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

and a tight black Harley Davidson t-shirt. He sits down next to me in one fluid move making me scoot away.
    He leaned over to a small black duffel and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two bottled waters. He held out one of the water bottles to me.
    I shook my head, “No. I’m not eating or drinking anything until you take me home.” I informed him as harshly as I could.
    His eyes darkened and I saw the change come over his face. Something dark and threatening.
    “You don’t scare me. You might have me at a disadvantage, but I assure you, it won’t be forever, unless you kill me first.”
    He set the bottle down and grabbed my arm pulling me hard and fast down with my stomach across his lap.
    I felt him run his palm over my left cheek before it stung and smarted making me cuss and scream at him again. The second blow was the same but on the other cheek.
    I tried to get up as tears began to fill my eyes but he pushed me back down. His hand is gently running over my freshly spanked ass.
    “Please, stop. Okay, you win. I’ll drink the water, just don’t hit me again.” I begged. Maybe this is one Colson brother that’s not going to play by the rules. If Slider knew, he’d strip his colors.
    He helped me up and offered me the water bottle again. This time I took it, “Thanks.” No sense in being rude and risking corporal punishment again.
    He waited until I took a sip then offered me the whiskey bottle.
    “Are you going to beat me again if I say no?”
    He narrowed his eyes before pulling the bottle away as he shook his head.
    “Well. I had to ask.” I said softly to myself.
    He’s looking at me like he wants something.
    It’s making me nervous. “What?”
    He made a circle in the air with his finger like he wanted me to turn around.
    I put my back to him.
    He lifted me up at the waist and pulled me back to him. Mentally I thanked him for not dragging my sore ass across the rough Mexican blanket. He’s doing something with my hair.
    It must be a mess after blowing in the wind for twelve or more hours. I’ll probably never get the, “Ow!!” He’d pulled a little too hard fighting a tangle.
    I felt his fingertips stroke my neck like an apology. I don’t think he realized he’d hurt me that time.

    My brain is starting to work now. He’s spanked me twice and given me sexual pleasure twice. Whatever is going on with this man is beyond fucked up, but I don’t think he wants to rape or kill me.
    “Why me?” I asked cautiously.
    Of course he doesn’t answer me, like Goat said, he doesn’t talk unless it’s really important. This must not be important. I feel so stupid. Great. Like my day didn’t suck as it was, now I’m up in the mountains of Colorado with a crazy Colson mountain man who likes to spank and pleasure his captives.
    He moved behind me a while later and I turned to watch him go get the foil boats. When he sat back down and unfolded what looked like perfectly stuffed chicken I looked for his eyes to get my answer, “Who are you?”
    He ignored me and ate like he was starving. He pushed a boat to me and gestured like if I didn’t eat he’d spank me again. I can’t take anymore pain back there tonight so I forced myself to eat as much as I could. I know eating slow makes it easier when your nerves are shot, so that’s what I did.
    I’m not sure if my nerves are shot, or if I’m scared out of my skull. My fear is not something I’m used to dealing with. I’m a lawyer, and up until last week, a damn good one for my age. I think I’m in shock more than anything. He scares me, but I have this deep feeling in my gut that he’d never really hurt me. I’m starting to think he’s crazy for sure, but not that kind of crazy.
    He cleaned up after we ate, took me to go away from camp to relieve myself while he did, and then brought me back to the blanket on the ground. He pointed for me to lay down so I did.
    He dug around in his tent and came out with another blanket and unrolled it as he