Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series (8 page)

I screamed as his words threatened to force and explosion inside me. “PLEASE!!”

“You have my permission to give me your pleasure. Let it go, give it to me now.” He ordered and kissed me as I screamed my release into his mouth.

He seemed to feed on my screams and my aftershocks that just don’t seem to stop. He’s doing something deep inside me that is teasing these intense spasms out and through my body as he commands.

“Oh shit.” I arched again breaking our kiss to bite that pouty lip of his.

He pushed his arousal into my hip, “Sweet Peach.” He bruised me with his erection as he used the pressure of his body weight to elicit another release on my stomach.

His face came down to my neck as he fought for strength to hold himself up with shaky arms. “So infuriating, and yet so delicious. I believe I will keep you little peach, you please me more than you know.”

I laughed, “I think I have a pretty good idea.” I licked my now bruised lips from his kiss.

He lifted up and looked down at me with bright sparkling blue eyes now, “I mean it, you belong to me. I’m going to claim every part of your body before I take you back down off this mountain.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” I smiled enjoying him now that the cranky Turner seems to have decided to leave the building.

“Both.” He kissed me and I tasted our sex. The mix of him, me, and the way his mouth commands mine to his will is overpowering. I could drown in him. Maybe I already have.

I sunk my fingers into his beard and held his face to mine. “What do you need from me? What brought on your mood this morning?” I asked needing to know.

He bit his upper lip and I get the feeling he’s trying to figure out how to tell me. He inhaled and rolled off onto his back slowly. “I like pain. I like inflicting pain.”

I sat up, pulled up my jeans and turned to sit and look him over. His pants are still down, but he doesn’t seem to care. It’s almost silly the way he looks half naked laying in the woods looking up through the trees with his pants around his ankles.

It makes me smile as I look for his eyes. “Do you want to hurt me?”

“Not seriously.” He looked at me, “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

“You scare me, but I don’t fear death. I don’t care for a painful death, so try to bear that in mind when you get sick of me.

“That’s enough talk like that.” He reached up to cup my face and jaw with his large palm. He ran his thumb over my cheek and looked at me with a look I’ve never seen. He almost seems content. “I told you, I’m keeping you. I have no intention of killing you.”

“But you said you would if I got on your nerves.” I argued but kissed his palm.

“I changed my mind. Evidently your words bite harder than a whip to me. I like how you stand up to me with no fear. I respect strength, even if it’s a strength I can easily overcome.” He reached down and plucked me up to sit on his stomach.

I looked down at the tattoos and scars on his chest and stomach. “Does that mean you like me?”

“No.” He said all too easily. “It means I need you.”

I looked up surprised from where’d I’d been tracing a tattoo on his chest, “You need me?”

“I believe I do Miss Pine.” He smiled for real at me for the first time and I thought my whole world would spin off it’s axis. In fact, I believe it just did. In that split second he smiled at me I fell head over stilettos in love with him.

“What?” He asked sensing my shift.

“I like your smile. You should smile more often, I might not be so mad at you all the time.” I teased and bent over to kiss him sweetly.

We got up, fixed ourselves and went down to explore the cave.

“Do you think there’s a bear in there?” I asked suddenly afraid to go inside.

“Not likely this time of year.” He replied having lost the anger his his tone now. I guess my plan worked. He must really need a lot of sex if his mood is so effected by not getting any for five minutes.

“Can we move down here?” I asked hopefully.

“No. If it is occupied in the Winter the animal might come back smelling our presence. It’s best to check it out and leave. Our scents could deter a bear from hibernating here in the future. I don’t like fucking with nature.”

I laughed, “No, but I bet you like fucking in nature.”

“I’d like to fuck you all over this mountain range.” He replied seriously.

“I’m sure you would. Have you brought women up here before?”

“I don’t take women anywhere.” He informed me.

I stopped when I saw the campfire that looked like it had burned out a while ago came into view. “Do you think somebody is down there?”

“Not anymore. My buddy comes up here to hunt, it’s probably his.”

I hooked my arm through his, “You have friends?”

He looked down at me so I smiled. He narrowed his eyes, “I have brothers, and now an old lady. I think my cup is full.”

“It’s only been a week Turner.” I reminded him. “You could change your mind.”

“Not likely. You’d have to fuck around on me for that to happen.” He assured me.

“You’ve changed your tone quite a bit.”

“I wasn’t expecting to like you.” He unhooked his arm to replace it around my shoulders. We’re on flat terrain now so it’s easier to walk. He let out a whistle that was obviously meant as a warning, or a greeting, depending on the nature of the reply.

