Sweet Southern Summer (The Georgia Peaches Book 3)

by Colbie Kay

  “Mmm. That’s an excellent way to start my day.” I lick my lips, savoring the taste.

  “I’ve got an even better way to begin the day.” Zac wiggles his eyebrows. He runs his tongue across his lips and crawls down my body, placing small kisses on my hips and inner thighs.

  I moan softly when he reaches my swollen nub and sucks it into his mouth. Zac explores my wet slit from top to bottom, going back to my clit for a nibble. He slides two digits into my wet entrance. As he scissors his fingers, moving them back and forth, his tongue continues its assault on my clit.

  My body begins to tremble, my moans becoming louder as my orgasm hits me forcefully, and I scream, “Yes! Oh God, yes!” Not allowing me to come down from my high, Zac covers my body and slides his cock into my wet entrance. His thrusts are fast and hard. Another orgasm is building. “Zac.”

  My body is tightening around him, and he crashes his mouth against mine, capturing my moans. He pistons in a few more times before his body shakes, our orgasms engulfing us.

  Zac falls to the side of me. We’re both out of breath. “Now that’s how you start a morning.”

  I couldn’t agree more.

  Zac and I check out of the hotel and begin the second day of our trip. This one will be shorter. Thank goodness. “Day two. You ready?” I gaze at Zac, loving that he appears rested.

  “After my morning? Yeah, I’m ready.” He winks.

  “I could get used to being woken up like that every morning.” I grin widely.

  Zac’s jaw drops as his eyes expand. He clears his throat and starts the truck. Before long, we’re driving through St. Louis and I can see the Arch. “Oh my Jesus.” I squeal.

  “What?” Zac questions.

  “Your driving is scaring the shit out of me.” Zac is weaving in and out of traffic like a madman.

  “Well, it’s not me. It’s them.” He takes one hand off the steering wheel, pointing to the other cars. Some drivers are slamming on their brakes, while others are not using their turn signals. Still, others cut drivers off, not giving two shits about what they are doing. “Would you like to drive through this shit?”

  “No, absolutely not. I’d like to keep what’s left of my sanity.” A car cuts us off, causing Zac to slam on the brakes. “Damn it!” I yell.

  “Fuckin’ shit! You asshole!” Zac hollers, flipping the guy off.

  Placing my hand over my mouth to hold in my laughter, I struggle to keep it at bay, but I can’t hold back any longer. We are definitely two people who should stay away from big city driving and stick to the smaller towns. My giggles bubble out of me.

  “Cayden, what’s so funny? Jesus, we need to get out of here.” Zac checks his mirrors. “I think we should plan on going through to smaller cities when taking road trips. Or at least try to time our travels so that we miss rush hour.” He changes lanes, and we make it to the other side of St. Louis.

  The hours pass as the miles tick by. “Babe, can you grab me a soda?”

  “Sure.” Reaching over the seat, I open the cooler and grab two drinks. One for Zac and one for myself. Opening his drink, I hand it to him. “Here you go, sexy.”

  More time on the road and I notice that Zac has become quiet. “What’s on your mind?” I can tell he’s thinking hard about something.

  He briefly glances at me. “Don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow when we arrive. I’ve been gone for four years.”

  My heart drops to my stomach, and I reach out to touch his arm. “Hey, we’re going to roll with it. I’m gonna be right beside you the whole time.” I state, reaffirming that I’m not going anywhere.

  Zac pulls over onto the shoulder of the highway, and his lips crash to mine. He moves back, our eyes locking. “Thank you. I love you,” He whispers.

  I touch his cheeks tenderly. “You’re welcome. I love you too, Zac, and I’m always going to be here for you.”

  He has tears welling in his eyes. I know this is hard for him, but we’re going to make it through this. Taking a deep breath, he nods and kisses me one more time before we are off again.

  We stop in a little town called Salina for the night. The two of us eat dinner, clean up, and hit the bed. Only one more travel day before we’re in Colorado. He doesn’t know it, but I’m scared shitless.

  Another morning of being woken up by Zac before we take a shower and grab some breakfast, and soon we’re on the road again. I think he took me seriously when I said I could get used to that wake-up call.

