Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series Read Free Page A

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,