Nobody replied as we approached the entrance to the cave so Turner took his arm away, “Wait here.” He stepped inside the cave before I could stop him.

“Be careful please.” I begged shifting from one foot to another in nervous anticipation.

He ignored me and disappeared in the dark. That was the longest ten minutes of my life.

When he came back out unscathed I jumped up and wrapped my arms and legs around him and kissed his neck.

“What is this?” He asked catching and holding me.

I inhaled his scent that is all Turner. There’s no cologne up here, just, pine dirt, and lust. “I’ve never been so scared in my life.”

“Scared? Why? Did someone or something come by here while

“No.” I interrupted him. “I was worried about you.”

He peeled me off and set me on my feet, “I thought you hated me.”

“Not at the moment.” I looked up. “You’re messing with my head Mr. Colson.”

“How is that?” He asked with an adorable look of confusion.

“One minute you’re an attentive lover, and the next you’re a raging jerk. It’s very hard to keep up with.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage Counselor. Come on,” He took my hand. “there’s something I want to show you.”

I hopped up and down as we walked excited to see what’s inside.

He looked down at me, “What is your problem?”

“Nothing, just happy for the first time in…(I was going to say a week, but I realized it was a lot longer than that) I don’t know.” I let it drop looking up. “Wow.” There’s a hole way up in the roof of the cave.

The light is coming down in one sparkly beam. The walls are rough and slightly wet with condensation.

I looked up for Turner who is already watching me, “Why is it wet?”

He arched an eyebrow in amusement.

I smacked his arm, “You know what I mean!”

“Come, watch your step.” He took my hand like a boyfriend would take is best girls and walked past the beam of light.

He stopped a minute later and bent down. A flashlight clicked on and a pool of water the size of a large hotel hot tub appeared. He put the flashlight under the water and shined it around. “It’s clear, and warm. Want to go for a swim?”

I was already half naked. “Fuck yeah.”

He looked up just in time to see me step in. “Nice language.”

I dunked and turned to see him undressing. “Nice ass.” I replied with a huge smile. Every bone in my body is melting. Every muscle is right behind it. My toes thawed out and I felt decedent. There’s just no other word for it.

He stepped in and tread water over to me. There is no bottom. “When you’re all wet your eyes stand out.”

“Are you flirting with me Mr. Colson?”

“That’s Sir to you my love.” He pressed me against the rocks and proceeded to kiss me slow and steady until the kiss became so intimate I found myself clinging to him.

His erection is floating just under my goodies. As excited as he might be, he’s making no move to use it, or pick up the pace. I found this comforting. If he can maintain this kind of self control when we’re so…so close, then I know I can trust him not to get over-excited and ‘accidentally’ rape me.

He pulled back just a touch and bit my lower lip before letting go and looking at me. “We still can’t move into this cave.”

I can barely see his light blue eyes, but I can tell he’s happy. “I know, but we can come back a couple times a week can’t we?”

“We’ll see. I’ll have to keep an eye on the cave for a while. We should go for now.”

“Thank you for this, and for not being an adolescent.” I winked and tightened my legs around his waist it so he knew what I was talking about.

“Don’t thank me yet. There’s a good chance I’m going to hump your leg later.” He kissed my forehead and once again peeled me off from around him. “Come on baby, let’s get back to camp.”

He gave me his t-shirt to dry off before we got dressed. When he took my hand again and held it the entire hike back to camp. I was in shock. Is he warming up to me?

“Can I ask you something?”

“Can I ask you something what?”

“Never mind.”

“Say it right and I’ll answer your question.” He pushed.

“I got my answer, sir.” I replied.

“Suit yourself.”

I think I will. No sense in ruining a perfect afternoon by questioning it.

5
 

I didn’t say much after that. My chores kept me busy, and the memory of the warm bath with Turner kissing me so sweetly kept me company.

The sun set through the trees with a hint of orange caressing the faded blue sky. I walked down to the river to brush my teeth and wash my face. Turner was sweet enough to buy me a bottle of lotion. The alpine desert is just as dry as the regular desert, just colder.

The temperatures have been perfect during the day, but the early mornings and nights are cold. The fire has nice hot coals now so it’s easy to keep the immediate area around camp warm enough. Walking off to pee or take a shit can be annoying. You learn to not drink too many fluids before bed.

As soon as the sun was done with his show I poured a glass of wine and went to sit in the area I have cleared in the dirt for writing. I usually do this when Turner is gone, then wipe it clean when he comes back, but tonight I doubt he’ll even notice.

He’s across the fire carving something with his smaller knife and a large piece of wood. I didn’t realize he liked to carve. Something about this mundane piece of knowledge told me volumes.

