been paying the same women for years to submit to me. Nobody ever questioned me before.”

  “Do you even know?” I asked stealing the dessert off my left nipple with my finger and eating it.

  He looked at me like I’d just committed a crime. “I don’t feel pain Peach. I’ve been shot, stabbed, and beaten to death twice. Both times my body rebooted itself within a minute. I’m a freak of fucking nature, and I hate it.”

  I sat up on my elbows but he pushed me back down, “Because of the fertility drugs Bull used?”

  He shrugged making new designs on my arms. “Probably. That’s why I can never have kids. They might have tails.”

  “You’re not an animal Turner. You’re a big fucker, but you’re human all the way. Although you should give the horse you stole that cock from back his penis. That was rude of you to steal that.” I tugged his beard so he’d look at me.

  He wasn’t amused so I continued, “Hey, you’re beautiful, head to toe. You could use a haircut, but otherwise I love looking at you. Every move you make is like music. This house you built is magnificent. You have nothing to be self-conscious about.”

  “I don’t fit in anywhere, even at the club.”

  “The club is your family, of course you fit in there. You wouldn’t have that cut if they didn’t love you for who you are. Just because you tower over everybody and have to turn sideways and duck to get through most doors, doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful.” I assured him.

  “How can you call me beautiful? Have you looked at me? I have scars everywhere, tattoos that don’t make any sense to anyone but me, and I don’t think I’ve looked in a mirror in twenty five years.”

  I waved my hand over my body, “Lick this off, I want to show you something.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. Hurry up, it’s getting late and I’m tired. Do we have to get up early for any reason?” I asked out loud. It just kind of popped in my head and out my mouth before I could stop myself.

  “No. Did you say hurry up?” He’s amused, but started cleaning me with that talented tongue of his.

  “Oooh, never mind, take your time. I can always show you in the morning.”

  “Show me what?”

  “I can’t tell you silly, that’s why I have to OH!! TURNER!! (I smacked him on the back of his head.) What was that for??” He sucked a liitle hard before using his teeth.

  “What’s it like? The pain?” He asked in a husky voice.

  I dug my fingers into his shoulders as his mouth sunk down between my legs. “It burns.”

  “What does burning feel like?” He asked slowly flicking me with his tongue.

  “You’ve never been burnt?”

  “It didn’t hurt.”

  “Have you ever spent years trying to find something and finally give up?”

  “No.”

  “I’m trying to think Turner, but you’re not helping.” I laughed.

  He sucked me hard down there.

  “Oh shit!” It hurt just enough to make his next moves tender and all that much sweeter. “Whoa.”

  “That’s what I don’t get. I want that.”

  “You want pain and pleasure.” I half panted.

  “Yes.”

  “Why didn’t you just ask one of the girls to hit you or something?”

  He touched and stirred me with his fingers. “I did, they can’t hurt me, nobody can. I told you that. I don’t feel pleasure either. Sex is a necessity to keep my nuts from falling off.” He explained.

  I laughed as my spasms built up nicely, he’s so good at this. “I bet I can hurt you.”

  He dove in and I lost my mind. His fingers dug into my thighs and I knew I’d have little bruises. I can’t wait to see them. Reminders of this fantastic multiple orgasm…oh that’s three.

  My body quivered. I grabbed his ears, “Easy baby.”

  He lifted and crawled up to settle on top of me with his tip knocking at my wet door. His eyes were playful, “Just the threat makes me want to fuck you.”

  “You’ll hurt me if you go all at once. It’s been seven years for me Turner.” I reminded him.

  “Tell me when to stop.” He pushed into me just a tad.

  I felt the pinch as he stretched me out. That I expected, but it still made me gasp.

  “You okay?” He asked pulling out to the doorstep.

  “Yes, I’m good. Come back.” I raised my hips to him. “Go slow, I’ll tell you if it hurts too much.”

  His eyes changed, “You’re letting me in?” I felt goose bumps under my fingers.

  I sunk my fingers into his hair, “Do you want in?”

  He could barely breathe, “Are you sure?”

  “Go slow, and stop when I tell you, okay?”

  He bit his lower lip and pushed in again. He stopped where he did before and asked, “Okay?”

  I nodded, “Yes. Are you nervous?” I asked because he’s shaking.

  “No, yes. I don’t know. I want to crawl inside you and wallow around. Your body does things to mine I can’t explain. I’ve never humped a woman’s leg before. You have some kind of voodoo over me woman.”

  “I want you to come inside me.” I pulled his hips so he pushed me apart a little more. I like the way he makes me feel so full. It does feel like he’s crawling inside me. I want him to wallow. “I’m on birth control, give yourself to me.” I promised.

  He set his forehead on mine and bit his lip as he carefully and deliberately took me deeper.

  I encouraged him by pulling his beard when he seemed to want to go deeper. This will become a routine for us to come. My body stretches for him, but it takes time, and communication. His beard is a sensitive tool to reign him in.

