"Admit it, you're lost," Lydia accused me from the passenger seat.

"We aren't lost, Lydia."

"Right. So we're 'turned around'," she said with air quotes. I laughed as I remembered the occasion she was referencing.

When we were on our road trip, we stopped in North Carolina to go to the State Park. I actually did get us lost, but I was too embarrassed to admit it. Lydia definitely called me out on it.

"I promise I'm not lost. Will be there in about ten minutes," I assured her.

"Good. I can't wait," she said with a smile.

I couldn't wait either. I was glad to get away with her for a couple days. I was still getting over the shock of the bombshell she dropped on me when she came over yesterday. I knew she was upset about something, but I never thought it would be something like that.

I could imagine what she went through when she received that letter. She was finally getting her life on track and then she gets something like that in the mail. She owed almost eight thousand dollars to her old landlord. If what she told me is true, and her landlord didn't give her a court-ordered eviction, then there was a good chance my lawyer could get this dismissed for her. Hell, if that was the case, he might be able to even press charges against the landlord himself.

We'll be able to know more once my lawyer looks over everything on Monday. I was able to make us an appointment for the early morning and, against every instinct in my body, I promised Lydia that she could pay for it. If there were any charges, of course.

Normally it would take more convincing from her to allow me to let her pay for something like that, but after talking to her brother, I understood her a little better. She didn't really feel in control of her life before she met me, and she doesn't want to feel like that again.

I didn't want her to feel that way again, either. She has made so much progress in the eight months we've been together. I've never been more proud of her.

Lydia gasped as we pulled up in front of the antique cabin. Sitting on three acres in Upstate New York, privacy wasn't going to be an issue while we were here. This was just what Lydia and I needed. Some time together alone in this romantic cabin, away from our jobs and reality.

"This place is beautiful," she said as she got out of the car. I watched as she took in the picturesque cabin. It had two floors and a wrap-around porch. The upstairs had a balcony connected to the master bedroom with a hot tub. In the large backyard, there was a fire pit with chairs surrounding it. "How did you find this place?" She asked. 

I walked around the car and slid my hands around her waist, giving her a light kiss on the lips before I explained, "After my parents died, I wanted to-- I don't know, getaway I guess. I found this place and stayed here for a few weeks. I just wanted to try to clear my head." 

I glanced at the cabin, and the memories it brought back. Lydia rested her hand on my chest. "Sean, if this is too much fo--"

"No," I interrupted, "it's good that we're here. We need to open up more to each other. Even with the things that hurt." 

My breath nearly stopped when she looked up at me. She had so much love in her eyes and I felt lucky every time she looked at me that way.

"Well," she started as she glanced to the cabin, "how about we go inside and I cook you a romantic dinner?"

My mouth lifted in a half smile. "Are you going to wear a little apron while you cook?"

She raised a brow at my question. "Maybe, guess you'll just have to see."

She giggled as she ran towards the cabin. She really was the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I watched as she ran around the wraparound porch and admired the surroundings.

"This is amazing! Let's go inside. I want to put on that apron for you," she said with a sultry smile.

I grabbed our bags from the car before I headed up to the cabin. I had a good feeling about this weekend.

"Wow, that was delicious," I praised as I wiped my face. Lydia made spaghetti and I ate a whole plate full. During our relationship, I told her it was one of my favorite meals and something my mom used to make me all the time.

Whenever she did things like this, it surprised me. She kept surprising me and I loved it. She always remembered these little things about me, personal things. That never happened before with the other women I dated.

"Thank you," she replied as she finished putting the dishes in the sink. When turned back towards me, I slid my chair out and patted my knee for her to sit down.

She perched herself on my lap and I wrapped my arms around her waist as she rested hers on my shoulders. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"You're pretty amazing yourself, Mr. Williams."

Normally, when we go on a vacation, I would plan an itinerary. This time, I thought it was best to just enjoy ourselves. No schedule of things to do, no planning. Just us.

"So, what would you like to do tonight?" I asked her as her eyes met mine.

