Georgia Peach - Book One

Chapter 7 - Wherever I Go, Trouble Follows

The sun shining through the blinds awakens me from my slumber the next morning. I can hear the faint sound of music downstairs. I sit up to listen for a moment; I hear the muffled sound of Aunt Las singing along to the tune of Marvin Gaye on the radio. I quickly slide my slippers on and run downstairs to the kitchen. As I enter the kitchen, I observe her dancing around with a wooden spoon to her mouth, lip-syncing the words, so I walk up behind her, tapping her shoulder. She turns around and playfully takes my hand, twirling me around as we dance to the beat of the music together in the kitchen. Brie bursts through the entryway, hair a mess with her hands on her hips, giving us an evil glare, "Geez, mom, would you keep it down?! I'm trying to sleep!"

Aunt Las and I begin howling with laughter, "Don't be such a party pooper, Brie!" she says.

I reach out my hands out for her, "Yeah, Brie, dance with us."

Aunt Las also stretches out her hand for Brie's. She rolls her eyes, placing her hands in ours, as we dance along to the music. This is heaven, just like old times. Las made a batch of freshly baked, made from scratch cinnamon rolls this morning for us.

After breakfast, Brie and I dash upstairs to get showered and groomed for the day. I'm looking forward to some girl time with Brie and Maggie. I needed this desperately. It's nice not to be concerned with another girl that I hang out with hooking up with my boyfriend. I'm also looking forward to getting to know Maggie a little better.

I slip on a tank top and a blue jean skirt with my gold strappy sandals after showering. I pull my hair up in a ponytail and add some makeup before marching downstairs. Brie comes downstairs shortly after I do and calls Maggie to let her know we are headed out to pick her up.

We pull into the driveway at Maggie's house a few moments later. Nova is sitting on the front porch, waving to us. Both Brie and I get out of the car to greet her, "Good morning Nova!" I greet her.

"Good morning, darlin. Good to see you. I hope you girls have a good day."

Maggie busts out the door of the house and down the porch steps, "Bye Momma, see you later."

"Bye, baby. Love you!" Nova calls out as she runs past her.

"Bye, Momma. Love you," Brie says to Nova as she opens the passenger side door and pulls the seat up for Maggie to climb in the back.

"Bye, sweetie. Love you too!" Nova replies.

The three of us wave goodbye to Nova as I back out of the driveway and head to town. The girls discuss one of the boutiques nearby they'd like to visit. As we pull up in the parking lot, we grab our purses and walk inside. It's so adorable and quaint on the outside; walking inside the store is even more precious. The aroma of lavender fills the air, and it is packed full of women's clothes from one end to the other. I begin to search through the clearance racks to my right as some of the dresses catch my eye. I pull out a beautiful white cotton sundress with a brown belt around it in my size. I pull it from the rack and continue looking through the rest, picking out a few more outfits that appeal to me. I approach Brie and Maggie near the shoes to get their opinion on what I have chosen, "Do you girls like this dress?" I ask as I hold up the white sleeveless cotton sundress against my body in front of the full-length mirror.

"Oh, that's so pretty!" Maggie replies as she spins around.

Brie stands next to me in front of the mirror, "Try it on, Colie. Let me see it on. I love it."

I enter the dressing room and slip it on. I stand in every position in front of the mirror. It's perfectly southern in every way. As I come out of the dressing room, the girls have a big smile on their face, "So pretty!" Brie says.

Maggie comes around, checking out the back of the dress, "Yeah, Mariah, it fits you so well!"

"Okay, girls, I have to buy it now; you twisted my arm. I think I'll wear it tonight."

They give me the thumbs up, and I return to the dressing room to change back into my clothes. I search through the shoe section to find boots to go with my dress. I find the perfect pair of brown boots on the display table towards the back.

I come across the jewelry bin close to the checkout. I pull out different jewelry pieces to purchase, but one item stands out; I discover a pair of peach stud earrings. I know that I have to buy these.