  I came first without asking. He lost his as I clamped around him. I felt him shift and reach down to keep himself from sinking too deep into me as he lost himself. I swear I can feel him squirting, or is that me aftershocking all over him? Whatever it is, I’m a trembling mass of Jello.

  He pulled free slowly and I swear my body missed him before he was gone. “Wow.” I reached down and caught him before he completely left me. Something raked through me and I clamped on again. I came so hard on his tip it almost hurt.

  “Damn baby.” He sounded impressed.

  I laughed and let him go. “Sorry, you just feel so good.”

  “Really?” He looked confused, surprised.

  I lifted up using his beard as a guide and kissed him. “Yes, you feel really good, and now you smell good too.” I nibbled his lower pouty lip.

  “I’ve never come inside a woman
before.” He admitted.

  I laid back down, “What? Really?”

  “Condoms don’t work on me, and I don’t trust bitches not to get pregnant. If you do, and decide to keep it, and it kills you, I’ll kill it. No kid will take your place in my life.” He informed me with a look of desperation that got my attention.

  “No kids, got it. Personally I prefer chickens.”

  He smiled so suddenly I think it shocked him. “Very funny Peach.” He rolled off and sat up. “What’s this thing you wanted to do before I almost fucked your brains out?”

  I got up to get a fresh t-shirt. “I can’t wait for real clothes. Please tell me you bought me something feminine.” I took his hand, “Come.”

  He followed touching himself. “That was nice. How long before I can get back in there?” He sounds like a kid with a new toy.

  “Sit.” I pointed to the vanity bench. “Face the mirror.” I instructed and fished around finding the scissors and a comb.

  “Peach?”

  I put his knees together and straddled his lap facing him. “Hold still. You can have some more when I’m done.” I lifted his chin and started combing.

  “That quickly?”

  “Why are you surprised?”

  “You’re tight.”

  I laughed, “Like I said, it’s been while.”

  “I still can’t believe what you did at the end with my tip. That was good, real good.” He’s sated and sounds sleepy now.

  “Want to know a secret?”

  “Always.”

  “You’re the only guy I’ve had an orgasm with.”

  He straightened and looked at me so suddenly I jumped pulling the scissors back afraid I was going to cut him.

  “Your first orgasm?”

  “No, my first non-self-induced orgasm, well before you and your big hands came along.” I assured him. “You’re the first to ever do that, like that.” I felt myself blush unable to find the right words.

  “How is that possible?” He’s genuinely confused.

  I shrugged, “I thought of sex as an obligation to the relationship. Honestly it was kind of gross. You’re different. There’s nothing remotely gross about you. I love the way you touch me. I think you know that.”

  He smiled, “Oh yes, I do. Looks like we both had a couple firsts tonight.”

  “I like it. I like you too, and not just because you have this really cool house that makes me feel like a princess in a castle.”

  “You should feel like a princess. No, a queen. My queen. Do I have your loyalty my queen?” He asked resting his hands on my thighs.

  I stopped cutting for a second to look him in the eyes, “Do you really need to ask me that?”

  He smiled a little, “You are fiercely loyal aren’t you?”

  “Dedication. It’s a lawyer thing.” I stood up.

  “Hey, where are you going?” He asked like I was leaving him for good.

  “I have to do the back. Look in the mirror baby.”

  He was quiet for a full two minutes. I was knelt down behind him combing and trimming. “I look different.”

  “Not really, I just took off the dead stuff, which as a good inch, but it’ll grow back better now.”

  “I don’t care about the length, this is the longest I’ve looked in the mirror in years. I look old.”

  “You do not, you look twenty years younger than you are.” I told him.

  “You’re just saying that to be nice.”

  I looked over his shoulder for his reflection, “Really? Do I look like the type of woman to blow smoke up your ass?”

  He smiled and spun around to cup my face and set those beautiful light blue eyes on mine. “I want you, now.”

  “Just be easy, you were barely halfway in before,” I reminded him.

  “No.” His eyes darkened. “No pleasure. Do you trust me?”

  “Not at all.” I laughed, “Yes, I trust you. What do you want to do to me?”

  “I want to tie you up.” He said seriously.

  “No blood?”

  “No blood, and all you have to do is say stop. Any sign of hurting you and I will stop. I don’t want to hurt you, but I want you to show me what it’s like to feel.”

  I finally got it. Turner can’t feel pleasure or pain. He’s completely numb. “Tell me you love me.”

  “You know I love you, or you wouldn’t be here.”

  “Tell me to trust you.”

  “If you couldn’t trust me you’d be dead by now with that smart lawyer mouth of yours.” He argued.

  I took his hand and pulled him over to the bed. “Lay on your back.” I ordered .

  He raised one eyebrow, “Ordering me around now wife?”

