Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series Read Free

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