I check on the girls and find they are still fishing through the clearance rack. Both picked out dresses for tonight. Once we have reached our limit of shopping, we gather our items and check out. At the counter, the salesclerk rings us up; we pay and leave the store, "Hey, let's go grab some lunch," I offer as we exit the front door, walking through the parking lot.

"Oh, yeah, let's get some Mexican," Brie suggests as we climb in the car.

I turn back to Maggie, "Is that good with you?"

She nods in agreement, "Absolutely, I love Mexican!"

I leave the boutique parking lot and drive over to Cozy Mel's Mexican Restaurant. The girls and I order our food and discuss the plans for tonight and what bands are expected to play. I feel so comfortable socializing with these two; it makes my decision easier on whether I could stay in Laurel.

After lunch, we box up our leftovers and head out. I drop Maggie off at her house on the way back home, "See you tonight, Maggie," I tell her as she exits the car.

"Yep, I'll meet you all there. Momma and I are riding in together," She responds.

Brie yells out the window, "Bye, heifer!"

Maggie turns around, "Later, Hugh Heffnah!"

The three of us, roaring with laughter at each other as we back out of the driveway and headed to Aunt Lori's house.

Dylan's POV

I can't fight this any longer. I walk over to my door, grab my keys off the hook, my wallet, and close the door behind me. I jump in my truck and speed off down the road. This girl is my match; she's perfect for me in every way. I know this in my gut. Hell, I knew the minute I laid eyes on her.

I drive across town and pull into the parking lot of the jewelry shop. I sit in my truck for a moment contemplating if this is the right move. I don't want to freak her out. I know this is right, but does she feel the same? I guess when you know, you just know, and I can't let this girl walk out of my life. I have to take the leap of faith and go for it.

As I walk through the front entrance of the jewelry shop, the salesclerk greets me at the counter, "Good Morning, sir, what can I help you with?"

"I'm here to pick out an engagement ring for my girl."

"Right this way."

I follow her over to the counter and sit down in front of the case. She pulls out each ring on display for me to look at, setting it on the glass counter. Notably, one of the rings stands out more than the others. It demands attention, like my girl, "Could I take a look at this one?" I ask.

"Absolutely."

She pulls the ring out of the display and hands it over to me. I look down and marvel at it and think of how beautiful it will look on her lovely long slender fingers, and I begin to smile ear to ear. Wow, I never thought I'd be in this position; Dylan Hudson is in love. Damn! I'm head over heels in love with this girl. I look up at the salesclerk with the ring in my hand without hesitation and say, "I'll take it."

Mariah's POV

We pull up to the house, and I hop in the shower once more to get nice and fresh for my guy tonight. I spend extra time in the shower, grooming, shaving, and moisturizing. Once I get out, I repaint my nails and toes; then, I slip into the new dress I bought today. It's strapless, so it shows my bare shoulders. I'm giving him full access tonight. Although, I can't comply with the no panties policy. I can't bring myself to a festival and risk having my cat out on display for everyone; this town would eat me alive. Aunt Las would die of embarrassment and possibly kick my ass. I decide to slip on panties. He will just have to wait until we get to his house to take them off.

I add makeup and curl my hair, pulling it halfway up. While finishing my hair, my phone rings. I see on the caller ID it's Dylan, so I pick it up right away, "Hello," I answer.

"Hey babe, it's me. I'll be there in thirty to pick your fine ass up."

I feel butterflies in my stomach, "Okay, I'll be waiting on ya."

"Alright, sweetie. See ya soon."

"Okay, bye."

I disconnect the call and dash downstairs. Brie's dressed to kill in a cute little floral sundress with cowboy boots. Aunt Las walks into the living room from the kitchen, "Hey Aunt Las, Dylan is coming by to pick me up in about thirty minutes; I'll meet up with you guys there."

"Okay, sug, that's fine. We will see you there."

