Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series

by Reese Madison

  I shivered at the intimate comment and shoved a handful of food in his mouth. “You’re disgusting. Who cares? I’m on the shot.”

  He swallowed so easily I rolled my eyes, “Come here.” He tucked his hands under my butt.

  I swatted him away, “NO!! Later. Eat this while it’s hot.” I shoved another bite in his mouth.

  He took the plate and set it on his left and flipped me to his right and under him. “I fully intend to.”

  I screamed in joy as he nibbled and bruised his way down. He’s not hurting me, oh God that’s good. He finds that sweet spot on my hip and and digs in just enough to get a verbal response. Then he goes about kissing and touching to bring on sensations I never knew existed. Oh he’s good.

  The next morning I fed him bacon wrapped pancakes and apple slices as he got ready to drive. “Now where?”

  “We’ll go to your father’s, I’ll ask for your hand, and we’ll get married wherever you want, but first, you have to know what you’re getting into.”

  “Ut oh. What other surprises do you have up your sleeve?”

  “No kids, and that’s not negotiable. I won’t have you at risk like that.” He paused waiting for my reply.

  “Can I get a dog?”

  “No. Maybe. We’ll see. Seriously Peach?” He seemed to catch up.

  I laughed, “No kids. What else?”

  “You can tell people I talk to you, but you still speak for me. Everything I say comes out wrong.”

  “Done. What else?”

  He looked suspicious, “Why are you being so compliant?”

  “Because the sooner you put your cards on the table the sooner I can finish feeding you, and take a nap. You’re wearing me out Turner Colson.”

  He pushed the fork into my mouth, “Eat, you skinny little vixen. Why do I get the feeling you’re playing me and not the other way around?”

  I laughed, “Because you’re not a stupid man Mr. Colson.”

  He gave me playful evil eye, “We need to get out of here before it becomes our honeymoon spot.”

  “Did you mean what you said?”

  “I usually do. We’ll go back.” He sobered a little and gave me a look that made me pause. “If you betray me, this is going to go very badly, for everybody.”

  I sat up to take a minute. “We need to have this out before then.”

  He sat back, “Go ahead.”

  “I’m not trying to get you in trouble. I needed this break from my shitty job. I could have left you a long time ago. Seriously Turner, I might be a little intimidated by you, but I’m not afraid of you. If I want out, there’s nothing they can do to stop me.”

  “Church wedding?”

  “No, outside, with your family, and mine.”

  He rolled his eyes and fell back, “Shit. I am domesticated.”

  I grabbed his beard and pulled him back up a little too hard. His eyes have darkened. “No baby, you’ve been dominated.” I teased and started kissing his neck and chest.

  Of course he fucked my brains out, but damn if it wasn’t worth it. I was able to call him off on a few visible bruises he might have left. I think we’ll work throughout this just fine.

  12

  Turner went from distant to clingy overnight. We decided to find a better campground and just hang out somewhere north of Flagstaff for a while until my bruises healed.

  He was more careful this morning when he woke me up for sex. I’m not a morning person, so this will also take some getting used to.

  He’s searching the internet while I cook breakfast. “We could go up to the Grand Canyon.”

  “I’ve seen it a hundred times. Every time somebody came in from out of town that’s where they wanted to go. I finally started handing them my car keys and a map.” I sat across from him setting two plates down.

  He closed the laptop, “Come with me.” He stood taking the plates.

  “What?”

  He sat in the large recliner style chair, “Sit. I see I’m going to have to go over these rules with you again.” He teased.

  I sat on his thigh taking the plate he didn’t set down. “You just like bossing me around.”

  “True. I like it better when you feed me. I don’t eat as fast.”

  “I don’t mind feeding you in private, but not around other people.”

  He shrugged, “We’ll see.” He took my shirt off ignoring the plate in my hands. “That’s better.”

  “I almost dropped the food.” I scolded him.

  He took the plate and set it down. “I’m not hungry anyway.” He lifted me up for a mouthful of something else he decided he’d rather have.

