Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series (7 page)

He looked at me for a second, “What are you smiling about?”

“I just had a mental image of you as the Hulk carrying me away to some cave in the mountains where we sit and watch it rain. I know it’s stupid, that’s why I laughed.”

“The Hulk is green.” He said completely off the track I was on.

“Well…you’re mean, so close enough.” I put my head back on his shoulder.

“Green and mean aren’t even close to the same thing Pea…Georgia.” He caught himself.

“My dad does that. He calls me Peaches unless he’s mad at me, then all of a sudden he busts out my given name.” I twisted his beard in my fingers on my right hand because my left is wrapped around his shoulder.

He exhaled deeply. “Don’t ever leave camp again when I’m not with you.”

I sat up a little in his arms, “What do you care? You could have just packed up and ridden away never to bother with me again. Obviously I’m a huge pain in your ass, although for some reason mine is the sore one.”

“Georgia,” He interrupted me, “do not say another word until we get back. I can’t move this fast carrying you and talking at the same time.”

“So, put me down.” I argued.

He bounced me in his arms and shot me a warning look that went right to my goodies.

“Okay, sorry.” The rest of the descent went without a word between us.

Once back at camp he set me down on the ground and sat down himself. “Fix dinner, it’s in the cooler.” He sounded winded and tired.

I took to task not wanting to fight, not with him like this. I get the feeling his temper is more fragile when he’s lacking sleep and food.

I took the foil packets and set them on the grate after peeking inside to see what I was cooking. Looks like stuffed pork chops. Cool.

We ate in silence over fresh beers. Without me on the back of his bike. and all his gear, he was able to bring up a ton of supplies. I got a box of wine, he got three bottles of whiskey. Poor guy, I’m driving him to drink. I should probably watch it. If he gets drunk things could get ugly.

I’m a sleepy drunk, but if he turns out to be an angry drunk I’m fucked, most likely literally.

As I cleaned up I wondered if I really would sleep with him if he got me riled again. He said I would have to beg for it. I might if he winds me up again like he did before.

Later by the river while washing dishes I cussed dropping a cup. “Shit.”

He reached out from somewhere behind me and plucked it out of the water. “Problem?”

I wiped and stacked the dishes, “No.” I lied.

“Worried about your job?” He asked out of the blue which made me stop and look at him.

“What?”

“Your job, as a lawyer. How long before they fire you?”

“They can’t fire me Turner, I own a third of the firm. If anything they’re trying to find me. Now, if you’re done, I’m tired and want to go to sleep.” I started for the area where I keep my cooking supplies.

He followed, “How old are you?”

“Thirty-two.”

There was a silence before he asked, “I thought your last boyfriend was four years ago in college.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled before letting it out slowly. “Did I say four years?”

“Yes, you did.”

I looked up at him. “I didn’t graduate until I was twenty six because I took two years to travel to Europe to do research with my dad. He had a fucked up case and I needed the practice. Since he was paying for my schooling, it didn’t matter when I graduated. The fact that he listed me as a consult on such a high profile case got me readmitted without question. I graduated at twenty-six, I’m thirty-two, and obviously suck at math.” Shit, has it really been almost seven years?

“That’s big margin of error counselor.”

I rolled my eyes, “Don’t get cute. I don’t think about it, and you caught me off guard. I probably said that because the last time somebody asked me how long it had been, it was four years.” I explained to him, and myself. It’s really the only reason I can think of, but then again, thinking right now is becoming difficult between yawns.

“Go lay down, you look tired.”

I sneered at him, “Save whatever bullshit you have planned for me until tomorrow, maybe then I can enjoy it enough to piss you off again.” I turned to sit on the blankets and pull my boots off.

He sat down next to me and did the same. “Seven years?”

“Give or take.” I looked over at him. “What difference does it make?”

He looked bewildered for second, “None, except I thought you were younger.”

I laughed and shoved his shoulder before laying back to kick out of my jeans and cover up. I yawned again before saying into my arm I used for a pillow when he was ignoring me, “What? Now I’m too old for you?”

“No, not at all.” He remained sitting up at my feet. “How old do you think I am?”

“Mentally or physically?” I asked through a yawn.

“Both.” He replied without skipping a beat.

“Twelve and about forty-two, three. I don’t know.” I turned my head so he can’t see my face. Maybe he’ll stop with the questions and let me sleep.

“Twelve?” He sounded hurt.

“Goodnight Turner.” I scolded him like he seven reading under the sheets with his flashlight.

“Sleep well Peach.” His voice was barely audible as I fell hard into sleep.

4
 

I’d managed to skirt my punishment last night, but this morning I was being given a choice.

“Are you serious? I feel like I’m being blackmailed.” I complained looking into those ice cold eyes.

“It’s either that or you don’t sit for a week. You decide.” He’s laying back like a fat cat with his hands behind his head.