I sit on the sofa, waiting patiently for Dylan to arrive. About twenty minutes later, I hear a knock at the door. Aunt Las gets up from the recliner to answer the door, "Hey, Dylan, come on in, darlin," She says.

"Hey Loretta, how are you?"

"I'm good, honey; Mariah is in the living room."

I get up from the sofa and walk into the entry to greet him. He stops as soon as he notices me, eyeing the length of my body. Aunt Las turns her head, looking in the other direction, pretending not to notice him undressing me with his eyes, "So, you kids be good, are you coming home tonight, Mariah?"

Before I had a chance to answer, Dylan chimes in, "Well, I was hoping I could take her off your hands tonight, Loretta. I'll bring her back tomorrow if that's okay?"

She chuckles, pointing her finger at us, "Well, alright then. Be safe, both of you! You know what I mean!"

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, "Okay, Las, I'll see you there."

She nods her head and raises her brow at me, "Okay, bye, kids."

Dylan takes my hand and leads me out to his truck. He opens the passenger door, and I climb in. He struts around to the driver's side and climbs in, his eyes boring a hole through me. He exhales audibly, shaking his head from side to side while casting a sly grin, "God Damn, woman! You look smokin fuckin hot today! I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off you, baby!"

I hide my face as my cheeks flush, "Come closer," He orders as he motions for me to scoot close to him.

I hesitate at first because I'm wearing panties, and I know he will have me take them off. He motions his finger for me to scoot over once more. So, I give in and scoot close to him. He reaches down and rubs the outside of my panties, "Umm, what are those?"

I throw my hands up, "Dylan, this town would eat me alive if, God forbid, someone saw I wasn't wearing panties, and my cat is on full display for everyone to see."

He snorts, "Well, for one, that cat is mine, so if any man looks over your way, they are gonna get their teeth knocked down their throat. Second, I would always keep you covered. You never have to worry about that. I got you, baby."

I turn away from him because I know I won't be able to say no, even if I wanted to, "Take them off, baby, let me feel you."

I roll my eyes, knowing he has literally charmed the panties off me. I'm so turned on now; I have no will power to go against his request. So, I scoot away from him, lifting my hips to pull my panties down, pulling each leg out. I hold them up in the air to give them to him, and then I pull back quickly as he reaches for them behind my head, putting my finger up with the other, "I'll keep these off on one condition."

He lifts his brow, "What's that?"

"I don't know. I'm just messing with you!" I respond as I throw my panties at him.

With a sly grin, he brings them up to his nose, inhaling my scent, "God, I love your scent! It's so f*****g intoxicating."

I cross my arms and turn away from him. He reaches out and squeezes my inner thigh, "Come over here to daddy."

Without hesitation, I scoot over. Aunt Las and Brie come out of the house, shocked that we haven't left the driveway, "Oh Dylan, act casual. Keep your hands to yourself until we leave the driveway, please?" I plead.

He backs out of the drive, both of us waving goodbye as we pull out. Brie shook her head from side to side and flashed a half-hearted grin. She knows all too well. As we back out of the driveway, Dylan slides his hand down my inner thigh. I slowly open my legs up for him to have his way with me. He inserts his finger through my slit and begins to massage my flower. I grasp his bicep as he runs his finger down my slit, inserting two fingers into my core, "Ah, Dylan. Keep going!" I cry out.

He growls as he massages the inner walls of my p***y, watching as I writhe in pleasure, "You are so f*****g hot right now. I can't wait to be balls deep in that beautiful ass."

I reach down between his legs and run my hand down his inner thigh, "So, how about some road head?"

A look of shock crosses his face, "It's all yours, baby, take the wheel."

I grab the wheel as he unbuttons his jeans, fishing his c**k out of his boxers. It's a f*****g beautiful sight, so perfect and smooth, it makes my mouth water. He reaches up to grip the wheel. I pull my hair to one side, get on all fours, and lean down, taking his entire c**k into my mouth to the point before activating the gag reflex. I look up at him with a huge smile on my face, "If you get pulled over, I will die of embarrassment!"

