Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series

by Reese Madison

  “I’m going to hurt you.” He changed lanes.

  “Pull over.”

  He looked at me, “What?”

  “Pull over, right now.”

  He put the brakes on and took us off the first exit. “What are you doing?”

  “Lock her up Daisy, this is going to take a while.” I grabbed his wrist. “Come with me.”

  “No.” He pulled back like the tree he is. “I’ll hurt you again.”

  I crossed my arms in front of him, “I can do this all day.”

  “What exactly are you doing?”

  “Waiting for you to get up and come with me.”

  “Sex is not going to fix this Peach.”

  “I didn’t say anything about sex.”

  “Then what do you want?”

  “I want you to stop being so stubborn and come with me!” I pulled his arm again.

  This time he followed me, “I don’t like surprises woman.”

  “This is nothing you haven’t seen before.” I stripped down and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. I put his hand on my hip. “Remember this one?”

  “That’s not funny Georgia.” He always uses my name when he’s getting mad at me.

  I moved his hand and picked up the other one to rest on my shoulder, “This is my favorite.”

  “Don’t do that. I left bruises, dark ones. I thought you could handle this, but I can’t have people thinking I beat my wife.”

  “So you’re just going to drop me off and run away? Is that your idea of fixing this?”

  “I don’t know what to do.” He snapped.

  I reached around to his lower back and pulled his gun out. I put it in his hand facing me. “Then get it over with now.”

  He immediately put the gun down on the counter. “I’m not going to kill you.”

  “You promised, remember? There’s no out for me, right?”

  “I said I’d let you go.” He said it so low I almost had to ask him to repeat it.

  “Right, because you want me to move on? Get married? Have kids with another man?” I asked challenging him.

  His face changed to that of pure anger, “Don’t…even

  “Right. That’s what I thought.” The power just shifted from his foot, to mine, and back again. “Where are we going now?”

  “Vegas.” He backed me down the hall. “No woman has ever talked to me like that before.”

  “Would you have allowed it?”

  “Hell no.”

  “That’s why you need me. No more talk about breaking up, okay?”

  “That’s why we’re going to Vegas, you’re going to marry me so everyone knows I’m not keeping you against your will.”

  “My word isn’t enough?”

  “No, especially with these bruises, and you need time to heal.” He looked me over as I crawled back on the bed. “I need to be more careful.”

  “We’ll work on that, but right now I want to play.”

  He picked up my foot and gently bit. “You broke a lot of rules the last week wife.” He scolded me.

  I squirmed, “That tickles.”

  He pressed his thumb into the base making me moan, “It’s wrong of me to like marking you.”

  “True, but since I didn’t realize how bad it was, you can’t be hurting me that bad. I probably bruise too easy.”

  “Don’t make excuses for me. I know it’s wrong.” He assured me as he descended losing his shirt along the way.

  “Maybe you should tell me why you like leaving marks.”

  He settled onto his side next to me and traced various fingertip bruises. “I remember doing this one and thinking you’d remember me for a long time afterwards.”

  “Like I could forget you? I don’t think so. Even after the bruises are long gone I’d still think about you all the time.”

  “Why?”

  “Why would I think about you?” I asked because it seemed like a dumb question. I haven’t stopped thinking about him since the first time he assaulted me in the parking lot with that needy greedy kiss of his.

  “Yes.”

  “Turner, you all but attacked me. A girl doesn’t forget a three hundred pound stranger humping her leg.” I laughed and tugged on his beard, “Plus you’re kind of cute.”

  “Cute is not a the word I would choose to describe myself, and it’s closer to three-fifty.” He scolded me.

  “I think you’re cute, especially when you give me dirty looks. Makes me want to kiss your three-hundred and fifty pound cranky butt.”

  “I think you like annoying me Miss Pine.” He accused pinching a nipple.

  “Your eyes get all dark and seductive when you get like this.” I looked up for him. “Except they’re not. What’s wrong?”

