I was stunned. I had known that I felt something for her, but I hadn’t wanted to push Isobel into something that she wasn’t ready for. She was so much younger than I was, she had so much of her life before her. It would have been unfair of me to expect her to step into a relationship with a thirteen-year-old daughter. Still, when she told me she loved me, everything fell into place. Everything we had been through, everything we had agreed, suddenly felt right.

“Say something,” Isobel said when I was silent for a while. “I had just thrown my soul out there for you, and you are looking at me without saying anything.”

I swallowed hard. “It’s because no matter what you do, you always seem to surprise me,” I said. “I love you too, Isobel.”

She blinked as if she hadn’t expected to hear me say it back. There was no other way around it, though. I loved her. It hadn’t been very long, but I hadn’t waited a very long time before I had told Liz, either. When I knew, I knew.

And I knew.

“What now?” She asked as if she was suddenly unsure what to do now.

“Now, you come home with me,” I said. I took her hand and led her to the car. I opened the door for her and let her get in. When I walked to my car, I looked over my shoulder. She sat in the car, waiting for me. She followed me home.

When we arrived at my house, there was no time for talking. I grabbed Isobel and kissed her. We made our way into the house, kissing, groping. I pulled off her clothes in bits and pieces, dropping them in a trail to the bedroom. She did the same for me. By the time we reached my bed, we were both completely naked.

We collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, and she got on top of me. She straddled my hips, body hovering over my hard cock. She kissed me, her tongue in my mouth, her hands in my hair. When she sat down on me, her pussy on my cock, she slid her slit up and down my shaft, not letting me into her. It was absolute torture. She was teasing me, and I didn’t know what to do with myself until I couldn’t hold back.

With a growl I sat up, grabbing her and flipping her around so that I was on top. She yelped, looking at me with dilated pupils, face full of lust. I kissed her, pinning her to the bed. My hands were on her wrists, holding them above her head. I stretched the length of my body along hers, pushing myself between her legs. She was so wet for me already. When I pushed into her, she moaned long and low. I slid in all the way to the hilt before I pulled back and started fucking her.

I would have loved to draw it out, but the emotions of the day heightened my senses. Her confession had turned me on as much as it had made me happy. I couldn’t hold back very long. I pushed myself into her as deep as I could go and released inside of her. My orgasm kickstarted hers, and she convulsed around me, spasming. Her body curled around mine and she gasped and moaned in my ear. The orgasms lasted forever. It felt like we rolled from one wave of pleasure to another. Finally, when the orgasm subsided, and it was just the two of us, lying in a puddle of sweat on my bed, Isobel smiled at me.

“I love you,” she said, again. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of hearing it.

“I love you, too,” I said.

Slowly, I slid out of her. She gasped, and I lay down next to her on the bed, pulling her body against mine. I held her, spooning her, relishing in the fact that she was mine.

“Thank you,” I said.

“For what,” she said, smiling over her shoulder at me “for the sex? There’s more where that came from.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, for chasing me down. I was ready to walk away, but that would have been the biggest mistake of my life.”

Isobel smiled and turned her head back to the front. Her black hair was against my cheek, soft like silk.

“What about Beth?” Isobel asked. “How are we going to deal with this?”

I understood what she was asking. Until now, Beth hadn’t exactly been accommodating. But things have been changing. I didn’t know why, but somehow, Beth had come to care for Isobel.

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” I said, stroking her hair. “I sat down with her the other day, telling her that you and I would probably not get through this. I told her that we wouldn’t be seeing you again. She started crying.”

Isobel turned into me again. “Really?” She asked.

I nodded. “Something tells me that she won’t object to us being together so much, this time.”

Isobel was still smiling when she turned her head away from me again, closing her eyes. She sighed. I knew exactly how she felt. Everything was okay again, everything was working out. I still had my career, Isobel had compromised for me, and the two women that meant the most to me were getting along. Yes, we would still come across obstacles, but we could get through them, together. Right now, all I wanted to focus on was my relationship with Isobel and my relationship with Beth.

Everything was perfect.