Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series Page 2

  She refused to relent this time so I gripped harder to warn her this is what I want, and slid my fingers under the thong women call panties. Honestly, why bother?

  I made quick work of the flimsy fabric and tossed the lacy barriers in the fire. She won’t be needing those any more.

  She was all but screaming in my mouth now, which I know means she’s hit the limit. Limits I know.

  I let her mouth go first, then her hair after a stern warning with my eyes.

  She nodded, probably agreeing just so I’d let go.

  I kept one eye on her as I picked up my leather jacket, or cut if you will, and put it around her shoulders.

  She took it gladly now wrapping it around her and zipping up inside to hide her perfectly curved body. I can’t wait to get those tits out of that bra.

  “I can’t believe Slider let this happen!! I know I owe him, but this?? What the fuck?” She stomped around the campfire glaring at me for answers.

  I started dinner figuring she’d calm down eventually. Being almost naked should humble her a little.

  Although her lack of shyness surprised me. She boldly walked up to me and stuck her finger in my face, “I don’t give a fuck who you are, take me home.”

  I smiled on the inside and reached down to tug on my jacket she’s wearing. She should know I’m not going to take her back, and certainly not dressed like this.

  She moved her hands to her hips straightening. “Give me my clothes back. Pervert.”

  Oh sweet girl, you have no idea.

  “What is that look for??” She stomped her foot and growled at me, “WHAT DO YOU WANT???” Her face flushed red with anger.

  If I wasn’t so hungry I’d turn her over my knee now. Instead I went around her to my cooler to get the food. Every couple days I spend an hour or so making prepared meals to stack neatly in my cooler.

  I used to eat restaurant food, fast food, or junk meals from the grocery store. About six years ago I got really sick and almost died, at least that’s how it felt. Being up alone on a mountain with what I’m guessing was salmonella had me re-thinking my processes.

  Now I have a solar powered cooler that makes packing a little trickier at times, but otherwise it’s been an asset to my health. This body is not something that can be neglected, or it goes down hard and fast. Thanks Dad.

  My father had this crazy idea he was going to make as many big sons as he could. He hired some crazy bitch to come up with a drug he could give his various women he cheated on Mom with to increase the chances of conception, and the size of the babies.

  As far as we know there’s twelve full-blood brothers, un-told half-brothers, and one full-blood sister. I get chills when I think about my sister. Something about that drug fucked her up. Evidently it was engineered for the male chromosome, not female.

  Something hard hit me in the shoulder as a rock bounced off me and onto the ground.

  I looked up from my thoughts to find Georgia had loaded her arms with various rocks and was all too ready to launch them at me one at a time.

  She threw another one so I batted it away.

  I rolled my eyes and set the foil wrapped vegetable stuffed chicken on the grill. I’ve camped here before, obviously, I own the land as far as you can see, so there’s a few things I leave up here, like a grate for the fire to act as a grill.

  She bounced another one off my thigh as I approached shaking my head. Really? If you only knew baby, but first you need to be taught some manners.

  Now that supper is cooking I have a few minutes to get her under control. I hope rope won’t be necessary, yet.

  She backed up and tripped over a stick stumbling and dropping her rocks, except one, which she clumsily tossed in my direction. “Damn you!!”

  I’ve already been damned darlin’, now I’m going to bring you down with me.

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  “Ow!!! Let go of me!!” I screamed and kicked knowing it would do no good.

  He pulled me over to the tent where he ducked inside far enough to grab a rolled up blanket and unfurl it on the ground.

  Then he pulled me down to straddle his lap holding my left wrist to my left ankle, and my right wrist to my right ankle.

  I sat back a little not wanting my sex this close to his belt.

  He jerked me hard into him and my nakedness is suddenly all too apparent. “Stop hurting me.” I demanded. He’s being too rough.

  He shook his head and I saw something deep in those bright glacier blue eyes I didn’t recognize. Humor? Ego? Perhaps both.