  I put my hands on his shoulders, “We’re not going to get anywhere at this rate.”

  He shrugged as his beard continued it’s travels. I love the way it feels against my skin, almost too rough, but not. Like a good scratching.

  He set me up on my feet, “Take the rest off. I want a better look at you, see what I’ve done.”

  “That’s a bad idea.” I kicked out of my sweatpants anyway.

  “Turn around slowly.”

  I did.

  He sighed, “Shit. That’s too much. I’ve never done this kind of damage before, not this random. I’m hurting you and I don’t even know it, much less enjoy it.”

  I pulled my clothes back on, “Way to kill the mood.” I picked up the plates and half threw them in the sink.

  “Why are you so pissed off all of a sudden?”

  “Nothing. I’m going to take a shower.”

  “I don’t think so, get back over here, and don’t bother ignoring me woman, I will come get you.”

  “So come get me, and I’m not ignoring you.” I walked over to him anyway. “What?”

  “You’re mad at me?”

  “No, I’m just in bad mood suddenly. Can I go take a shower, Sir?” That last word rolled off with more disdain than I meant.

  “Yes.” He waved me off resigning to the fact that he wasn’t getting anywhere.

  A couple minutes later he stepped into the bathroom while I washed. “Slider is going to find out, if Lou hasn’t told him already.”

  “I don’t know what you want me to do Turner. The bruises didn’t make themselves. Maybe it’s time you dealt with this. A few bruises here and there won’t be a big deal, but if he takes a closer look you’re right, he’ll bury you.”

  “I’d let him.”

  “I won’t.” I slammed the water off. “You’re running from him. If he already knows, then you’re making it worse by hiding up here. Face him, talk to him.”

  He handed me a towel, “Marry me first.”

  I rolled my eyes, “You and this marriage crap.”

  “Peach.” He said my name in a warning tone that had me looking up.

  “No. Deal with this first, and my father. Do those two things, and I’ll marry you.”

  “This is not negotiable.” He backed me to the bed.

  “Then I guess we’re about to have our first real fight.” I declared and sat back on the bed picking up a pillow.

  “If you hit me with that’s just going to piss me off.”

  “Sit. I’m not going to beat you with anything, yet. I really need you to do this for me, for us. I want you to trust me, like a man should trust his wife. A marriage certificate doesn’t prove that.”

  “Do you trust me?” He challenged as he sat facing me.

  “Surprisingly, yes. I know you love me, and I trust you to make the right choice for my benefit, like here. Let me talk to Slider.”

  “He won’t speak to you.”

  “He won’t?”

  “No.” He sighed and picked his phone up off the nightstand. “Call Salina. Tell her to text you back a date and time I can meet with him.”

  “Really? Are you sure?”

  “I got a text from Joe, Slider already knows, and he’s pissed.” He leaned into me with the phone in his hand. “Don’t fuck this up. If I lose you because of this, I’ll never forgive you.”


  I swallowed, “You’re that scared?”

  “Yes.” He sat back up, “Make the call. Don’t get dressed. When you’re done I’m going to spend a long time with that body before it’s taken away from me.” He didn’t sound happy as he left the room.

  I took a deep breath and called Salina.

  She answered on the third ring, “Turner?”

  “Close, it’s Georgia.”

  “Oh! Hey honey! Where are you??” She sounded like she just sat down for nice long chat.

  “Not far. Turner wants to meet with Slider privately. Can you arrange it for him and text me the time and day?”

  “What’s this about?”

  “It’s private between them, sorry.” I guess she hasn’t heard.

  “Ah, great. These things never bode well. Alright, I’ll talk to him.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. I expect to see you this time Miss Pine. I believe you owe me a beer for this.” She scolded.

  “I’ll do my best, but the guys need to deal with this first. I’d explain, but I can’t.”

  “I understand. See you soon.” She hung up. We’ve been friends long enough the formalities aren’t unnecessary.

