Page 77 of Hate the One You're With
His words are my undoing. With a loud cry, I shatter, the orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenches around him, squeezing him tight as I come, my body trembling with the force of it. The pleasure is overwhelming, every muscle in my body is tensing as I ride out the intense waves, my mind lost in the sensation of being filled, claimed by him.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, thrusting up into me one last time, his voice thick with need. I feel him tense beneath me, his cock pulsing deep inside as he reaches his own release. The warmth of his cum fills me, spreading through me like a rush of liquid heat. The sensation of him emptying himself inside me, the way his body shudders with his climax, sends another shiver of pleasure through me, as if I’m feeling every bit of his release in my own body.
“Fuck, Em,” he breathes, his voice a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “You’re so fucking perfect. So good for me.”
As the last of the tremors fade, he slows his movements, his hands gentle as they slide up to cradle my back. He holds meclose, pulling me down onto his chest, his touch tender now, soothing. I can feel his heart pounding against mine, his breath warm in my hair as he strokes my back, grounding me after the intensity of our lovemaking.
“You did so well, baby,” he murmurs, his voice softening, filled with affection. “I’ve got you. Just relax. I’m right here.”
I melt into him, my body spent and sated, my head resting on his chest as I savor the lingering warmth of him inside me. His hands continue to soothe me, one gently rubbing my back, the other tracing soft circles on my hip. It’s exactly what I need after such an intense release—his touch calming, grounding me, bringing me back to the present.
As we lie there, wrapped up in each other, I feel a wave of emotion wash over me. It’s more than just the physical connection—it’s everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve overcome to get to this moment. I lift my head slightly, looking up into his eyes, and I see the same feelings reflected back at me.
“I love you, Cal,” I whisper. “I’ve always loved you.”
His hand pauses on my back, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. “I love you too, Em,” he replies, his voice low and filled with emotion. “More than anything. I’ve never stopped.”
We hold each other’s gaze, the truth of our words settling between us, solid and unbreakable. I can feel the warmth of his love surrounding me, filling the spaces that were once empty, and I know that this is where I’m meant to be.
“I’m never leaving you,” he continues, his voice firm, filled with conviction. “No matter what. We’ve been through too much, and I’m not letting you go again.”
“Promise me,” I whisper, needing to hear the words, to know that this time, it’s real.
“I promise,” he says, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “I’ll never leave you, Em. We’re in this together, forever.”
A tear slips down my cheek, but it’s not out of sadness—it’s relief, happiness, the overwhelming realization that we’ve finally found our way back to each other. “Forever,” I echo, sealing the promise with a kiss, our lips meeting in a soft, tender embrace that speaks of all the things we’ve been too afraid to say until now.
Epilogue
Caleb
The sun is just beginningto rise over the Manhattan skyline, casting a warm, golden light through the large windows of our new apartment. It’s not the penthouse—no, we sold that place months ago. We did discover who was the culprit behind the flooding. It was some of the kids in the building. The construction crew left access tothe penthouse unlocked.
Right after the sale of the place, Duncan retired. Em bought him a house in New Mexico and he’s the one who ended up with Bentley. The cat has a weird attachment to Duncan. Em and I agreed it was best if the two of them lived in sunny New Mexico.
Now, our home is a cozy loft in SoHo, filled with the kind of warmth that only comes from truly living in a space. There are photos of us scattered on the walls, and the scent of lavender and vanilla fills the air.
I watch Emmersyn as she moves around the kitchen, her hair in a messy bun, humming softly to herself. She’s happy, I can tell. It’s been six months since our worlds collided again, and I still can’t believe how lucky I am to have her back in my life. We’ve spent our time between New York and San Diego, never letting more than a few days pass without being together. It’s a promise we made, and one we’ve kept.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask, leaning against the doorway, a smile tugging at my lips as I watch her.
She turns to me, holding up a spatula like a weapon, icing smeared on her cheek as she concentrates on decorating the cake in front of her. “Ready? You mean for the big Cunningham family gathering in North Carolina? I’m bracing myself,” she teases, though the sparkle in her eyes betrays her excitement. “Your dad’s birthday is a big deal.”
“It is,” I agree, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. “And he adores you. They all do. I’m just glad they finally got to see the real you, the one I fell in love with.”
She looks up at me, her smile radiant and filled with ahappiness that makes my heart race. “They’re amazing. I’m so lucky to have them as my family, too.”
I lean down, brushing a kiss on her forehead, unable to resist the way she lights up my world.
We stand there for a moment, just holding each other, and I can’t help but feel a sense of peace settle over me. This is what I fought for—what we fought for. And it was worth every moment.
“Speaking of family,” she says, pulling back slightly to look at me, “I’m still nervous about meeting your entire extended clan.”
I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “They’re going to love you, just like my parents do. Besides, you’ve got me by your side.”
“Thank you, Cal. For everything. For choosing us, for fighting for us.”
I kiss her softly, letting the moment linger. “Always, Em. You’re my home, no matter where we are.”