  We cross into Colorado and are moving closer to Zac’s home. The further down the road we go, the more tension I can see in Zac’s jawline. He pulls into the last rest area before our final destination so that we can stretch our legs and use the facilities. I’m glad I could convince him to take this step in the healing process. I just don’t know how it’s going to turn out. The sun is setting as we climb back into Dex’s truck, and we’re back on the road. Zac is really quiet, and I’m sure his heart is racing by now.

  We finally make it to our final exit. Zac drives down some roads and makes a few more turns before he exhales loudly.

  And there it is.

  His home.

  I see two people sitting on the front porch as we drive up, and after Zac puts the truck in park, we both climb out, meeting in front of the truck. The couple is staring at us from the top of steps, their eyes wide, and their mouths hanging open. I grab Zac’s hand, intertwining our fingers. His grip tightens, and I squeeze his hand in return, reassuring him yet again that I’m here for him.

  With one last glance at each other, I ask, “Ready?”

  He runs his hand through his hair. “Yeah. No turning back now.” We walk toward the porch and stop at the bottom of the stairs. “Mom, Dad,” Zac greets them.

  It’s so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

  While standing at the bottom of my parent's steps, waiting for them to say something, I can see the Colorado sky. It’s started its change, becoming beautifully pink, yellow, and orange. I forgot how much I loved the sight of the sun setting here. "Mom, Dad," I address them.

  They gaze down at me for a moment until it seems to click that I'm really here. "Zac?" My mom gasps, covering her mouth with her hands as tears pool in her eyes.

  My dad runs down the stairs and pulls me into a tight hug. "Oh, Zacky!" His voice is uneven and shaky…as are the pats he’s giving me on my back.

  Reaching around his waist, I hold him just as tightly, and my eyes close, relishing this feeling of being home and with my parents. I've missed them so much. "Dad."

  Another set of arms wrap around the both of us, and I know the familiar embrace belongs to my mom. Cayden sniffles behind us.

  Breaking the hug, I step back. "I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Cayden." I take her hand in mine, entwining our fingers.

  "It's nice to meet you both." Cayden gives them her megawatt smile.

  "It's nice to meet you too, Cayden," My dad speaks softly as he shakes her hand.

  My mom doesn't say anything though. She simply pulls Cayden into an embrace. What can I say? My family is full of huggers. "Let's go inside." Mom starts climbing up the steps and peeks at us over her shoulder. "You're right on time. Dinner's done. We can eat while you explain why you vanished without a word."

  I had hoped it wouldn't be brought up, but I knew this conversation was inevitable. It is time to face the music.

  Once we’re sitting at the dining room table, we each take portions of mashed potatoes, green beans, and Mom's delicious chicken and noodles. Man, I've missed her cooking. Cynthia, Cayden's mom, reminds me a lot of mine.

  Mom folds her hands together, resting them on the table. "We searched for you for months. We called the police, and they wouldn't help because you were over eighteen. Do you have any idea what you put me and your father through when you disappeared like that?" Tears well in her eyes. "For all we knew, our only child could have been dead!" She covers her mouth with her hand, a deep sob escaping.

  "Mom—" I start, but sh
e holds up her hand to stop me.

  "I'm not finished. Do you know how we found out that you were okay? Your friends told us your Facebook updated to show you were in Georgia. Georgia, Zac! The least you could have done was to call and let us know you were alive." Disappointment rages in her eyes and my gut twists hearing what I put them through.

  I was a selfish asshole for not considering them or their feelings when I ran. I didn’t think of anyone except myself during my hasty departure. "I'm sorry." My head drops to my chest. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea."

  I begin to stand, but my father grabs my elbow. "Sit, Zacky."

  With a heavy sigh, I do as I’m told. "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad." I drag my gaze from one to the other. "After the accident, Maddie's parents blamed me, and I thought everyone else would too. No one would tell me anything about her condition. I've held onto so much guilt since that night that I haven’t been able to move on or let it go…until now." I take Cayden's hand in mine under the table. "Because of Cayden. I came back to make amends. Will you forgive me?"