Obviously he has a creative mind. I can’t wait to see what comes of that piece of wood.

I got comfortable and started writing in barely legible scribble. It’s more a way to vent than it is to be read. I wipe it clean every time there’s no point in being neat.

Loved the hot spring. No idea there were hot springs here. Cool. T as confusing as ever. I miss his kiss already. Am I stupid? Probably. Look what happened in court last week. Wait. What day is it?

I sat back to think and count the days.

One week exactly. Great. I have three months of his bs to look forward to. Yeah me. At least I have the mountain. I miss my dad, he’d love this. I think I’ll try to find

A shadow came over me so I erased as much as I could before he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“What’s this?” He looked down to read.

I kicked dirt over it. “I like to write, but not for you to read.”

“What did you write?” He looked at me as if I’d stabbed him.

“Nothing bad, just about the spring and missing my dad.”

“Why did you erase it?”

“Because it was private. Like a journal. I wouldn’t read your journal.”

“Yes you would.” He argued.

I laughed, “No Turner, I believe in privacy.”

“I don’t. I need to know everything about you, what your thinking, feeling, and what you plan to do next. I don’t like you surprising me so much, it pisses me off.” He complained before walking back to his own project.

I sat back down. “Would you listen if I talked to you?”

“Yes.”

“And if I say something you don’t like, are you going to spank me?”

He shrugged, “Maybe, but I want to spank you right now, so I’m not sure it would make a difference.”

“Why don’t you just spank me and get it over with then?” I wrote in the dirt: Here we go again.

“Maybe later, I’m busy. Go ahead and talk, it’s too quiet up here when you’re not running off at the mouth or nagging me.” He said it with a hint of amusement so I let it go. I think that’s his idea of being funny.

“I pretty much told you everything already. Enjoy the peace and quiet from my nagging.” I winked at him when he glanced up at me.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “Talk about that case you fucked up.”

I laughed, “I didn’t fuck it up!! My client lied to me. And I can’t talk about it, as far as I know it’s still an open case.”

“Then tell me about growing up the club lawyer’s daughter.” He said looking at his carving again.

“I had a great childhood. My dad liked being outdoors. He taught me to shoot, entered me in some contests, shit like that. We used to go to these crazy competitions for rich people. That’s how I learned to throw a knife.”

I laughed again doodling a rabbit on in the dirt. “That damn rabbit was my best kill yet, and all I can think about is my dad should have been there to see it. He’s always there when I have a victory like that.” I started crying so I stopped talking. I think he’s heard enough anyway.

“Go on.” He encouraged.

I wiped a tear away, “That’s enough for now.”

He must have gotten up because next thing I know he’s sitting down next to me with his carving. “I’m very proud of your kills. When you prove your loyalty to me I’ll take you to tell him, and vouch for you.”

“Don’t make promises, I don’t need them.” I added a knife to the air above my rabbit doodle.

“Don’t’ tell me what to do.” He tossed a chunk of wood from his work in to the fire.

I decided not to respond because, well, I just plain don’t want to. Now I’m stuck in this burning hole of sadness that’s making my throat dry. I picked up my wine, finished it, and went to lay down on the blankets.

He looked up, “Tired?”

“No.” I rolled over to wallow in my thoughts and cry in private. The heat of the fire was welcoming on my back, like a soothing back rub.

He joined me a while later after I’d cried myself to sleep. He wrapped his arm around me as he settled in behind me.

He nuzzled his nose through my hair into my ear. He exhaled harder than normal making me gasp and roll onto my back.

“Hey!! That was rude! I was sleeping!”

He moved the hair off my face, “I don’t like it when you cry, your eyes swell.” He said softly.

“I don’t like crying either, but I miss my dad.”

“Not your job?” He’s looking at my hair as his hand keeps pretending it needs to move my hair around.

“I miss that too, but not as much. After I ‘fucked up’ as you so put it, I stopped missing it. I should have seen through the lies, it makes me feel like a shitty lawyer. Lack of confidence in a courtroom will bury you, no matter how good of a case you have.” I explained enjoying his affection and full attention.

“We need to discuss what I want from you.” He said almost apologetically.

“I’m listening.” This should be good.

“As you’re well aware of, I have control issues. You don’t need to know why. As much as I admire your skills and talents, your beauty and your touch, I need you to be submissive to me at all times.” He inhaled and exhaled like that was the hardest thing he’d ever had to say.

“I am well aware you have issues, however I’d have to say they extend beyond control. What’s with the pain?”

“I can only explain that by showing you.” He rested his hand at the base of my neck and looked into my eyes.

“Showing me?”

“Pain increases pleasure if done right.” He seemed to be trying to explain this to me.