He chuckles as he runs his fingers through my hair. I grab his shaft and begin stroking it while I roll my tongue around the tip as though I'm licking a melted ice cream cone. I can feel the truck accelerate and stop as he drives across town. I continue to move my hand up and down the shaft, taking him into my mouth as I roll my tongue around the tip. I begin to deep throat his c**k before I feel his body tense, "f**k, I'm about to bust a nut!"

I suck further down his c**k as I continue to stroke his shaft. He laces his fingers through my hair, "Ahhh..." As soon as he moans, a warm shot of c*m shoots down my throat. I lick every drop of c*m off the tip of his c**k, swallowing the warm saltiness before sitting up and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He leans into the steering wheel, "God damn, woman. I'm gonna eat that p***y dry tonight," He says with a post-orgasmic gaze. His words send a shiver down my spine. I squeeze my thighs together as I feel wetness pooling between my legs.

We arrive at the festival a few moments later, the sound of music playing off in the distance. Dylan comes around to let me out of the passenger side, grabbing my hand to lead me through the front entrance. As we walk in, I notice several food trucks lined up with an area for seating. Directly in front of us, there's a large tent covering a vast dance floor with additional seating.

It's lit up so beautifully with strings of white lights hanging all around. Up on stage, the band plays music; it's quite entertaining. I've not experienced anything like it. The dance floor is packed with couples dancing together to the rhythm of the music.

I scan the area as Dylan leads me underneath the tent. I can feel two eyes boring a hole through me as we walk in. I immediately become annoyed to find the person whose eyes are fixated on me are those of f*****g Ethan's! I watch as Ethan takes his beer can and squeezes it tightly, causing it to collapse in his hand. I lean in close to Dylan as he scans the room for a place to sit. He notices that I'm tensed and whispers into my ear, "Hey babe, you okay?"

I turn to face him and wrap my arms around his neck, whispering back into his ear, "Do you know that guy over there sitting in the corner? Don't make it obvious when you look at him."

He glances over my shoulder, "Yea, that's Suzy's cousin, Ethan."

"He's so strange! He gives me the creeps."

He wraps his arms around my waist, "He is a strange old bastard. Has he done something to make you uncomfortable?"

"Kind of. He's always staring at me, and I don't know he doesn't seem right to me."

He cups my face and pulls me in for a kiss, "He won't come anywhere near you. If he does, you let me know."

I avoid eye contact with him and avert my attention elsewhere. There's a group of girls sitting at a table to the right, giving me the evil eye and whispering amongst each other. No doubt Dylan Hudson's very own fan club. I notice that he doesn't even look at them or notice them, for that matter. That's right, ladies, he's all mine. Sorry about your luck. He wraps his hand around my waist, "Hey, babe, let's go grab the open table near the stage. It's large enough for our group."

He leads me over to the large rectangular table near the stage, pulling out a chair for me first, then he sits down next to me. About that time, Aunt Las, Brie, Nova, and Maggie show up and weave their way through the crowded dance floor to where we are seated. Dylan stands up once they get situated, "Excuse me for a minute, I'll be right back. Want me to get some drinks?" he asks as he runs his finger along my cheek.

"Yeah, I'll take anything, surprise me."

"Okay, I'll grab everyone a drink and be right back."

He struts towards a guy that just entered the tent. He is a handsome guy, tall with black hair and dark eyes with an olive skin tone. He pats his shoulder and leads him outside of the tent towards the food trucks.

Maybe while he's gone, I'll go find out where the restrooms are, "Girls, excuse me. I'm going to the restroom and check my face."

I push through the crowd of dancers on the dance floor and exit the tent. As soon as I leave, I feel a hand on my arm. I spin around quickly and attempt to yank my arm from their grip. Christ! It's f*****g Ethan, "Mariah, hey," He says.

"What do you want, Ethan?" I ask as I back away from him.