  “My father will put you in jail for the rest of your life.” I threatened him.

  He rolled his eyes and lowered his bearded face to my neck just under my ear.

  I tried not to like the way it tickled. Oh my, it has been a while. Four years? My mind is getting fuzzier as he begins to nibble on my jaw.

  When I tried to struggle he rolled and pinned me under him with that massive body of his. The man has to be a giant, even for a Colson, he’s big. I’ve never heard of Turner Colson, I wonder why.

  He’s hovering, studying my face and searching my eyes.

  I pulled against the grip he was on my hands over my head. “Get off me!!”

  He lifted up, rolled me over and pinned my hands behind my back. His hand came around under my stomach and lifts my behind in the air. He pushed my knees apart with his and shifts behind me.

  I can’t see and start to scream. At least until I felt his tongue doing little circles on my lower back. What is he doing? Oh God, is he going to rape me like this. How humiliating. “Just kill me already.” I begged.

  The hand that wasn’t holding mine in a tight grip pushed my cheeks apart as he ran his tongue all the way down and around to my goodies. Shit, I haven’t shaved in days. It’s not like I was expecting company!!

  “Stop!!” I begged over and over.

  He’s acting like he can’t hear me as he brings his big long-fingered hand around to the front. He starts making small circles that evolve into a stroking. He pushed me into the ground as I fought the building climax.

  “Oh shit.” I closed my eyes and bit my lip hard. The orgasm completely engulfed every nerve in my body. The aftershocks raked on and on until I felt myself trembling.

  I gasped when he pushed two fingers inside me rather hard.

  “Ow!” I struggled again as he pulled one finger free before driving in deeper. He wiggled that finger just right and bit my ass hard. He added the second finger as his intensity picked up and finger-fucked me harder than I knew possible.

  Against my will again I came hard for him. This time I heard myself scream out in anger and relief. I’m not sure which was better.

  He sensed my defeat and slowly set me free. He pulled the blanket over me and got up to turn the foil packets over on the grate on the campfire he’d so expertly built.

  I eyed him as he sucked his fingers clean. “You’re sick. Why didn’t you rape me?” I had to ask since he could have so easily. I guess in a way he did, but since my body betrayed me by liking it, I have no argument here. Why do I want his hands back on me all of a sudden?

  He pointed to the chicken like it was the reason.

  I rolled my eyes, “Great, something for later.” I sat up taking his cut with me. He’d pulled it off before he flipped me over to get at my hands.

  When he started back towards me I paid attention to his walk. Purpose. He doesn’t waste precious energy on useless tasks, at least that’s the impression I’m getting.

  He’s wearing dark blue jeans, a black belt with a buckle I can’t tell what’s on it, and a tight black Harley Davidson t-shirt. He sits down next to me in one fluid move making me scoot away.

  He leaned over to a small black duffel and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two bottled waters. He held out one of the water bottles to me.

  I shook my head, “No. I’m not eating or drinking anything until you take me home.” I informed him as harshly as I could.

  His eyes darkened and I saw the cha
nge come over his face. Something dark and threatening.

  “You don’t scare me. You might have me at a disadvantage, but I assure you, it won’t be forever, unless you kill me first.”

  He set the bottle down and grabbed my arm pulling me hard and fast down with my stomach across his lap.

  I felt him run his palm over my left cheek before it stung and smarted making me cuss and scream at him again. The second blow was the same but on the other cheek.

  I tried to get up as tears began to fill my eyes but he pushed me back down. His hand is gently running over my freshly spanked ass.

  “Please, stop. Okay, you win. I’ll drink the water, just don’t hit me again.” I begged. Maybe this is one Colson brother that’s not going to play by the rules. If Slider knew, he’d strip his colors.

  He helped me up and offered me the water bottle again. This time I took it, “Thanks.” No sense in being rude and risking corporal punishment again.

  He waited until I took a sip then offered me the whiskey bottle.

  “Are you going to beat me again if I say no?”