  I started to get up to put some clothes on as Turner reappeared. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I thought you left.”

  “Uh-uh.” He pointed to the bed, “Get your beautiful little ass back on that bed.”

  I laughed and went back to hide behind a pillow. “Salina said she’d talk to Slider.”

  “Good.” He kicked out of his jeans and boxers. Since he hadn’t bothered with a shirt earlier he’s naked and crawling towards me. “Are you hiding from me?”

  “Maybe. I can’t tell what mood you’re in.”

  “Not a very good one, but I plan to change that.” He reached under the pillow and pulled my foot out from under me. “I’ve decided I’m going to have to find another way to punish you my love.”

  I laughed seeing his eyes darken now, “And what have you decided is appropriate, Sir?”

  He shifted and slid me down where he could lay down alongside me. His fingertips tickled as he made invisible roads on my body. “New rules. The first one, when I tell you it’s time for your punishment I want you naked and on your knees. Your submission will have to suffice since I won’t be able to sate my need to mark you.”

  “I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I can see where your going.”

  “Rule number two, you don’t leave my side, ever. Slider will have to kill me to separate us.”

  “That’s a little extreme.”

  “Number three, don’t ever take that ring off. Marriage or not, you are my wife. You’ll speak for me as such. Any questions?”

  “Yeah, back to number one. Really?”

  “I think you need practice my love.” He pulled me to my feet. “Down you go.” He let go of my hand. “Look at the floor.” He guided me down, “Like this. Always like this.”

  I nodded. I guess this is better than a spanking. Both are humiliating. This might do for a while as he makes some drastic personal changes, but I don’t see this lasting for long.

  “Good.” He lifted my chin, “No more shooting back at bad guys. No talking back and arguing with me in front of other people, or in general, but I’ll make exceptions in private. Do what I tell you and this will be the extent of your punishments.”

  “This is quite the change for you.”

  “For me, what?”

  “I thought we were dropping the ‘Sir’s.”

  “Not when you’re on your knees for me. When you’re submitting to me you will address me as Sir.”

  “I guess that’s better than Master.”

  “Don’t push it, I miss that. Stand up.” He helped me up. “That will do for now my love. You can get dressed.” He handed me his phone. “Time to go, Salina sent a text saying Slider wants to see me right away.”

  I looked down, “Great. Here we go.”

  “This is what you wanted Peach, just remember, I’m not losing you.” He warned before leaving me to go drive. Maybe I should drive, he looks mad. No, I need to think.

  13

  The RV took up most of the club’s parking lot. Turner put his arm around my shoulders as soon as we stepped down.

  Salina and Red met us first. “Sorry Turner, but you go in alone.” Salina informed him.

  He shook his head and pulled me tighter.

  “Not my rule to break big guy. I can send Red in to get Joe if you’d like.” She threatened.

  I knew Turner wouldn’t want to escalate this already bad situation, but also won’t let go. I looked up for him, “It’s okay, I’ll be right here.” I promised.

  He shook his head again and walked past the girls with me in a firm grip under that heavy arm. The arm that is now tight with tension.

  Joe stood at the doorway, “She waits out here bro.”

  Turner shook his head.

  “I know man, believe me, I know. Play by the rules and it’ll work out. Nobody wants to take your old lady away.” He tried to sound assuring. Joe has changed a lot since he’s been back. I’m guessing Red has something to do with that.

  He still shook his head and tried to push past Joe, who is almost as big as Turner. This could get ugly.

  I Took Turner’s hand and removed it from my shoulder, “Go baby. I’ll be right here outside this door when you’re done.” I promised.

  He growled at me and warned me with his eyes and his finger under my chin.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to the girls, you talk to the guys, and then we’ll head over to my father’s.”

  “He’s already here Georgia.” Joe informed me. “Let’s go Turner. Cord is here too, so don’t let this get ugly.”

  “Who’s Cord?” I asked Joe.

