Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series

by Reese Madison

  “Don’t threaten me Peach, have your fun, but keep in mind I’m a lot bigger than you are.”

  I bit his shoulder hard.

  “Ow, shit.” He kept his hands still despite the pain. “What the fuck?”

  “I don’t remember telling you to talk, hush.” I bit him again and continued south.

  “Oh, you’re good.” He squirmed.

  I ran my tongue around a scar on his chest, “What’s this one from?”

  “Lack of sleep.” He squirmed.

  “Hold still Turner, I’m not going to tell you again.” I tried to sound mean, but I doubt it had the effect I was going for. It’s hard to sound stern when you really just want to climb on board and ride him into submission.

  I found a long scar and nibbled my way over to it. “And this one?”

  “Hungry. I fuck up when my body isn’t properly maintained.”

  I bit him again.

  “Ow, dammit.” He cussed but didn’t tell me to stop. “Do it again.”

  I bit him a little harder right on his hip bone.

  He arched and sat up flipping me under him trapping my wrists and hovering with a mix of lust and anger floating around those glaciers he calls eyes. “How are you able to hurt me??”

  “You love me, everything I do to you will be different.” He shifted and set himself ready to take me.

  “You sound so sure.”

  “You said it yourself.” I reminded him. “Take it easy, remember?”

  “So I did.” He lifted up and looked down at me, “What about you?”

  “What about me?”

  “Are you placating me?”

  “Why would I do that? If I wanted out I’d tell you. I won’t lie and tell you I love you, because personally I don’t believe in love, but I do care a great deal about you.” I explained guiding him gently into me.

  “It has to be love.” He buried his face in my neck, “There’s no other explanation.” He pushed me apart painfully.

  “Oh shit, Turner, take it easy baby.” I begged digging my fingers into his side.

  “You’re going to feel me. I want you to know I was here, and that I’ll always be here.” He took my hands and trapped them over my head. His eyes begged me, “Look at me while I claim you completely.”

  I had to bite my lower lip pretty hard to keep from screaming as he slowly descended into me. It hurt like hell, but when he landed deep and stopped I felt my body relax around him.

  He kissed along my jawline, “You okay?”

  “I think so. How’s my kidney?” I laughed.

  “Oh shit.” He twitched inside me. “No fair laughing.” He smiled and dropped his forehead on my shoulder, “No fair at all.”

  “Wow, you’re easy.” I hugged him.

  “Oh, I’m not done with you my queen.” He exhaled, “You smell so good.” He started kissing my face then hovered to look me in the eye. “Will you tolerate my insanity and stay with me forever?”

  “Do I have a choice?” I teased tracing his tattoos on his chest.

  “No, not really.”

  “What if I said I didn’t want this?” I need to know.

  He narrowed his eyes, “I’d call you a liar Miss Pine.”

  I laughed, “And you would be correct Mr. Colson.”

  He relaxed, “You are a trying woman aren’t you?”

  “And you love me. Who would have thought the least submissive woman on earth would steal your heart?” I asked running my fingers through his hair and over his strong features, and that pouty lip.

  He took my finger between his teeth and moved his hips reminding me he was still there, and not going anywhere judging from the tapping my kidney is getting.

  I brought him down for a kiss and let the feeling of him filling me so completely consume me. He barely moved inside me before I came easily on him.

  “Look at me baby.” He ordered.

  I didn’t even know my eyes were closed. I love his eyes, “Sorry. I get caught up.”

  He smiled, “Open your mouth.”

  “What?” I laughed.

  “Say ‘Ah’.” He looks amused, playful.

  I did. “Ahhh.”

  He closed one eye and looked downy throat, “Yup, there I am.”

  I cracked up and smacked his shoulder, “That’s not right.”

  He rolled taking me with him.

  I had to sit slowly. “Oh wow.” He reached new depths and I’m pretty sure he’s tapping my tonsils now. “Good lord.” My body completely convulsed around him. I gripped his chest hair and came again, “What the hell are you doing to me?”