I sighed trying to think. My choices are, blow him, or take my spanking, which he promised would be very painful, but pleasurable beyond measure, if he allowed. The man is just plain mean.

Since I haven’t had my coffee, and early morning pain is a lot less tolerable than early morning cum, I went for his belt. Before I got his zipper down he was ready to burst through his boxers. He grows fast.

I settled myself down on my side with the back of my head to him and went to work. He’s actually not bad, soft smooth skin, nice firm form. Not that I’m an expert, but being a tomboy growing up and around all my dad’s buddies you hear shit, or see shit. When you hunt and camp with men who are in no way attracted to you, they tend to forget themselves and pee wherever they want.

I can’t take him all the way, but I found myself enjoying his reaction. He moaned a few times, stopped me twice, and never tried to guide me. I let my hand that wasn’t helping my mouth lightly slide down his thigh.

It brought on a nice long, low, deep groan, that had him arching slightly under me. I took it a step further and dug my fingernails into his thigh and dragged them up to his balls.

“Ah shit Peach!!” He came instantly for me.

My ego did somersaults. I’d just brought this man to his figurative knees. I licked him clean and blew a light tickling breeze across hit tip.

“Ah!!” He grabbed my hair and sat up so fast it startled me. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up and under him for a kiss that was not only forceful but needy. There’s a neediness in this man that speaks volumes. He needs a woman, but not just any woman. He needs a crutch, reinforcement, love. Turner is a man changing. A man who is realizing he needs more.

He quickly found me with his fingers and pushed into me. His breath is hot and heavy in my ear now. “So wet. So sweet.” He picked up speed and moved his hand so his thumb could push against my clitoris as his long capable fingers thrust in and out of me with a force that had my ass scooting up along the blanket.

He lifted up and hover his lips over mine. “Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open to find intense blue eyes searching mine. “Don’t stop.”

“Do you want to come for me baby?” He taunted.

“Yes. Please.” I begged pushing my hips back against him.

“Easy baby.” He slowed to a torturous pace. “That’s it, hold it in. You’re mine now. No other man will ever touch you again.” He promised with a hint of a threat.

I can barely breathe.

He kept my eyes prisoner as he picked up the pace again. This time he pounded the shit out of me with that hand.

I felt my whole body clench and arch as I begged, “PLEASE!!”

“You can give your pleasure to me know baby. Let it go.” He gave me a couple more thrusts to send me over and went down to taste me.

The aftershocks are nothing like the orgasms I used to have with that guy in college. What was his name? Whoever he was, he doesn’t compare to my Turner.

My Turner? When did I claim him?

He slowly pulled free as he kissed along my jaw. “That’s my girl. My sweet juicy peach.” He found a nipple with his mouth and sucked.

“Ah!!” Another spasm nailed me.

He moved over to the other one and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. “Such full beautiful breasts. I want to bury myself between them and get lost forever.”

I can’t even lift my head, but somehow my hands drove into his hair. The abrupt stop from the tangles made me pull it unintentionally.

He lifted up, “Oh really?”

I laughed, “No!! You need to brush your hair.”

He kissed his way back up to my chin. “That’s your job. As my old lady it’s your job to make sure I don’t look like shit.”

I laughed again, “You could never look like shit, you’re too beautiful. Like some warrior God from under the sea that rises up and floods everything in his path, taking everything with him.”

His breath on my lips made me open my eyes. “What do you mean I take everything with me?”

I twisted his beard in my fingers. “Who am I Turner?”

“My old lady.” He looks confused.

I smiled giving up, “Never mind baby. I’m delirious with sex running through my veins. Are you hungry?”

“Always. Good rabbit by the way.” He went back to kissing, but kept his hands planted to support his large frame over me as he kissed.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I said sincerely. I was proud of that kill, maybe mores than the deer. To have him say it tasted good, put the icing on the cake of my victory.

My victory was short lived. The next morning he woke in a rage. I have no idea why. I thought we’d come an understanding, but he must not see it that way.

Today is the first day he hung around camp all day, and he’s driving me nuts with his silence and grumpy gestures. I thought maybe he was hungry, the man can eat, when he does. Maybe he’s still tired?? No, that can’t be it, he’d slept for like fourteen hours or something.

I decided to get away from him and go for a walk to gather herbs and whatever else I could find. Maybe another rabbit. Mostly I just want to get away from his sour mood.

I told him I was going and he stood up like he wanted to go with me. “I’d like to go alone if that’s okay.” I said over my shoulder.

He smacked me on the butt. “If that’s okay what?”

“If that’s okay, sir.”

“No, it’s not.” He shrugged his jacket on.

I sat down giving up, “Never mind.”

“You just said you wanted to go for a walk, let’s go. I don’t like this back and forth shit. When you ask me for something, make damn sure you’re not wasting my fucking time.” He scolded.

My inner lawyer reared up not willing to take this abuse for another minute, “The reason I asked to go for a walk was to get away from you and your shitty attitude for a while. Having you go with me defeats the purpose, rendering the task moot, and a waste of time.”