  “I’m afraid to touch you.”

  “Don’t be afraid to touch me Turner Colson. I’ll tell you when you get too rough.”

  “No you won’t. I left all these and didn’t know it.”

  “Like I said, they look worse than they are. How about we put some limits on where I get these marks.”

  “I’m afraid my self control with you won’t allow for that.” He admitted.

  “Then one day at a time. I wish you had told me why you really didn’t want me to see my dad.”

  “I couldn’t explain it to you at the time. Barbie seemed to handle it well enough for me.” He complained. “I didn’t like her sticking her nose in our marriage.”

  “We’re not married.”

  “Yet. Vegas is about four hours away baby, you better get ready.”

  “I am not marrying you in Vegas, Red and Joe did that, it’s not for me.”

  “Then pick the place, now.” He started letting his hand wander.

  “Why are you in such a hurry to get married?”

  “I told you, everyone needs to know you’re with me because you want to be. Answering for those bruises is going to get me killed.”

  “I would never let that happen.”

  “You don’t get a say. Slider will take my colors for this.” He ran his finger around the biggest bruise on my hip. That was an accident, he fell with his hand under me. I remember feeling it, but it didn’t bother me enough to say anything. Turner might be rough, but he listens if I say it’s too much. He might not trust himself, but I trust him.

  “I have an idea.” I sat up and climbed on his stomach to straddle him.

  “I’m listening.” His eyes are still light, but he seems to be relaxing more now.

  “Keep the bruising to where I can cover it. Let me see my dad when I look human again, and I’ll marry you the next stop afterwards.” I bargained.

  “Marry me before you see your father.” He countered.

  “You really don’t trust me do you?”

  “No.” He seemed unhappy about it.

  “I barely know you. What if you flip out on me? What if you decide this is a huge mistake?”

  “All I hear is you you you. Where do you stand?”

  “I want you to trust me before I marry you.”

  “Will you marry me Georgia Pine?”

  “Yes, but not until you take me to see my father. I need you to trust me if I’m going to marry you. Prove it to me by letting me see my father first!.” I’m tired of talking in circles and getting mad.

  “I told you, I don’t trust you.”

  “Then you’re going to have a hard time keeping up with me Mr. Colson.”

  “What are you talking about?” He lifted up and looked down at me suspiciously.

  “Daisy??” I asked looking up, now it’s a private joke.

  “Yes Miss?” She asked sweetly.

  “Proceed to the coordinates I gave you. See to it no over ride is allowed other than a life threatening one. Feel free to knock his big ass out if I say the word.”

  He’s giving me that look I want to kiss off his face. “How did you overtake my computer?”

  “Easy, I majored in law and minored in software design. I actually went to school with the guy who w
rote a program similar to this. The platform is shaky due to the AI technology. I’ll give your guy credit, he’s good, but as with most hackers he left a back door. It’s a rookie mistake really, or he left it there on purpose..”

  “You’re a fucking hacker???” He sat up.

  I laughed, “I told you to research your victims. Yes Turner, I’m a hacker. I’m also a waitress, a bartender, a horse shoer, and an expert marksman. Anything else you want to know?”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked realizing the engine had started. Daisy can manage just fine without us so he settled back down. “I don’t like you very much right now.”

  I propped up on my elbows, “I’m not as delicate as you think. Daisy is going to take me to my house. I’m going to take a shower, call my dad, and go have dinner with him. You’re going to stay here.”

  “Like hell.”

  “You’ll be fifty foot away in the parking lot.”

  “You’ll have Daisy lock me in if you run.” He accused looking nervous.

  “I’m not running Turner, and Daisy can be easily overtaken again with a little thought on your part. She’s good, but you’re still operator owner. I need you to do this with me. I need you to tell my father you love me, and that you want to marry me for that reason. This is important, to me, and to him.”

  He closed his eyes. “Tradition.”