  His hands locked on my hips and rocked me about three times. We crashed hard into each other. I couldn’t kiss him hard enough as our bodies throbbed breathlessly against each other. Who knew sex could feel so good?

  “Is it always like this?” I asked into his ear as we recovered without moving.

  “No baby. Never. I haven’t come twice in one day in twenty years. Whatever voodoo you’re working is pretty powerful. Don’t ever let go baby. Don’t ever let go.” He hugged me and rolled me back under him.

  I felt sad as he pulled slowly free.

  “Don’t pout my love, I’ll be back, a lot.” He assured me. “Right now my private line is ringing. Stay here.” He got up and opened the drawer in the nightstand to pull an iPhone out.

  He handed it to me, “It’s Slider, he knows you’ll speak for me.” He hit the Answer.

  I hit Speaker, “Hi Slider. How’s it going?”

  “Shitty. I’m assuming Turner is there?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. He’s needed for a job. Take his RV and go get Lou and some bitch in North Carolina. He’s calling in a favor. Also, the mob is involved, so lay low and stay armed.”

  “Where in North Carolina?”

  “He’ll contact you in two days. Do me a favor and haul ass. We need to get them west of the Mississippi as soon as possible. I can’t protect them in my sister’s territory.”

  “You have a sister?” I asked, oh yeah, I remember now...

  “Trust me, you don’t want to run into her. Leave now.” He ordered and hung up.

  I looked at Turner, “Do you have an RV?”

  “He knows I do. This is too dangerous for you if he wants me to take the RV. It’s like a tank, almost bullet-proof, but I can’t risk you. Stay here.”

  “Fuck that.” I barely escaped his reach. “Oh no you don’t.” I ran to the bathroom to start a shower. “Slider says we have to go now. There’s no time to argue.” I told him when he joined me.

  “I’m not arguing about this Peach, you’re staying here where I know you’re safe.”

  “Nope, not going to happen.” I declared. “You can leave me here, but I know my way down. I will follow you.”

  He gave me a dirty look. “I’ll chain you to the house.”

  I laughed, “And I’ll charm Mrs. Henderson into letting me out five minutes after you leave.”

  He looked at me for a couple seconds, “Yes, I can imagine you would.”

  “Just give me a gun or two, I’ll be fine.”

  “The RV is loaded. If anything happens to you I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

  “Ditto. Now turn around so I can get your back.”

  He turned, “How is it you’re bossing me around now?”

  “Easy, I have the pussy.” I laughed and smacked his butt.

  He groaned and leaned his head back, “Ah yes, and a sweet one it is.”

  9

  He called a helicopter to pick us up and hour later. My first helicopter ride, and I got to sit up front. Turner’s weight forces him to the back, according to the pilot, unless he’s the one piloting. Turner can fly? I’ll have to ask him about that later.

  An hour or so after that he opened the garage door of a random storage unit and revealed his RV.

  I shook my head as he climbed in and started it up to pull it outside. “Holy shit.” I laughed as the beast rolled out. It’s big, like Tu
rner. Everything is big with this guy. Sheesh.

  He waved me around to get in the passenger side and waved off the driver who brought us here in a large SUV. Nobody spoke to each other, so I don’t know names. Everything just kind of happens around Turner. Nobody asks questions. It’s weird.

  Now that we’re alone I asked him, “How did the pilot and driver know what to do?”

  “I texted them when we got out of the shower.”

  “OH. Duh.” I laughed at myself.

  “Can you drive this rig?” He asked fishing for something under the seat.

  “Probably.” I’ve driven RV’s before, but not this big.

  “Good, when I get her on the freeway you can take over.” He pulled a big black box from under his seat and held it out for me. “Take this.”

  I got up and pulled it into my lap. “What’s this?”

  “Your gun. Make sure you’re ready to obliterate anything you shoot, those are special bullets in that baby.”

