Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series (2 page)

“Ow. What the fuck are you doing??” She struggled so I gripped her wrist right where I knew she’d be in just enough pain to give me a chance to get on in front of her.

I locked her wrists together around my middle and took off.

Luckily for me she’s a fellow rider, otherwise she might have been stupid enough to kick me just right and bring us both down. Surprisingly she was pretty still behind me. I had to look down at her hands to make sure she was still there twice.

Now. Where to go? I normally camp or stay in shitty hotels if I’m not at one of the chapters pulling a job. Then I usually just crash on the couch in the clubhouses.

After a minute I decided the more remote the location the better. Let’s hope she can handle a good long ride. It’s twelve hours to my property up in the mountains not far from Colorado Springs.

She pinched me once having to pee. I pulled over and gave her a choice of going right there on the side of the road, or holding it.

She boldly unfastened her jeans and squatted glaring up at me the entire time.

I got a nice long look at her bright white ass. What I’d give to leave a red handprint right there. Not a permanent one, no. I don’t like scars, just the intensity of mixing pain with pleasure. The control is nice, but I have plenty of control.

She took the tissue I handed her, wiped, and threw it back at me. I let it drop to the ground before settling her back on the bike. I noticed she looked tired, but not too bad.

A couple hours later she grabbed my hair hard and pulled her feet up on my thighs. I leaned back into her and realized she was using the handcuffs and my thighs to pin herself to my backrest. Smart girl. Tired girl.

I maintained enough pressure leaning back to make sure she didn’t sway too far. Not many women can sleep sitting up without their heads lulling to one side or the other. Not Peach. She slept soundly barely tilting her head.

By the time I got up to where I wanted to camp she was wide awake and looking around.

Once I set the bike on her stand and we found our legs, she found her voice, and her anger.

She came at me ready for a full-on fight. Cussing, punching, kicking, slapping, biting, you name it. Oh yeah, this is going to be fun.

I let her beat on me for a minute to gauge her intensity and passion. I unpacked when she ran out of steam realizing she can’t hurt me. Not much can hurt me at seven-foot-something and three hundred fifty plus pounds, give or take. I don’t stand on scales because most of them top out at 350. No doctor has measured my height since I was thirteen.

She changed tactics while I started the fire. “Alright Mr. Colson. I know you can talk. Tell me what’s going on, or I castrate you in your sleep.”

That brought my eyes and my brow up to her. Oh really? We’ll just have to see about that.

I tossed the log I was holding on the fire and started towards her. Those clothes are going to be fun to peel off. Could take a while.

She backed up, “Okay, I won’t castrate you, but what the hell is going on here??” She begged.

That made me smile a little, eliminating hers. That’s it Peach, be afraid, be very afraid. My stomach growled. Shit. Better make this quick. If I don’t eat when my body tells me to I lose power fast.

I lunged and grabbed her by the belt crushing her to my torso again. She’s so small, yet not dainty. I took my cut off her shoulders, which she gladly relented.

“Yeah, take that back. Now take me back, or let me go. This is bullshit.”

I caught her again and held her with her hair at the back of her neck as I worked her belt.

She looked up at me with a mix of fear and anger. “If you rape me, I will bury you alive.” She threatened in a deep tone that had my jeans pulling tighter around me.

It took me a few minutes, and a decent struggle to get her down to her bra and panties. Once she was squirming almost naked in my arms I found her lips with mine and drove into that sweet mouth of hers that’s been cussing me for the last hour.

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 change 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.