"What are you doing messing around with Dylan Hudson?"

"What's it any business of yours?" I ask sharply.

"I don't like him. He's not right for you."

"Oh, well, I can see how that concerns you," I say sarcastically.

As he reaches up to rub my cheek with his thumb, I smack his hand away. I'm starting to get pissed! He grabs my arm, pulling me to the side of the tent, up against a brick building next door, and places his hand over my mouth. I attempt to push him away, but he's so much stronger than I am. My cries, muffled, "We are perfect together. You will see it eventually. I'll make you see!" He cries out.

Tears pool from my eyes; I shake my head from side to side as I place my hands on his chest, pushing him away. He presses his body against mine and inhales audibly, breathing in the scent of my hair. I turn my head to the side, avoiding eye contact with him. Suddenly, he releases his grip from my mouth and falls to the ground. Standing over him is Dylan; he reaches down, pulling him up by his shirt collar, "What the f**k are you doing, Ethan?!" he yells.

Ethan starts to tremble and shakes his head as Dylan has a death grip on his collar. He begins to stutter," No, I...no...I."

Dylan mocks him, "I...I... What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Ethan shakes his head from side to side and begins sobbing, "You lay one hand on her again, and I swear to God, I'll knock your teeth down your throat! Do you hear me?!" Dylan yells.

I press my body against the wall, staying out of the way. Ethan attempts to squirm out of Dylan's grip, "Run along now, you freak!" Dylan yells.

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Ethan makes eye contact as he scurries past me, "He's not right for you! I will make you see that!" he cries.

Dylan lunges towards him as Ethan picks up the pace and hightails it out of there. Dylan wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him, "God baby, I am so sorry. He will never touch you again; I'll make sure of it. Are you alright?"

I bury my face into his shoulder, "Yes, I am in complete shock!"

He lifts my chin with his finger, "I got you. He's gone now, but you need to take someone with you when you leave here just in case."

"Okay, I'll grab Brie if I need to go to the restroom. Don't say anything to anyone, please?"

He nods, taking my hand, and leads me back to where everyone is seated. I walk over to Brie and whisper in her ear, "Hey, come with me to the restroom, would ya?"

She follows me out of the tent, and we search for the restrooms. We come across a building with a bathroom and walk inside to check our hair and makeup. I'm still shaking over the incident with Ethan, but I never mention it to Brie. I need to talk to Aunt Las about him.

As we leave the restroom, I run into a familiar face. Suzy stands in front of me, blocking me from leaving while trying to size me up, "Oh, look, it's the town slut!"

"I beg your pardon?" I ask, surprisingly.

Brie intervenes, getting up in her face, "Back the f**k up! Suzy!" she yells.

Suzy glances back at her friends, "She will be gone soon enough once Dylan drops her ass," Then she turns back to me, "Don't worry, darlin. I'll take care of your man real nice then. He always comes crawling back to me."

I cross my arms in protest; she's a piece of work! The girl is so jealous, it's pathetic, "Dream on cunt! Why don't you run along back to Charlie Vance, where you belong!" Brie yells as she grabs my hand, busting through the group of girls on the way out.

"God, Brie! She is so f*****g jealous!" I cry out as she pulls me by my hand.

"Yeah, she's a f*****g w***e! She's been hooking up with Dylan's old high school buddy, Charlie Vance, the last I heard. He is the same guy she was caught screwing at the party."

As Brie and I enter the tent, Dylan is engaged in conversation with the other guy he talked to earlier. The guy looks up at me as we approach, and Dylan leans in to whisper something in his ear. I can tell they are talking about me. The other guy smiles and shakes his head. Hmmm... I wonder what that's all about? Brie sits down in her seat, checking out Dylan's friend, "Hey Seth."

He winks at her, flashing her a sexy smile, "Hey, Brie."

Dylan nudges me gently with his elbow, "This is my buddy, Seth. Seth, this is Mariah."

Seth flashes a smile, "Nice to meet you finally; now I can put a name with a face."

