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about you for years. And I hate to admit it, but—I never thought Dad deserved to have you." He stroked my face, traced my lips.
    "Jesus, Beth, I've been dyin' to touch you again. Being away for months drove me fuckin' crazy. You don't know how many nights I lay awake thinking about you. How many nights I dreamed about you. Those nights I had to jerk off so I could forget you, but it didn't work. I had to get myself off again, again and again . Still didn't work."
    I could certainly empathize with that.
    Relaxed, comforted by Austin's touch, I kept my eyelids sealed. I sensed heat as he neared, pressed my lips with his. Sensuous twinges quickened my pulse, enticed me to abandon caution.
    "I love you. Oh god yes, I really love you." His tongue criss-crossed my throat, flicking, dabbing, teasing. "Let me touch you. Just one more touch, one more kiss and I promise I'll be satisfied."
    Austin's hand cupped my head, pulled me closer. His mouth found the side of my neck and snared the sensitive skin, nipped and sucked till it hurt. More and more this endless agony turned me on.
    Stuck in a hellish, heavenly mix of pleasure and pain, I whimpered and yielded to his wandering fingers, tongue, lips.
    "You're beautiful, pretty, especially now that you're pregnant. I need to be inside you, feel you. I need to feel your tight pussy squeezing my cock. " He begged in whispers, pleaded amidst soft kisses, lured me to his beautifully set trap. "Been so long, baby. Let me show you how much I love you."
    "I need you, Beth. Need you, want you, love you ."
    He'd opened his heart, confessed his most vulnerable feelings. What could I possibly say that would compare?
    That's when I realized my own true feelings. Feelings I'd kept locked in my conscience as I hid a painful reality from someone. That certain someone, of course, was Joe. It was time to face the truth—for me, for Joe, for Austin; for everyone involved in this elaborately spun, maddening web of deceit.
    "I love you, Austin." Four words which made tears erupt and streak my cheeks. I repeated it over and over, unable to stop; then I collapsed in his embrace. 
    There we remained on the ugly old sofa where Austin held and rocked me as if I were a child. As if he were the older one. His soothing lips loved away my tears, hesitant hands massaged my shoulders, easing lower, urging me to return his intimate caresses.
    I did. Oh, dear god forgive me ; I did.
    Austin stood and gathered me up, effortlessly sweeping me off my feet to cradle me. I clung to his shoulders, and a weightless sensation met my stomach while he swung me, making his way toward the hallway. It didn't take a genius to figure out where he was headed.
    "I think it's time to visit the bedroom. Time to give you what my father won't," he whispered, breaths whooshing in my ear. He nibbled, sucked my earlobe. "I hope you want me as much as I want you, because you're getting it either way." Nibble. Suck. Lick .
    I nodded, unable to resist, wanting exactly what he wanted and desiring what he desired.
    Flashbacks sparked visions of the first time we made love; when a longing forlorn look passed between us, and intoxicated by sexual chemistry, we exchanged silent but understood pleas. It happened after Joe left for an entire week, visiting relatives in Illinois.
    But it didn't just happen. Signals and flirting had passed between Austin and me for months, leading to shameless moments in Austin's bedroom. Shameless yet shame ful . He had a twin-sized bed but that's all we needed. It got the job done. His bed could shake, squeak and I could scream, cry out however much I needed. No one else could hear.
    And I definitely screamed and cried. That's how extraordinary it was. That's how Austin made me feel; how he always made me feel. He fulfilled me in ways which Joe seemed incapable of. We had the kind of relationship I'd dreamed about since childhood. I just never dreamed I'd find my Prince Charming in a man so much younger.
    Austin