Hate / Love Forever

(Mason)

I stood with just feet between us.

Violet looked at me. She wasn’t going to move and I didn’t blame her. I wasn’t going to move either. We were both defiant, and in love.

“What are you trying to prove?” she asked.

“I should ask you the same. How’s Davis?”

“Mason…”

“I came there to fight for you,” I said. “But you know what? Letting you go was the right thing. The right way to fight. Because of your parents. Your town. Your old flame. It all works, Violet. Doesn’t it? It’s the easy way to do things. The right way.”

“I’m standing here,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere. Nothing happened. I’m sorry for what you saw and what you thought. I never had closure, Mason. You know why?”

“Why, Violet?”

“Because I ran,” she said. “I was afraid. But you changed that in me, Mason. You showed me who I could be. What it felt like to be wanted, needed, and loved. So that’s why I was there. His grandmother was an important woman in my life. I went to say goodbye. And I did. Then Davis wanted to talk. So I let him. Then he heard me talk. I came after you, though, Mason. But you were gone. I couldn’t find you. I called you. I texted you.”

“Are you hurt right now?” I asked her.

“Yes.”

“Me too, Violet.”

“Why are you hurt?”

“Because I’m in love with you. And it hurts to be in love. If I just hurt you enough…”

“You can’t. You won’t. You had the chance. You could have slept with that woman, but you didn’t. You wanted to see what I would do. I stood at your door and almost cried. That’s what it would do to me. For the record.”

Violet then made a move to her apartment.

I finally moved, too.

I hurried after her and grabbed her by the waist. I spun her around and put her against the door.

“Being with me is being with hurt. Is being with hate. Is being with pain.”

“Being with you is being with love, too,” she said. “You know that. You prefer all that other stuff because it’s easier.”

“I have nothing right now,” I said. “I gave everything up. I’m half tempted to just pack a bag and leave. Shit, that’s what I should have done. But every time I seriously consider it, I can’t imagine it without you next to me.”

“Then you don’t have to go anywhere,” she said. “I’m right here. You’re right here.”

“We’re right here,” I said.

There was silence for a few seconds.

All the shit was bubbling inside me. The waves of hate. Anger. Years of stuff just sitting there. Yet, Violet knew how to make it go away. She was the only one who did it.

“It’s a big job to keep me at bay,” I said.

“I like everything big about you,” she said.

I touched her face. It felt good to touch her. It felt like it had been years. I lowered my head down, putting my forehead to hers.

“I love you, Violet,” I said, finally getting those words off my damn chest.

“I love you, Mason,” she said back. I went for a kiss and she put a finger to my lips and stopped me. “But I also hate you. Remember that.”

“You love, hate me?” I asked.

“Exactly.”

“Well, I love, hate you right back.”

She moved her finger and I kissed her.

My hands swept her up off her feet and I walked right into her apartment like I owned the place. I kicked the door shut behind me. I had a one track mind and that was to the fucking bedroom. I couldn’t stand waiting any longer to have her body again.

I threw her down to the bed and she bounced up, sitting, grabbing for me. I took my shirt off as she opened my jeans. I then pulled her to her feet as her right hand jutted down my jeans, her fingers sliding against my thick cock. I tore every fucking piece of clothing off her body. The sounds of cloth ripping only served to turn me on even more. Whatever she had been wearing would need to be thrown out.

I didn’t give a damn.

The moment calmed just a little once we were both fully naked.

Her hands sliding along the rounded curves of my shoulders as my hands slithered down the curves of her hips. Her breasts were pressed against my body. My cock rested between us, throbbing, ready to have her. I slipped a hand between her legs and felt her soaking wet cunt. I let all my fingertips graze her wet folds and then spread her wetness along her mound and belly like a clear jelly. My hand then kept going, putting space between us so I could touch her breast. My fingertips teased her nipple, making her wildly hard. I rested my palm against her and pushed. She started to fall back with a yelp as her nails dug into my shoulders. I put my hand to her lower back to catch her.

“Never worry, babe,” I said. “I’ll always catch you. I’ll always make you hate me. I’ll always make you love me.”

Before she could respond, my mouth moved down to her breast. I then had her on the bed, my cock positioned right against her tight slit. One hard thrust forward and was right back inside her. Right where I fucking belonged. I held there, her cunt clenched against me. Our eyes met. Goddamn, there was love pouring from us. Real love. True love. Love I thought I knew once before, but I didn’t. That was the wrong kind of love. Violet was the right kind of love.

I put a hand to her face and slid my fingers through her hair. I then pulled back slowly and bucked my hips forward. We kissed and I fucked her nice and slow. That only lasted a few minutes though. Romance was great. It was empowering to feel love from a woman like Violet.

But my blood was still running hot, running angry, fueling hate.

There’d be plenty of time in our lives to make love to each other.

Right then, I wanted to fuck her.

I turned Violet around and grabbed her by the waist. I pulled her ass high into the air. I looked at her pink slit, down at my hard cock, and I went right at her again. My hands rested on her ass and I fucked her.

This time it was her headboard smacking the wall. The sound could probably be heard in my empty apartment.

Violet threw her hair back and then looked back at me.

Our eyes met again and I saw the pleasure spreading across her face. I moved a hand up to her shoulder and pulled, keeping her body tight to mine. So she could feel every inch of my cock. So I could feel all of her body.

I grunted and gritted my teeth as my heart raced.

My heart raced with pleasure. My heart raced with love.

I moved my other hand from Violet’s perfect mound and down, finding the bud of her clit. I drove my finger hard against her clit and twisted. She let out a yell and thrust back at me.

“Mason!” she cried out.

“Violet,” I growled. “Fuck, Violet… I love you.”

Violet smiled and then bit her lip. She reached back with her left hand. Her fingers touched my stomach. “I fucking love you too.”

Our night was just getting started though.

I had nothing left to give Violet but time.

And she could have every last second of my life.