Brie waves her hand at Dylan to get his attention, "Hey, we just had a run-in with Suzy again in the restroom."

His eyes wide, "What for now?"

"She's trying to stake her claim, I guess. She threatens my cousin again; I swear to God D, I will knock her ass out!"

He chuckles, "I'd expect nothing less, little B."

"Are you fuckin around with her again?" She blurts out.

"f**k, no! I haven't messed with her since High School. She's insane! She's still fuckin around with Charlie Vance last I heard!" he scoffs.

Seth leans in, "I know this to be a fact, Brie. Dylan has not messed with her since High School. Hell, all she does is hang out at the bars, getting wasted and hitting on every guy in there. She's even tried to get me to take her home before. She's nasty. She and Charlie deserve each other."

Hearing that gives me some relief. At least he isn't running to her like she says he is. After a few drinks, some food, and some chit chat, a couple of hours pass. The band plays a slow song by Brooks N Dunn, and Dylan nudges my arm, "Dance with me?"

I take his hand as he pulls me to the dance floor. I wrap my arms around his neck, breathing in his scent as his musky aroma fills my nostrils. He runs his hands from my waist down to my ass, "I can't stop thinking about your p***y. All I have to do is reach down, and there it is, waiting for me."

I bury my face in his shoulder, "Well, please don't do that until we leave."

He chuckles, "I will do my best I can't promise anything."

As he twirls me around the dance floor, I notice Suzy is seated with her mean girls' posse at the table in the back, glaring at us. He notices that my gaze is fixated over his shoulder, so he whips me around, having my back face the girls. Then he dips me before leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, "Oh lord, you are poking the bear," I say breathlessly.

He shrugs, "Hey, why not give her something to stare at?"

Our little display of affection is interrupted as Brie and Seth dance close to us, "Go get a room, you two. Colie, did you forget to put on panties today?"

Feeling my cheeks flush, I bury my face into Dylan's shoulder, silently praying that nobody else saw. I guess I might as well get used to being the town slut, since I snatched the most eligible bachelor from these old jealous cunts. Especially Suzy!

Once the song ends, Dylan takes my hand and leads me back to the table. Nova and Aunt Las are discussing work. Maggie runs her fingers through her date's curly black mane as he places his hand on her thigh. Brie and Seth seem to be hitting it off; he leans in as she whispers something in his ear. Dylan places his hand on my knee, squeezing gently, "What do you say we head out of here before we put on a show for everyone?"

I willingly follow his lead, bidding farewell to everyone as we push through the crowd of people, leaving the festival. Dylan opens the passenger side door for me as we approach his truck before he climbs in on the driver's side. Without hesitation, I slide over next to him, knowing it's the first thing he will request of me, "Oh, my baby is ready for me," He runs his hand down my inner thigh, inserting the tip of his finger through my slit, "Oh, yeah, you are definitely ready for me. I'm gonna turn you inside out tonight."

As I become weak with desire, my cheeks begin to flush, and my breathing quickens. He squeals out of the parking lot before reaching down once more to insert his finger through my slit and into my wet core. My body yearned for his touch so desperately. I grasp the seat with both hands while arching my back as he massages the inner walls of my p***y with his finger, "You are so wet, baby. I can't wait to be inside of you," He responds in a husky tone while hitting my sensitive spot.

Suddenly I feel a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins, and I buck wildly against his hand, "Ahh! Dylan, I'm cumming!" I cry out.

He pushes his finger further into my p***y as I hit my c****x. As I begin to relax, he removes his finger, putting it up to his mouth, licking off the arousal, "Damn baby, that was hot as f**k!" he says.

I gaze at him with a post-orgasmic stare, panting while attempting to recoup from my o****m, "How in the world do you do that to me just with your fingers?" I ask breathlessly.

He chuckles. "I know what my girl likes; it's not hard. I just pay attention."

I bury my head into his shoulder until we pull up in the driveway of his house.

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