  “First of all, I’m not your wife. Second of all, you need to be disciplined. You’re a very bad man Mr. Colson, very bad. Lay on your back and take your punishment like a man.” I pushed against his chest.

  He went surprisingly easily, “Are you trying to dominate me woman?”

  I pinched his nipple hard, “Are you trying to dominate me woman, what?” I challenged full of myself. This is fun.

  He took the bait, hook, line, and sinker, “Miss Pine, are you trying to dominate me?”

  I reached down and set his tip at my threshold, “Say please.”

  He smiled wickedly, “Excuse me?”

  “Say please.” I encouraged running my hand up and down his shaft.

  “Please?” He looked uncertain. Perfect.

  “No. You’re going to beg for me.”

  His expression flattened. “I don’t beg.”

  “Then we’re done here.” I hopped off and grabbed his robe to wrap up in. I looked back at his gorgeously shocked face. “I’m going to curl up by the fire. You look good by the way.” I wiggled my fingers at him and went to find the couch.

  I was almost asleep when he showed up and sat by my feet taking my left foot in his massaging hand.

  I looked up with one eye, “Hi you.”

  He wouldn’t look at me. “Hey.”

  I put my head back down and looked into the fire, “Are you mad at me?”

  “No.”

  “Do you want to spank me?”

  “Yes.” He admitted like he was ashamed.

  I sat up and crawled over to put my head in his lap. I settled in and braced myself. “Go ahead. I can take it.”

  He rubbed my butt and I could tell by his breathing that he wasn’t into it.

  “It’s okay, it just stings for a minute.” I tried to assure him.

  “No.” His voice cracked.

  “Just do it lightly then, my shorts will help buffer it.” I just want him to get this out of his system.

  He started rubbing my back gently. “I can’t.”

  I rolled over to face him and cuddle up, “It’s okay sweetie, you’re pretty good at it. The sting is like a crazy booster to the orgasm. For someone who doesn’t feel anything, you make me feel pretty amazing.”

  He searched my eyes, “Will you marry me and keep my confidence?”

  Oh boy. This is the ultimate question. The biker’s oath to his old lady. If I say yes, this man is mine for life. Legal or not, our future rides on my answer. I bit my lip and tried to picture my life without him.

  Point blank, there is no future without this big, beautiful, crazy man.

  I reached for him, “You have all of me. Everything I am belongs to you.”

  He scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. “What was that earlier?”

  “You expect me to do everything you want, I was just curious how far it went in the other direction. You’re no fun to order around.”

  He set me on the bed, “Why am I no fun to order around?”

  “Because you don’t like it.” I climbed between the sheets.

  “It was new, so was you walking out. Don’t tease me woman.” He scolded me.

  I laughed reaching for him. “What are you going to do about it? Smother me in your sleep, oh wait, you already do that.”

>   I was surprised how well my body took him.

  He grinned down at me, “I can’t seem to get enough of you. Just the way you smell under your ear makes me hard. When you squirm, OH, yeah, like that, I want to OH SHIT!”

  I let go and arched my hips to take him fully into me. It hurt like hell.

  He came deep and I swear my kidney moved.

  I dug my fingers into his butt. “Don’t move.”

  “I can’t” He laughed.

  I clenched, “No laughing!!”

  “Oh sweet peach.” He snuck his hand around, stirred up my juices and went to the back door. He teased, but kept his distance.

  “Easy baby, unchartered territory there.” I informed him.

  “I know. Relax, I’m just touching.” He assured me.

  I felt my body give under him. “Just be easy.”

  He kissed me sweetly and backed off. “I won’t hurt my wife. I love you Georgia.”

  I gripped his beard and made him look at me, “Do you even know what love is?”

  He nibbled my nose and then my jaw, “Love is knowing you’d die for her. Love is knowing you can’t live without her. I can’t live without you Peach. I won’t.” He promised.

  I had to sink my hands in his hair and grip to get him to look at me, “Why the bossy?”

  He smiled. “Wrap that beautiful mouth around my cock.”

  I rolled my eyes, “Seriously?”

  He rolled taking me with him. “Yes.”

  I’m straddling him now, and because he’s so compliant I decide to test him, or just play. I guess it’s one and the same.

  I crossed my arms and sat up with his erection under me, not in me. “I want to play a game.”

  He raised an eyebrow intrigued, “Go on.”

  “Have you ever let anyone boss you around?” I asked slowly taking his big hands in mine.

  “No, of course not.” He’s so cute when he’s confused.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “As much as I can, more than most I suppose. Why? Are you going to try and boss me around Miss Pine?” Now he’s amused.

  “Something like that. Put your hands behind your head and keep them there. If you move, I’ll stop and leave the room. Any questions?”

  “This is a first.” He tucked his hands firmly behind his head.

  I started kissing under his ear. “Do what I tell you Mr. Colson. Hesitate and the game ends immediately.”