  My dad speaks up, "You're our son, and we will always welcome you with open arms. We've never stopped loving you.” His head dips for a moment before his eyes meet mine. “Everyone knows it was an accident, Zac. None of the kids in that car should have been driving. I think Maddie's parents needed someone to blame at the time, and you were the closest to Maddie.” His gaze drifts to Cayden. “Thank you, Cayden, for bringing our son home.”

  “You’re welcome.” She gives him a small smile. “I think Zac needed this. He needs closure for that night. It’s been hard on him too, but hopefully some good will come out of this for everyone involved.”

  Nodding, he asks, “How long are you in town?"

  I chime in, "Only until tomorrow. We need to head back to college in a few weeks, but I wanted to see Maddie’s parents before we leave."

  My parents look at each other before my mom's eyes move to me, and she gives me a sympathetic smile. "I think that’s a good idea. Watching you pull up, having you home, was a huge surprise, but we’re happy you came. As your father said, you are always welcome, Zac. We love you so much. No matter what, that will never change.”

  I gaze at both of them. “I love you too.” I begin to feel as if one of my burdens is lifting.

  “Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?” My dad questions.

  Shaking my head, I respond, “No, we came here first before we got a room at the motel.”

  “You can stay here in your old room. It's exactly how you left it,” Mom announces, leaving no room for debate. “How is college going? What did you end up majoring in?"

  "It's been good. Sometimes the classes are hard, but overall, I'm keeping my grades up. My major is physical education, but I'm on the baseball team and am waiting for the MLB to call me up after this semester. I plan on entering the draft."

  My dad pats my back. "Ever since you were little, it was always either baseball or teaching, and I’m happy you are following all of your dreams, Zacky. We're so proud of you."

  "Thanks." The strangest feeling takes hold in my chest. It's like a hole is being filled–like this is a piece I've been missing…and I guess it is. I smile. Maybe there's hope for me after all.

  My dad shifts his attention to Cayden. "So, what are you studying, Cayden?"

  "I'm going to be a veterinarian, sir. I'm still in my freshman year, but I've always wanted to work with animals."

  My mom interjects, "I bet your mom and dad are very proud of you, Cayden."

  Cayden clears her throat. "Thank you, but it’s just my mom and sisters."

  Mom puts her hand on her chest. "I’m sorry, Cayden. Your mom and sisters must be very proud.”

  Cayden waves her hand. “It’s okay. Our father left when we were little, but that’s a long story.” She laughs uncomfortably. “The four of us are very close, and I’d like to think they are proud, ma’am.”

  Mom shakes her head. “Please, ma'am was my mother. Call me Carrie, and Zac's dad is Warren. I can't believe we didn't tell you our names earlier."

  Cayden grins. "Oh, it's no problem. We showed up unexpectedly. I'm sure it was a little overwhelming at first."

  "It was.” My father stares at me. “Zac, promise me that you’ll stay in touch from now on and visit more. Please don't make your mother and I worry."

  Mom, hearing my father’s words, beams with her first real smile since we showed up.

  I match her grin. "I promise."

  We finish dinner, and Cayden helps my mom clean up while I talk baseball with my dad. It’s one subject we have always been able to discuss for hours and not get bored with it.

  Before Cayden and my mom join us, my dad changes the subject, "What made you decide on Georgia when you left?"

  I crack my neck, tilting my head from side to side before I meet his eyes. "I didn't tell anyone I had a free ride to the University of Georgia. I wasn't planning on going because Maddie wanted to stay in Colorado, but after the accident, everything changed. When I crossed the state line, I called them to confirm and found out what day I’d be starting. I slept in hotel rooms for a couple weeks, draining my savings, but once I met Mav and Dex, they let me move in with them for our freshman year."

  "Are they on the team?"

  I nod. "Yeah. They're my best friends, and actually, they’re dating Cayden's sisters." I chuckle.

  "She seems like a nice girl, and I can tell you're happy. That's all your mom and I want for you."

  "Thanks, Dad. I really am sorry for not keeping in touch or letting you guys know that I was alright."