  I didn’t get my answer because Slider swung open the door, looked at Turner and waved him inside, “Let’s go. I don’t have all day for my brother’s drama.” He sounds annoyed, great.

  I dropped to my knees as they slammed the door behind them.

  Salina and Red tried to pull me up but I pushed them away, “No!! I told him I’d be here when he gets out, and I will!!”

  Red sat down next to me and lit a joint. “Then we’ll sit with you.” She handed it to me.

  I took it and looked at Salina. My eyes filled up at her mothering stern expression. “I’m sorry.”

  She hugged me with one arm around my shoulders as she sat. “It’s okay honey. Slider is nothing if not fair. He won’t do anything undeserved.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  After what seemed like a lifetime the door opened and my husb…man’s big boot came into view under me. I couldn’t move. I was struck frozen with fear.

  He bent his knees and lifted my chin. A tear rolled down my cheek as he pulled me up to stand under him. I swallowed afraid to breathe.

  He shrugged his cut off and quickly draped it over my shoulders.

  “NO!!!” I panicked.

  He put his finger to my lips silencing me. Then he pointed to the RV for me to go.

  “No. Don’t make me, please.” I almost said ‘sir’, but it didn’t apply here, nor would it help his cause.

  He nodded and leaned down like he was going to kiss me.

  Joe, Goat, Gunner, and Cord pulled him away. Salina told me earlier Cord was the Montana brother with a whole set of problems. I don’t remember what they are, but the word lesbian stuck out. That will be a good story for later. Right now I want to know where my…man is.

  I was able to break free of Salina and Red enough to run over to the ring. The ring. They’re going to beat him, like they think he beats me. I can’t change this. I can’t scream, I can’t argue, I can’t do shit. Once the club has made a decision, it’s done. It’s part of the code.

  I stood on the south side of the ring and put my forehead on the mat. I closed my eyes as fists pounded and men said things I don’t want to know. Re
d and Salina stood to either side of me and tried to tell me Turner was fine.

  Maybe he was, but they’d fuck him up good for this. For hurting me.

  I looked up finally. He’s not even fighting back.

  “Joe!!!” I yelled.

  He looked at me and stood upright, “Come here.”

  I jumped in the ring and faced him, waiting.

  He took my shoulders and turned me to face my very bloody man. “Can you control him?” He asked.

  I nodded knowing Turner can see me if I verbally reply. I’m not supposed to speak to anyone.

  “Tell me now.” He ordered.

  I nodded, “Yes, I love him, I can handle him.” I vowed and this will be the only wedding vow I really need to take with this man.

  Turner closed his eyes and dropped to the ground. Goat and Joe carried him to the back bedroom of our RV.

  Slider caught me just outside the door as they took Turner inside, “You ever show up with so much as a hickey in my territory and I’ll strip his patch.”

  I nodded, “Yes sir. I won’t, I promise.”

  He had already turned away taking Salina with him.

  Red stepped up to me, “Joe wasn’t easy either, but he’s a good man. Slider wouldn’t have let him off this easy if he didn’t believe the same of Turner.”

  “He looks bad.”

  She nodded, “He’ll be fine. Keep him still for the broken ribs. I’ll text you some further instructions. Go baby, before Gunner forgets his manners.” She winked and held the door for me.

  I looked back, “Thank you.”

  “Go!!” She shut the door. Gunner was heading towards us. As cruel as he is, he wanted to kill Turner for hurting me. Gunner is crazy, and violent in an understatement, unless it comes to women.

  Gunner covets women, and takes more than a personal interest in Stacy’s girls. Nobody really knows Gunner’s story, maybe the guys do, but I haven’t met anyone yet who was willing to ask him or anyone else about his past.

  I drove about twenty minutes until I remembered Daisy. I looked up like an idiot, “Daisy? You there?”

  “Always Miss, and I’m in the floor.” She reminded me.

  “Yeah, but you’re kind of better than the floor, so if you don’t mind I’ll continue to look up to you. Can you do some kind of scan on Turner? Tell me if he’s okay?”