He bent over and pulled me up by my arm, “Then you should have been more clear in your request. Come on, I’m already up.” He pointed in the direction I usually go.

I stomped my feet like an insolent child and walked ahead of him without saying a word.

As we walked I decided to explore a new area I haven’t been brave enough to venture to alone. If he’s going to stalk me he might as well be my protector. The reason I haven’t ventured down this path is because it’s steep and a little daunting.

I’m pretty sure I can handle it, but just like you don’t swim alone, you don’t walk into unchartered territory without a buddy.

“Where are you going?” He asked noticing my unusual change of direction.

“Exploring.” I said just loud enough for him to hear.

“Watch your step.” He warned.

“If I fall and break my neck you can just leave me there. Maybe my dead body will attract some big game for you.” I wasn’t really paying attention to what I said because I saw a sage bush, the right kind of sage, and headed that way.

“Georgia, slow down!” He yelled without yelling. His tone speaks volumes alone.

“Go fuck yourself Turner.” I said it in a whisper to myself.

He’s closer behind me than I thought. “What did you say?”

“Nothing, I was talking to myself.” I complained gathering sage leaves.

He took the stack from my and and shoved them in his pocket then grabbed my wrists and pulled me up to his chest. His angry blue eyes stabbed my heart, he’s so full of pain and anger.

“Did you just tell me to go fuck myself?”

“No, I said it to myself.” I corrected him. “You weren’t supposed to hear.”

“Well, I did.” He’s searching my eyes for something, but I can’t tell what.

“Then do something about it, or don’t. If you haven’t noticed I have better things to do than put up with your adolescent bullshit. Grow up Turner.” I tried to jerk free with no avail.

His chest is rising and falling faster now. The anger and hurt are building as his eyes darken. “Get whatever you’re after out here. When we get back I’m going to teach you some manners.”

“Good luck with that.” I jerked free this time and collected more leaves forcing myself to swallow the tears that built up from his harsh words and tone.

“I can start right now if you’d prefer.” He offered breaking a branch off a tree and stripping the bark.

I ignored his offer and kept going. As I found various herbs I handed them off to him to put in his pockets. He gives me a weird look when I hand them off, but he takes them anyway.

The poor guy is completely out of his league here. Obviously he was hoping to bring a woman up here that he could tame and mold to his liking. Well fuck that. I’d rather he kill me than conform to some warped sexual fantasy of his.

I looked up and around realizing I’ve had my head down too long. There’s a dark circle in the side of one of the mountains.

I looked back for Turner and pointed to it, “Cave?”

He nodded.

“Is it on your property?”

“That’s state land, you can go, I have a permit if we need it.” He explained in a tone that told me he was brooding.

I had this sudden need to snuff his attitude. I walked back up to him and smiled wickedly as he backed up upon my approach.

“What do you want?” He asked as his back hit a tree nearby.

“I’ve about had enough of your attitude.” I grabbed his belt and flipped it open. I looked up as I found the button of his jeans, “Tell me to stop.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you have control issues.” I informed him and dropped to my knees.

He all but popped out of his boxers instantly ready for what I have in mind. I looked up taking him in my hand, “May I sir?”

He exhaled giving me a look of confusion and exasperation, “Yes.”

I took his tip in my mouth and gently held him with my teeth as I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers pulling them quickly down to his ankles.

He gasped at the abrupt movement. With his pants around his ankles he’s exposed and somewhat disabled if he needed to run right away.

I gave him no reason to run, but took my sweet time bringing him to his knees. I like how he groaned and twitched as I played and dragged out his release. When he got close I’d slow down, then build him back up. When my jaw had had enough I smacked him as hard as I could on his beautifully bare ass and took him as deep as I could.

He gave into his release as the spasms raked his body. I like the way he twitches as the last of his orgasm drains his resolve. He grabbed my hair at the back of my neck and pulled me up for a penetrating kiss that took me to my back on the ground with him on top of me.

His jeans are still around his ankles, as are mine now. The difference is my ankles are shackled behind his head now as his mouth consumes my sex and drives me crazy.

He paid me back for my slow torture by torturing me back in a similar fashion.

I arched and begged, “Please sir, I need it.”

He gently bit me and slid up to hover as he pushed two fingers into me. “So wet. How can you want me and hate me so much at the same time?” His eyes are burning and I feel his erection against my hip.

He didn’t wait for a reply as he picked up the pace and the force of his thrusts into me. “Feel that baby?”

“Yes, more.” I begged.

He buried his fingers deep pressing into my sweet spot I didn’t know I had until he found it. “Fucking you is going to bring me so much pleasure.”

I arched and bit my lip, “Can…I..?”

“No, wait for it. Your pleasure comes when I allow it.” He gave me one harsh thrust and shifted his thumb to stroke my clitoris. “That’s it baby, let it build, feel that pain, drown in it.”