  I opened the case, “Nice. It’s big.” It’s a huge revolver, to most it looks like a .45, but I know it’s a .50.

  “It’ll kick the shit out of your arms. I want you well protected since you don’t follow orders.” He scolded me.

  “You need to eat.” I suddenly remembered he hasn’t eaten in a while. We’ve only lived together a little over a week, but I’ve seen him crash from lack of sustenance.

  “I know.” He looks annoyed. “Come take the wheel. I need to do a few things before we can stop.”

  I slid in and took over as he got up. I wish I could have stolen a kiss along the way, but he’s focused.

  “Eight million dollar rig and he’s got me playing taxi in enemy territory.” He complained going to the back.

  “Eight million dollars???” I asked over my shoulder.

  “Give or take.” He’s lifting seats and pulling out guns and some other shit I can’t tell what is.

  “What’s your sister’s name?” I asked checking my speed against the sign.

  “Evil, pure evil. Don’t worry about her, just drive.” He’s back in bossy mode.

  I let my mind wander to a couple hours ago when he was blissfully inside me and smiling. I miss that Turner, but then again, this one is pretty sexy too.

  Finally he came up and sat in the passenger seat. “Lou and I have run jobs together before. We communicate using sign language, or our version there of. The rules still apply, do not speak to him, or whoever he’s in charge of, unless I tell you.”

  I laughed. “Nice try Turner, but forget it.”

  “Forget what? You still have to obey me woman.” He put a gun under the seat.

  “We’ll see.”

  “Georgia.” He said with warning.

  I glanced at him and smiled, “What?”

  “You do what I tell you.”

  “You can’t spank me while I’m driving.” I informed him.

  “Pull over, now.” He ordered.

  I laughed and shook my head, “No way baby.”

  He got up and kissed the top of my head, “You’re a brat. Find a Burger King and stop there. I won’t spank you because I know you’re smart enough to do what I tell you. Besides, you’re cute when you’re defiant.”

  I looked in the mirror as he went to the back to open cabinets and work a safe. “What’s in there?”

  “Just some cash. Are you going to be able to navigate this thing off the freeway?”

  “If not I’ll stop and you can take over. You’re really not going to spank me?” I was almost disappointed.

  “Not right now. I get the feeling you’ll accumulate quite a few by the time I get around to it.” He assured me and stuffed a wad of cash in my purse. “If we get separated for any reason I want you to go immediately back to the house in Colorado. There’s a map in with the money.”

  “Okay, I guess. I don’t want us to get separated, somebody has to cover your back, might as well be an award-winning markswoman.” I teased.

  “That is a plus.” He said absently looking around now.

  “What are you looking for?”

  “I forgot where I put the panel.”

  “The what?” He’s so ruggedly beautiful. Blonde hair and blue eyes, there’s nothing ordinary about this man.

  “Panel.” He’s running his hands alone the walls. “Shit. I hate it when I hide things from myself.”

  I laughed, “You are so funny sometimes.”

  “It’s not funny, I need this shit.” He’s tapping and touching everything. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ah-ha. Got it.” He smacked something and the table started lifting straight up and flipped so the bottom was facing Turner like giant TV screen.

  “What the hell is that?”

  “Control panel. I have a thing for technology. My brother Joe knows some seriously talented people. Took us a year to design this bitch. Then I had to spend three months in Afghanistan with that fucker.”

  “You did? When?”

  “About three years ago I guess. He needed extra muscle for a job. Nobody knew I was there. Call it back-up if you want.” He shrugged. “We met when we could and worked on the CPU for this puppy. His friends took it from there and designed the rig around the capabilities of the computer.”

  “Damn, that’s cool.”

  “Agreed.” He’s busy pushing buttons and I got a flashback to Robert Downy Jr. in Ironman. All Turner needs is a haircut and an iron suit.

  He caught me looking at him in the mirror, “Eyes on the road baby.”