  He narrowed his eyes before pulling the bottle away as he shook his head.

  “Well. I had to ask.” I said softly to myself.

  He’s looking at me like he wants something.

  It’s making me nervous. “What?”

  He made a circle in the air with his finger like he wanted me to turn around.

  I put my back to him.

  He lifted me up at the waist and pulled me back to him. Mentally I thanked him for not dragging my sore ass across the rough Mexican blanket. He’s doing something with my hair.

  It must be a mess after blowing in the wind for twelve or more hours. I’ll probably never get the, “Ow!!” He’d pulled a little too hard fighting a tangle.

  I felt his fingertips stroke my neck like an apology. I don’t think he realized he’d hurt me that time.

  My brain is starting to work now. He’s spanked me twice and given me sexual pleasure twice. Whatever is going on with this man is beyond fucked up, but I don’t think he wants to rape or kill me.

  “Why me?” I asked cautiously.

  Of course he doesn’t answer me, like Goat said, he doesn’t talk unless it’s really important. This must not be important. I feel so stupid. Great. Like my day didn’t suck as it was, now I’m up in the mountains of Colorado with a crazy Colson mountain man who likes to spank and pleasure his captives.

  He moved behind me a while later and I turned to watch him go get the foil boats. When he sat back down and unfolded what looked like perfectly stuffed chicken I looked for his eyes to get my answer, “Who are you?”

  He ignored me and ate like he was starving. He pushed a boat to me and gestured like if I didn’t eat he’d spank me again. I can’t take anymore pain back there tonight so I forced myself to eat as much as I could. I know eating slow makes it easier when your nerves are shot, so that’s what I did.

  I’m not sure if my nerves are shot, or if I’m scared out of my skull. My fear is not something I’m used to dealing with. I’m a lawyer, and up until last week, a damn good one for my age. I think I’m in shock more than anything. He scares me, but I have this deep feeling in my gut that he’d never really hurt me. I’m starting to think he’s crazy for sure, but not that kind of crazy.

  He cleaned up after we ate, took me to go away from camp to relieve myself while he did, and then brought me back to the blanket on the ground. He pointed for me to lay down so I did.

  He dug around in his tent and came out with another blanket and unrolled it as he set it down. Another mexican blanket, but this one a little lighter and softer.

  Next thing I know he’s handcuffing me to him and tucking the key down the front of his jeans. Great. He pulled me down in front of him and rested his arm over my middle to fall asleep quickly behind me. His breathing is that of a very tired man, long and deep. I’m surprised he doesn’t snore.

  I slept for a while feeling the same kind of exhaustion, but not quite. I know because I woke up before him and the sun.

  As consciousness took hold I realized he’s got me trapped under him with his big heavy leg and arm. I remembered the cuffs and wondered for a minute why he bothered if he’s going to sleep on top of me anyway.

  Then I tried to wake him up and realized why. He sleeps like a rock, heavy as boulder too. “Turner, get off me, I can’t breathe.” I probably could have gotten halfway down the mountain if I’d woken earlier and he wasn’t on top of me.

  He groaned like he could barely hear me in the depths of his dreamworld.

  I pushed wondering if I could lift even one of his arms. Nope. It’s not just heavy, he’s awake enough now to resist me.

  He hugged me tight to him. My ribs are starting to ache and it’s getting harder to breathe. “Turner!!” I yelled in a panic feeling like I was in the center of a Constrictor snake.

  He pulled his head back off my neck and rolled back. He didn’t seem to feel the handcuff on his right wrist and ended up pulling me so my back is half on his chest.

  “Hey, I can’t stretch that far!” I informed him as nicely as I felt he deserved, which wasn’t very nice after all.

  He groaned and flipped open his belt buckle and jeans. He pulled his zipper down and lifted his head making me look up at him. He moved his eyes down and took my hand before looking back up at me.

  “I’m not going in there.” I informed him.

  He shrugged, let his hand drop and acted like he was just going to go back to sleep then.