“I get that, but you could really hurt me.”

“You’re mine to hurt.” He reminded me.

“Do you want to hurt me?”

“Yes.” His hand began to wander.

“How bad do you want to hurt me, like bloody hurt, or stinging hurt?”

“I would never scar you my love, or any woman. I want you to scream in pain so I can bring you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”

I smiled and relaxed under his hand. I tried to run my fingers through his hair. “You still need a comb. You’re starting took like Sasquatch.”

“I told you, that’s your job. Fix my hair tomorrow, tonight I’m going to fix you. Trust me, give yourself to me.” He begged unfastening my jeans.

“How can I trust you? You hurt me before.”

“You came for me.” He argued.

I rolled my eyes, “That’s not the point.”

“I’ll take it easy on you for now.” He said lifting up taking the blanket with him to remove my jeans.

“For now?” I asked not fighting him because my goodies are too happy to see him.

“I’m going to have to build you up to tolerate the level of pain I can inflict. Relax.” He pushed my knees apart and set his chin on my pelvic bone to look at me.

“This is when you scare me.” I said breathless with anticipation.

“How scared? Scared enough that if I touch you you won’t be wet for me?” He’s challenging me.

“I…” Couldn’t finish that sentence.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” He kept his chin in place and touched me gently. His eyes held mine as his fingers stirred me ever-so-slightly. “I think your body betrays you my love.”

My head dropped back to the ground along with my elbows as my wet arousal for him allowed him to sink those capable fingers hard and fast into me. “Ah!”

“If you hate me so much, why are you always so eager?” He’s teasing me now.

“I’m stupid.” I declared as he brought his mouth down to flick my clitoris with his tongue.

“No my love, you are far from stupid.” He dove in bringing his hands up to bring about the pain he deemed appropriate to my nipples.

The sweet pinching pain along with his fingers thrusting in and out of me, and his mouth…”Oh shit.” I can’t think.

“Remember, you wait until I tell you, or I get to spank that perfect little ass of yours.” He warned. The words reverberated off my sensitive goodies.

“I’m trying.” I promised.

He went back to driving me to the brink, bringing me down, and back up again. This went on for so long I begged, “Please sir, please.”

“Please what baby? What do you want from me?”

“I want to come!”

“Who do you come for baby?”

“You sir!”

“And what’s my name?” He asked thrusting harder.

“Turner!!” I yelled at the brink of mercy. If he doesn’t give it to me soon I’m going to explode anyway.

“That’s a good girl, go ahead, give yourself to me, all of you. I give you permission to have pleasure my love.” He paused to relish my orgasm as it collided with his magic fingers.

I’m drowning in nerve endings that seem to be on fire like sparklers. My hips are pushing against his hand for more. I want more, but I’m afraid to ask.

“I feel that woman…you’re a greedy little wench aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I can’t breathe yet because he’s still stroking me down there.

He pulled out quickly leaving me hanging, “Roll over.” His voice is stern and dark now. Commanding, or is it demanding?

I rolled over grateful for the, “Ow!!” He smacked me hard on the left cheek. Then on the right. “OW!!” It stung bad. I can almost feel liquid pain as he hoists my hips up.

“I can’t wait to fuck you Miss Pine.” I heard the sound of his belt and the distinct sound of his zipper going down.

“Now??” I tensed in alarm

“Are you begging me to fuck you??” He asked caressing my opening with his tip.

“No, not yet.” I begged him.

“Then no, but your body will pay.” He reached around and cupped my breast and pinched my nipple hard. He smacked my ass with his hard cock. “You smell so good.” He sounds a little winded himself.

He moved his hand to my other nipple and let go of himself to spank me lighter at first, then harder and harder, faster and faster. He stopped abruptly, pushed his fingers back into me and used his other to find his own release.

I want to come with him. “Sir?”

“NO!!” He yelled and came on my back. He fell on my back and painfully pounded me with three fingers now. He’s panting now. “I’m going to fill you so much deeper than this. Fuck me back baby. Push!!” He drove in and stopped.

The abrupt stop had me pushing back as my body wanted to suck it’s release from his fingertips. He wiggled one finger, drove in deeper and I shattered like sugar glass.

Pieces went everywhere. Every ounce of me is escaping my appendages. My fingers even feel well fucked. “Holy shit.”

He slowly released me, kissed my stomach and between my breasts as he came up to run his fingertip along my lower lip. “Suck. Taste what I taste.”

I took his fingers one at a time. His eyes rolled back into his head. “That smell is intoxicating.”

I bit his finger tip making him come back to me suddenly, “There’s hope for you yet.” He grinned.

“My ass hurts.”