  “No. Respect. My father trusts me. I can explain the bruises, and the whirlwind romance.”

  He snorted interrupting me. “Bullshit. Daisy, activate Turner five-seven-five, and shut down. You bitch.” Oh shit, he’s mad. He took my hand and rubbed my ring finger, “You never cease to bore wife.” His eyes darkened as he looked at me. “Now you pay.”

  I swallowed, “Shit.”

  He smiled, “I’ll take you to your father, but you don’t leave my sight. If you’re fucking with me, I’ll kill you both.”

  “Slider might have a problem with that.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me, “Colorado baby. I can, and will, take you home and hide you for the rest of your life, they will never find either of us. Tying you to the bed is one of many fantasies involving bondage if I deem necessary.” He threatened.

  The idea woke my goodies. Somebody say kinky sex? Shut up. “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me.” He threatened.

  “Fine. At least put some kind of engagement ring on my finger so it looks real.”

  He took a large ring with a big square topaz off one of his fingers. Turner wears a lot of rings. I like to play with them. He put it on my wedding ring finger.

  “I’ll get you a better one later.”

  I looked at it. It’s worn, but solid. I like the almost older feel it has. Turner is a few years older than me, and I love it. He has this kind of power over me with the age difference. I kind of like it. Maybe I’m as sick as he is.

  “No, this is perfect.” I looked up, “Unless you want it back.”

  “No. That’s yours.”

  “Can I ask you why all the rings?” I relaxed liking that he’d given a piece of himself to me.

  He settled down, “I’m a collector.”

  “Of rings?”

  “Of fine things. Each of these is hand made. Like Daisy. Like you.”

  I blinked, “Wow.”

  He smiled, “Wow what? Wow I have good taste?”

  “No. Wow you would include me in that category. Yeah, I can shoot, and I like to cook, but Turner, I’m overweight and unremarkable, everything you’re not. Why me??”

  He rolled those perfect blue eyes, “Whoever led you to believe that was a blind fool. You’re not overweight, in fact, I need you to put on a few pounds so I don’t break your hip. And if someone led you to believe you were anything less than remarkable, then they’re the idiot. I’ve spent my entire life looking for you. Remarkable is an understatement.” He declared and kissed me into a sexual oblivion. Damn he’s good.

  A knock on the door woke me up. “Police! Open up! You’re on private property!”

  I grabbed my robe and ran to the door, with my gun tucked in my pocket. I’m still paranoid. I opened the door seeing uniforms, “Sorry officers, my husband wasn’t feeling well so we pulled over. I’ll move now.”

  “I need to see your driver’s license and registration ma’am.” He ordered looking inside.

  Turner stepped down past me in only his jeans with his wallet in hand, “My wife doesn’t have ID at the moment, her wallet was stolen. I was driving, and will move us to a campground. I apologize for the inconvenience.” He said it so perfectly I almost came in my pants. This is the first time I’ve heard him speak to anyone but me, and the commanding, confident tone, is deeper now than when he talks to me.

  The officers were swept up like me. “You can take your time, it’s not being used. Just clear off when you feel better Detective Colson.”

  Turner nodded and handed me his wallet, “Put that in the safe.”

  I looked at it getting a weird feeling. I dared to open the trifold and felt my eyes pop open, “You’re a fucking cop??”

  He laughed, “Not really, that’s an old badge. If he’d bothered to look at the expiration date he’d know I was retired.”

  “Then what would you have done?”

  “Showed him the DEA one. I have an arsenal of badges. If we were in a hurry I’d show him the active one, but I was bored.”

  “Active one??” I asked following him to the safe.

  He took the wallet, “It’s a long story baby.”

  “I’m listening. You want me to marry you Turner Colson, you better fess up.” I sat on the bed, “Now.”

  He flopped down on the bed and looked at the ceiling, “You’ve heard how Bull broke his sons right?”

  “I know he did, but I don’t know how.”

  “How isn’t important. I was the only one he couldn’t break. He sent me away, along with Chardonnay.”