  "I know you are. You've always been a good boy, Zacky. I'm glad we have you back." I've never seen my dad cry, but tears brim his lids. "We missed you so much."

  "I missed you guys too. More than you could ever know." I feel the stinging in my nose as my eyes begin to water.

  My dad sniffles. "Got my fingers crossed that the Rockies draft you."

  I'm thankful he's lightening up the conversation, but his switch makes me bust out laughing. "We'll see, but I'm hoping for the Braves."

  Cayden and my mom join us, and they are both giggling. My mom’s eyes are shining with happiness. I’ve missed this, missed hearing her laugh, missed talking with my dad. And especially, missed the simple joy that engulfs us when we’re together in this house.

  “I think I’m going to call it a night,” I announce, standing. Walking over to my dad, I lean down and hug him tightly. Next, I move to my mom, wrapping her in my arms. “I love you both so much.”

  “We love you too, Zac.” My mom squeezes me just as tightly as I do her.

  “Goodnight, and it was a pleasure meeting you both,” Cayden tells them, but she is unable to escape her own set of hugs before we trek to my old room. When the door shuts behind us, I look around the space.

  “How does it feel to be back?” Cayden asks from the bed where she’s removing her shoes.

  “It went better than I thought,” I smirk. “Mom wasn’t lying, it’s exactly how I left it.” My high school trophies sit on the shelves, and the twin size bed is going to make for an interesting night’s sleep. Even my old band posters still cover the walls.

  “I didn’t know you were into eighties rock.” Cayden snickers, studying my posters.

  “Hell, yeah I was. Girl, you don’t know nothin’ ‘bout that.” Guffawing, I join her on the bed.

  “I was always a country girl.” Cayden lays back on the blue comforter. Her T-shirt rides up her stomach, and I lay on my side, running my fingertips across her flesh that’s peeking out.

  “Country is good too,” I mumble as I move closer, bringing my lips to hers. Slowly the kiss deepens, there’s no rush as we explore each other’s mouths. Her hand reaches up, gripping a handful of my hair and holding tight, keeping me connected to her.

  My fingers work on the button of her shorts, allowing me to stick my hand in between her skin and the material. Pressing further in, I find her mound, and Cayden quickly breaks from the kiss
. “We can’t.” Her hooded eyes stare up at me.

  “You like challenges, Cayd. So, let’s play and see how quiet you can be.”

  “But your parents.”

  My brow arches. “Do you really want to talk about my parents when I’m about to make you come?”

  She shakes her head without another protest.

  “Good.” I sit back up and hook my fingers on the waist of her shorts before pulling them down her smooth legs. Letting them fall to the floor, I remove her panties next before I lay down on my side and stare at her. “Since I denied you for so long, I think I have some making up to do.”

  “I think you’ve done well at making it up to me so far,” she says on a gasp.

  My already hard cock twitches, thinking about all the ways we’ve been making up for lost time. Bringing my mouth to her ear, I whisper, “Hmm. Not good enough. I’m all about records, Cayden. Let’s see how many times I can make you come.” Running my finger through her slit, I smirk, “Already wet for me.”

  Her eyes slowly close as I find her clit and begin moving my finger in small circles. “I’m always wet for you, Zac.”

  “Fucking right you are, spread those legs,” I demand. She does without question, and I lean in touching her lips to mine once again.

  I swallow the quiet cries of pleasure that slip from her as my movements become faster.

  “Zac.” She moans breathlessly when I push two fingers inside of her.

  “Quiet,” I warn. “Give me those beautiful eyes.” Her eyes lazily open, and they’re filled with desire. I love seeing her reaction to me, to what I do to her.

  Pumping in and out a few more times, I drag my digit back to her clit, applying more pressure and continuing the assault until her body tightens. “Zac,” She quietly mewls my name over and over as her orgasm takes hold. I give her no time to finish riding it out before I’m pushing her up the bed and laying between her legs. My tongue laps at her sweet-salty flavor and that first taste has me wanting to beg for more. “Zac, I can’t.” She thrashes against me and tries to push my head away, but I don’t budge.