"How about you change out of those clothes and get that hot tub fired up. I'll meet you out there."

"Sounds good to me," I answered. She gave me a quick kiss before she headed upstairs. I got to my feet and started to follow after her when my cellphone went off.

I frowned at the caller ID before I answered. "Anne? Everything okay?"

"Mr. Williams, I'm sorry to disturb you during your vacation; but I thought you would want this information immediately. Your lawyer discovered that Ms. Peterson's former landlord didn't go through the proper channels when she got evicted."

Figured. I was pretty sure he didn't. His type seemed to try to take the easy way out if they knew the people they were victimizing wouldn't fight back or even be aware that they were being wronged.

"Thanks, Anne. Did he find out anything else yet?"

"Well, it does appear that he did this with multiple tenants that used to live in his complex. Did you want me to advise the lawyer to move forward?"

My immediate response would have been yes. But I promised Lydia that this was her case and it was her call. "Not yet. I need to let Lydia know what we found out and see how she wanted to proceed. We're meeting with the lawyer Monday morning and we'll have a decision then. Thanks again, Anne."

"Of course, Mr. Williams."

I heard the shower running when I got upstairs and went ahead and changed into my swim trunks. As instructed by my beautiful girlfriend, I went and got the hot tub heated up while I waited for her.

I didn't realize how tense I had been these past few days until I submerged myself in the hot water. I rested my head against the cool tile behind me, taking in as much relaxation as I could get.

"You better not be sleeping."

"Definitely not sleeping," I answered as I lifted my head to look at her. "That is not a swim suit." She was wearing a white robe and had a sheepish expression on her face.

"It's a surprise. Close your eyes and don't open them until I say so!"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied and did as I was told. I heard the soft sound of her taking off the robe before she entered the water.

"You can open them now."

I opened my eyes...and my jaw dropped. Lydia was standing in front of me, in the water, completely naked.

I gave her a heated look. "That's not a bathing suit, either."

She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around my neck. She leaned into me, her bare breasts flush against my chest. "Well, you did such an amazing job finding us this place for our mini-vacation and I wanted to repay you." 

She captured my lips in a deep kiss and I couldn't do anything to stop the way my body responded to her. I was instantly hard and I knew she felt it as she rubbed herself against me. I felt her hand at the drawstrings of my shorts. "Let's get these off," she breathed against my lips. 

"Wait," I interrupted before I was lost to her passion. "I need to tell you something." 

She giggled. "It's not time to talk." She kissed me again and it took everything I had to pull away. 

"Lydia, hold on. I need to tell you this."

She trailed kisses along my jawline down to my neck. "I'm listening." 

"I-- Uh, got a call from Anne." My eyes closed as she started sucking at my neck. "She got news from the lawyer." 

She pulled away and she looked up at me. "What did she say?" 

"She said that your suspicion was right. He didn't go through the courts when he evicted you and he most likely has done this to others." She was quiet for a moment and I added, "I don't want to spoil the mood, but I promised you I wouldn't hide anything from you."

"No, I appreciate you telling me. What did you tell Anne to do?" 

"I told her not to take any action until I told you and we spoke to the lawyer on Monday. This is your case and I wanted you to make that decision." 

She studied me for a few moments. I was a little worried I put a damper on whatever was going to happen. To my surprise, her hands went right back to removing my swim trunks. "Do you know how sexy you are right now?" She asked. 

I was so surprised at her reaction, I could barely speak. I shook my head. 

"Well," she whispered as she took my hard length in her hand and started to stroke it, "you are incredibly sexy. Thank you for telling me and not making any decisions without me. You have no idea what that means to me." 

She captured my lips again and I moaned into her mouth. From the feeling of her hands on my cock, to the excitement of having sex outside, I was already close to an orgasm. "I want to be inside you," I moaned and she gave me a sultry smile. 

"God, yes." 

With her arms wrapped around my neck, I lifted her legs around my waist and slid inside her with ease. Tonight wasn't about fast and hard. It was going to be nice and slow.

Tonight, I was going to savor every moment with her.