Chapter Sixty-Eight:

Lydia’s POV

I don’t know the specifics, but I’m pretty sure that Doug is going to have his attorney to talk with my mother. Maybe if someone that isn’t really in the middle of everything can get through to her. I seriously doubt it happening, though. If she’s anything, it’s crazy and stubborn. Those aren’t exactly winning combinations.

I just want a day – a day that I don’t have to think about her or anything else dramatic. But, it seems like that’s all I want lately. It just sounds so damn tempting.

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“Where are we going?” I asked Brian, trying to keep up with him. Even though I’ve been doing a lot better, I’m still not a hundred percent. Brain surgery takes a lot out of a person. Who knew?
“It’s a surprise.” Brian shook his head, refusing to tell me.

“I hate surprises.” I reminded him.

“You’ll like this one.” He promised. I just sighed. If I had a nickel every time I heard that… I’d probably be able to buy a few things from the dollar menu at McDonald’s. I didn’t ask him again.
We came upon a beautiful brown gazebo, adorned with white roses and Super Nova lilies. My breath caught. He led me to the middle of the gazebo. Once we stepped inside, I saw the white Christmas lights that were hanging from the ceiling. It’s gorgeous. They’re twinkling against the darkening sky.

“You did this for me?” I asked him, in quiet disbelief. He looked over at me and nodded, smiling.

“I had a little help, but it’s for you. I wanted to do something nice for you. You’ve had so much going on and I thought that maybe this would help get you out of your head for a little while.” He explained. I smiled and did my best to ignore the burning sensation in my eyes.

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I-I can’t believe you did all this.” I told him, as I walked around and touched the sweet-smelling flowers. I felt him slip his arms around my middle and hug me from behind. He rested his chin on the top of my head.

“Do you like it?” He asked me, gently. I nodded.
“I love it. You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to and as long as you like it, it’s worth it. Sit down. There’s more.” He told me. He had me sit on one of the side benches along the wall. He pulled out a picnic basket that I didn’t notice before and crouched down in front of me. He unpacked two champagne glasses, a bottle of sparkling apple cider, three In-N-Out double cheeseburgers, a big slice of lemon cream cake, two plates and two forks.

“You asked Oliver what my favorite foods were – didn’t you?” I asked him, giggling with excitement.He chuckled.

“Is it that obvious?” He asked.

“No,” I lied. He laughed. “You really know how to make a girl feel loved – don’t you?” I teased. He didn’t answer, but leaned in to kiss me instead. I locked my arms around behind is neck and kissed him back. I pulled away, reluctantly. “Is it safe out here?” I questioned, kicking myself for ruining the moment that he worked so hard for.

“We’re fine. I talked to Doug before I started any of this. He has people out here with us. They’re not spying… just keeping an eye out in case anyone tries to try anything. Trust me – you’re safe.” He guaranteed.

“I trust you.” I promised, before touching my lips back to his. He gripped my thighs and I ended up on his lap, on the gazebo floor. He gripped the back of my neck and held me closer to him. I nipped at his bottom lip with my teeth. He groaned and kissed me back, harder. We were getting hot and heavy, fast. I moved my mouth away from his and inhaled, greedily. He started kissing my neck, leaving my skin ablaze. “Food’s gonna get cold.” I breathed.

“Let it.” He panted.

“You went through all this work…” I tried to reason, as my brain was flooded with desire. I don’t even know why I’m fighting this.

“And right now I want to kiss my sexy as hell girlfriend. Sue me.” He said, before capturing my lips in his tantalizing ones. That was it. I was done. He didn’t have to say anything else to try and persuade me. I'm clay for him to mold in his hands.

“Then do it.” I gasped. And he did. Our mouths clashed with an insatiable need. Hands were everywhere. If it wasn’t for the fact that I knew we had people keeping an eye out for us and that they weren’t spying, I doubt I’d be comfortable with this. But, thankfully this isn’t the case.
His hands were on my waist and then hands were everywhere. I felt his fingertips dance across my back, before unclasping my bra. I pulled on the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it off. We pulled apart just long enough to discard his shirt and to get rid of my bra. I kept my dress, staying relatively covered.

I maneuvered my lower half, so I could reach his waist and unbutton his jeans. He lifted me up and pushed his jeans down, followed with his boxer-briefs. Then, I was on my back and he was pulling off my panties with his teeth. He pulled a condom out of his back pocket and looked at me questioningly. I nodded. I wrapped my legs around his torso and pushed him onto his back.
He sat up and rolled on the condom. He kissed my neck and I lowered myself onto his hard, awaiting cock. I paused, trying to get used to his size. It’s been awhile. Soon, the need to feel him move inside me, just became too much. He seemed to agree, because he was thrusting into my heat. I cried out.

He fused our mouths together, swallowing my moans. I gripped his shoulders and moved my hips in time with his. He moved a hand in between us and started massaging my sensitive nub. I’m not going to last long. At the rate that he’s going, I doubt he will, either.

All too soon, I felt the familiar tightening feeling my stomach. I dug my nails in his back and he gripped my side tighter. His fingers moved sinfully fast and I was thrown into my release. I grunted and moaned his name. He moved harder and faster. It wasn’t long until he came.

I leaned against him, trying to catch my breath. He pushed against my back, so I was sitting up straighter. Before I could ask him what he was doing, he was rubbing his face against my still clothed chest. I giggled.

“Wow,” I sighed. He nodded, still not moving.

“I didn’t plan on that happening.” He admitted.

“That makes two of us – not that I’m complaining.” I told him. He laughed. I moved off of him and found a napkin in the basket and cleaned up with it, before setting it down. It didn’t take me long to find my discarded undergarments. I pulled on my underwear and contemplated how I was going to put my bra on without flashing anyone passing by. Before I came up with anything, Brian turned me to face him and pulled the straps of my dress down. He had a blanket blocking us from view, which I’m guessing was for the picnic. I smiled, gratefully, and fixed my clothes.

Brian pulled his shirt back on and cleaned himself up. He threw the trash away in a nearby garbage bin. I laid the blanket out and we started eating. And let me tell you, damn did the food taste better after sex. I was not complaining. At all.

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We stayed in the gazebo for a couple of hours, just talking. It was nice, just to enjoy the night that he planned out for us. We star-gazed for awhile, before calling it a night.

For one night, everything was perfect.

Notes

Alright all, a few things -
First off, things are going to be picking up, so expect lots of drama. Secondly, I'm trying to get this story wrapped up right at 90 chapters. I might not be able to get everything into 90 chapters, so it may go over, but that's where I'm trying to stop at. Lastly, after this is wrapped up, I'm going to try and re-work this story and take out the band characters and replace them. I would like to try and get it published. So, I wanted to take a poll. Who would read this if it was an actual book? (Just out of curiosity)

Feedback would be lovely.

I appreciate all of you!
Lots of love,
Katie