  “You left that part out earlier.”

  “I ran off instead of killing the foster parents. She hated me for it.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I went through college, academy training, FBI, CIA, you name it, I’ve worn the badge.”

  “That’s impressive.”

  “And tiring. I pulled four as a straight up Navy Seal. Blasted through their training so bad it pissed Joe off to no end. It was a great fight. We still laugh about it.”

  “You were a Seal too?”

  He shrugged, “Sort of. I only did certain jobs.. That’s complicated too.”

  “You weren’t part of that team…

  He laughed, “No. They didn’t need me for that.” He shifted and touched my jaw, “I’ll take it easy on the bruising, as I’m finding it less of a need to mark you. You can see you father, on our wedding day. That’s the last compromise you’ll get from me on this.” He warned.

  I sighed, “You drive a hard bargain.”

  “I love you Georgia Pine, you will be mine.”

  I laughed because he’s so sweet when he’s worried, “I love you too Turner Colson. Now get down here and make love to me before we get kicked off the property, again.”

  He stopped just short of my lips to his, “I have a Do Not Disturb sign on my driver’s license.”

  I laughed and bit his lower lip, “You didn’t show them your driver’s license.”

  “Shit, see what you do to me?” He made love to me very gently. Too gently. I almost said something, but I knew he needed to know he could be gentle. He needed to know he could do this. Maybe I do too.

  I got up and flinched when my hip almost gave out. He likes my hips and might have nibbled a little too hard when he woke up horny as hell a few hours ago.

  “You okay?” He asked as I flipped on the bathroom light.

  “Oh yeah, just half asleep.” I looked in the mirror, “Holy hell I look fucked.” I laughed. My hair is all but straight up.

  He leaned in the doorjamb, “You’re beautiful as always.” He moved my robe aside and shook his head,
“You really have to tell me when I do that.”

  I poked at the red spots. “It’s fine. You did good keeping it under the jeans.” I hopped up and kissed him before squatting to pee. We’ve peed in the woods together a few times, so it wasn’t a big deal.

  When I was finished he hugged me, “I want to take you home with a marriage certificate.”

  “I just want to take you home.” I took his hand leading him back to the kitchen. “Hungry?”

  “Are you going to feed me?” He asked more relaxed than I’ve seen him to date.

  “Do I have a choice?”

  He sat on the couch and picked up the remote, “If I don’t I’ll crash out on you.”

  “Oh thank God, a break.” I teased starting a feast for him. He likes pasta with fresh vegetables.

  “I don’t know why I tolerate that smart mouth of yours.”

  “Because you like kissing it. Do you want garlic bread?”

  “Yes. Make a salad too, it’s been a while since you’ve cooked for me. I like your cooking.” He said so easily I smiled as my eyebrows hit the roof.

  “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me.” I laughed.

  “So, ‘nice tits’ didn’t do it for you?” He found a baseball game and tuned me out.

  At least until I sat on his lap with food. “Hello gorgeous.” I greeted him with a forkful.

  He took it. “You made my favorite.”

  “You eat everything.”

  “Not anymore, I prefer my peaches.” He flirted enjoying the attention.

  “Gross Turner.” I scolded him.

  He took another bite, “I didn’t do that very often to be honest. It was not a requirement with the women I slept with.”

  “Is that what it is? A requirement?”

  “I guess. It didn’t have appeal until you, let’s put it that way.”

  “I’ve seen Goat, he lives for

  He interrupted me, “Really Peach?” He took the bite I offered and slurred, “Eat.”

  I took a bite. “Well, I thought it was like catnip for men.”

  He narrowed his eyes, “No. Too much perfume on regulars, and one night stands are too easy, you don’t want to go down there.”

  I laughed feeding him, “That’s nasty.”

  He shrugged, “It’s true. You on the other hand haven’t been touched in so long it’s almost like honey. By the way, you’re ovulating.”