  “Okay okay, sheesh.” I caught a Burger King sign a few minutes later.

  10

  He took over driving after that. I took a nap on the couch. When I woke up it was because he was calling my name, “Georgia, wake up love.”

  I groaned and stretched, “No.”

  “Up you go baby, I gotta pee and you need to take over. Lou texted me, we need to keep moving to get him out of there as soon as possible, so no stopping.” He explained.

  I got up and went to him, “Okay, go.”

  “You go first, hurry up.” He smacked my butt.

  “Good idea.” Now that he mentioned it, I do have to pee.

  When I got back I stole a kiss this time as I took over.

  He copped a feel under my shirt, “Behave. It wouldn’t take much to sit back under you and have you ride me while you drive.” He threatened.

  My goodies smiled, Somebody talking to us? Shut up and go away. I laughed at myself and looked in the mirror. “You should eat and sleep.”

  “I know, don’t nag.” He pulled out one of the four salads I’d gotten at Burger King.

  “I thought old ladies were supposed to nag their old men. In fact, I think it’s in writing somewhere.”

  “Want a burger?” He offered heating one up for himself.

  “Yes, please.” I can’t stop looking at him in the mirror.

  “Eyes on the road baby.” He caught me, again.

  “I can’t help it. This domestic side of you is really hot.”

  “Keep it up.” He handed me a burger and kissed the top of my head. “ I’m going to sleep for a bit.”

  “Okay.”

  “Stay on this road, don’t pull over unless you wake me up first.”

  “No problem. Sleep good.” I thought he was going to go in the back, but instead he ate that burger in two bites and sat down with his back to the back of the front passenger seat and pulled his knees up to rest his arms on. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

  “Turner?”

  “Hmm.”

  “Why don’t you go lay down in the back?”

  “Too far. You can put the radio on if you want.”

  “Too far from me, or the front?”

  “Hush baby.” He said softly and I swear he flipped an internal switch that shut him down. I wish I could sleep like that.

  I found a Classic Vinyl station and sat back wishing I’d gotten something to drink earlier. I looked down. Cool, he left some tea in the cup for me. It’s watered
down, but it did the trick.

  Turner started talking in his sleep a while later. At first I thought he was talking to me, but he wasn’t making any sense. I still can’t figure out what he’s saying.

  It didn’t look like the violent nightmare from before so I reached over and put my hand on his elbow, “Wake up sweetie.”

  He was instantly awake and blinking. “What time is it?”

  “Time for me to take a pee break.”

  He got up and took the wheel as I set the cruise control. “Go.” He sounds like he’s on autopilot.

  I all but ran to the back to relieve myself.

  When I got back he said, “I’m going to stop for real food, this fast food is making me sick.”

  “Okay. If you stop at a grocery store I’ll run in.” I offered.

  “No, you don’t go anywhere without me until this shit with Lou is done.”

  Shopping with Turner was an experience. He bulldozes his way past, through, and around people like they’re not even there. I just followed in his wake tossing things in the cart.

  I tried to take the cart from him so nobody got impaled, but I got a dirty look that made some lady gasp and shoot him a dirty look.

  I rolled my eyes and kept shopping.

  Five hundred dollars and an hour later we were back in the RV. I made him a couple sandwiches before going about putting things away.

  “When you finish there I want you to pull up the control panel. I’m going to run some tests, you can help.” He said between bites.

  “How does it open again?”

  “Push the wall to the left of the window, you’ll feel it give before you see it.”

  I rushed through putting the stuff away so I could get to that control panel. I wonder what this thing can do.

  I felt around on the wall and sure enough it dented in a little like a car would if you leaned into it too hard. The table silently slid up into place.

  “Have a seat Peach.” Turner said flipping a switch under the dash. “Activate voice command.”

  A female computer voice replied. “Voice command ready.”

  “Add new user, Georgia Pine.”

  “Georgia Pine.” She repeated. “Please proceed.”

  “Georgia, say hello to Daisy.”