  “Oh for Pete’s sake. Whoever the fuck Pete is, I’m going to beat his ass for this shit.” I shifted and rolled so I could go fishing with my left hand.

  I shoved his jeans down to make room for my hand and tucked my hand just under his waistband before he caught my wrist making me look at him again.

  “What?”

  He gave me a warning look.

  “You didn’t rape me, so no, I won’t castrate you.” I assured him. Plus that would be gross. Some threats aren’t meant to be carried out, that was one.

  He smirked and set his head back down.

  “Jerk. Making me feel you up.” I complained but went fishing anyway. It’s not like I’ve never, whoa. As I explored for the keys I realized this man is big, even when he’s not. If he were to get fully erect right now, he’d bust right through his boxers.

  When I found the key I pulled my hand free and unlocked my half. I put the key on his chest and sat up. “You rape me with that thing and you’re going to really hurt me.” I stood up and went to find my clothes. Then I remembered he’d locked them in his saddlebags again.

  I started looking around for his bike keys in case he’d left them laying around. No such luck.

  I heard him clear his throat so I looked up. He’s crooking his finger at me to come to him.

  I shook my head.

  He launched up so fast I froze like a deer in headlights instead of running. Before I could blink I’m on my back and he’s unzipping the front of his jacket on me. He swatted my defensive hands away hard enough that I gripped the denim at his thighs as he sat up pulling himself free.

  “Holy shit.” He’s huge. I gasped as he worked himself with his left hand and popped my breasts out of my bra with his other.

  He pinched too hard making me arch as the pain went straight to my groin.

  He looked down at me and picked up my hand to put under his. He shows me what he wants with his darkening blue eyes locked on mine. He bites his lower lip and lets go to support his upper body with his hands on either side of my head.

  He pushes into my hand so I tighten my grip. He inhales and groans a low guttural growl I’ve never heard from a man, not that I’ve had many to compare notes.

  He empties himself on my breasts, neck and chin. It’s warm and sticky. There’s a lot of it. It’s running down my neck. He takes his right hand and palms his mess all over my breasts.

  When he was happy he’d rubbed it all into me he slid
down lower, and lower, leaving the rough tickle of his beard in the wake.

  He sunk his teeth into my patch making me groan back, “No. Don’t.”

  He pushed my knees apart and lowered his mouth onto me.

  He ran his tongue all around, exploring, claiming. He bit just the right spots making me want more. “Oh God.”

  He lifted his head coming to a full stop and tapped my stomach.

  I looked up, or down as it would be, “What?” I’m breathless wondering what the hell he wants.

  He pointed to himself.

  “I don’t know what you want.” I let my head drop back to the ground in defeat.

  He tapped my stomach again so I looked up.

  He clenched his jaw and pushed two fingers steadily inside me. “Oh my God.”

  He stopped mid stroke clearing his throat. When I looked at him this time he pointed at himself again and slowly began to push into me with those large fingers of his.

  “You want me to say your name?” It was a guess, but a good one as he nodded and went back to work.

  “Turner!!!” I screamed because he dove in hard and fast. He suckled and stroked me until I was fighting his name on my lips and the orgasm between my hips.

  I lost. I lost hard and fast. Nerve endings came crashing down all around and inside me. The repetitive crashing of the climaxes threatened to drown me.

  When I couldn’t take anymore I begged for him to stop. He continued to stroke me as he came up to hover over me. His eyes are dark again as his erection presses against my hip.

  “Stop.” I begged.

  He bit his lip and rolled me over on my stomach. He climbed on and put his large erection between my cheeks. He pushes his fingers that have my sex on them into my mouth.

  His fingers mimic his thrusts. I thought I was saving myself by biting his finger, but instead he dug in pushing against my teeth for more pain. He groaned again and I felt his warm wetness on my back.

  He came down on his elbows on top of me, I thought for a second he was going to crush me. He took my earlobe in his teeth and said so softly I barely heard, “You can’t hurt me, but you’re welcome to try.”