I Hate You, Love Me

by Jamie Knight

  “A year ago, I picked Devon up from the hospital,” he begins. “Some of you might remember that our boy had amnesia. The doctor said he might not be the same again. And you know what, he was right. He’s better.

  “Devon is the kind of guy who doesn’t text you back if you need help, he is there. So, when he needed me, I did what he would have done. And in doing so, I learned more about myself.

  “And when Cassie needed help, she called Amanda. It was the same thing. So, these two souls needed our help at the same time, and it brought them together. We will forever be connected to them this way and for us it is an honor.”

  Charles pauses. He is a bit emotional here, but in typical John Wayne fashion, he “mans up” to keep it together.

  “Now, Devon has thankfully remembered who he is,” Charles continues.

  There is some knowing laughter in the audience. It brings a smile to my face.

  “Now that he is back to being himself, and finally living his own house, which he shares with Cassie and Alice, I can look at this union from a unique perspective.

  “And I say now to the happy bride and groom: Don’t forget. Don’t forget where it is you came from. You were once separate but are now together. Don’t forget those times when you were alone and then suddenly were not. Don’t forget that one person can be strong, but two can form a pillar of strength. Don’t forget.”

  It’s a beautiful speech. And I know I will never forget.

  As Charles toasts and accepts a warm ovation from all the rest of our wedding guests, I look over at Amanda. We are both clapping and giving each other a nod and a smile. I’m so grateful for her friendship and help.

  Devon hugs his best friend and points at him as if to say “Hey, this guy. Am I lucky to be his friend, or what?”

  And it’s true, he is.

  The DJ starts to play music again. The crowd starts to get up and move around. I walk through a wave of well-wishers to find Amanda and give her a hug.

  Groove Is in the Heart comes on through the speakers. We scream happily, grab hands and head for the floor. We dance like teenagers again, remembering old routines from Homecoming dances or Prom.

  Devon and Charles stand on the edge of the dance floor and watch. Typical guys: they think they’ll look silly if they join in.

  A slow song comes on the crowd clears for Devon and me to have a solo dance together. He pulls me close and clasps hands with mine. We tune out everyone and get lost in the magic and light of the moment. He leads me around the floor and gives me a twirl.

  I return to his arms in a whirl, once a girl, now a woman. I have never felt more his.

  After a little while, more people join us on the floor. Young and old alike. I see Alice dancing with one of Devon’s nephews. Devon and I both go over to her and take her in our arms and dance with her.

  We tell her how much we love and appreciate her. Devon is going to officially adopt her now that we’re married. We’ve talked with her a bit about it, but will finalize things and make sure she understands what it means, after the wedding celebrations are over.

  It is a joyous moment in time. The love we share together now is sent out to be embraced by all. If only the whole world knew this feeling every second of every day. At least we feel it now. We are lucky.

  Epilogue

  Cassie

  After the adventure of getting married, Devon and I decide to take another adventure on our honeymoon. It’s finally time to go skydiving together.

  I’ve never done it before. I’m a little nervous, but the instructors say it’s perfectly safe. Devon says it is fine.

  That may all well be true, but my gut instinct is telling me to run. Part of me doesn’t even want to get off the plane. But I need to bury those thoughts and fears.

  It’s good we’re doing this now. Who knows how many chances we’ll have to do things like this together after we have another child. Maybe never. So, this is the moment and I need to be a big girl, take a deep breath and go for it.

  Of course, Devon will probably continue his adventurous ways. Just no cliff diving! And I’ll worry about him every time he walks out the door, all the way until he walks back through.

  The times he recently went with Charles hang gliding and scuba diving were nerve wracking. But that’s the sacrifice you make for the one you love: you have to accept their happiness.

  Ugh. I wish it wasn’t so maddening worrying about someone. Especially when that person is the someone you love.

  What if something was to happen on one of his adventures? Alice has grown quite fond of him. She would cry her little eyes out. But I have to tell myself again: this makes him happy. And I’m sharing that happiness with him today.

  We’ve done some training to prepare. I am going to be strapped to an experienced skydiver and Devon will be on his own. He’s probably done this twenty times already.

  Up in the air we have headphones on and are able to speak to each other. The interior of the cabin is so loud.

  And when they open the door for us to get ready to jump, I feel the outside pressure equalize with the inside. I have to admit, it’s exciting.

  I feel the wind against my face, my tight goggles push back a bit from the force.

  Devon gets to the opening and looks back at me. He gives a thumbs up with a smile, turns and jumps out. My heart skips a bit.

  Jerry, the experienced jumper, asks me if I’m ready to go. I reluctantly give the thumbs up as well and we step forward.

  We jump out of the plane and down into the sky. We freefall and descend. The ground is slowly getting closer, but I can still see clear to the horizon, and in the distance, I can make out the outline of the mountains bordering the ocean.

  Jerry taps my shoulder. That’s the signal to extend my arms out. It now feels like I’m flying. I used to pretend I was Supergirl when I was Alice’s age and now I imagine again I am her. So free! So powerful!

  I look over at Devon. He looks like an angel gliding through the clouds. So in his element.

  Jerry taps my shoulder again and I look back. He makes the motion to pull the ripcord. I do and we are suddenly pulled backward by the force of air rushing into the parachute. Devon waits a few seconds longer and then does the same.

  Freefall was exhilarating, but to see the world from this perspective, to float down from the clouds, it is serene. The houses, trees, lakes and roads look like they’re part of some miniature model. I half-expect to see an arm come down from the heavens and place a train on the tracks that extend into the distance and completely out of sight.

  It is a magical.

  I wish it would last longer, but after a few minutes it comes to an end. We land in a beautiful field full of wildflowers. After I am unhooked from Jerry, I run to Devon and hug and kiss him. It is the moment of a lifetime. Our love is never stronger than it is now. Will it last? I am willing to take a chance to find out.

  On the car ride back home, we take the long way.

  The sun is starting to set in the west and we are both happy just being together.

  “It was hard to tell with the wind in our faces, but I thought I saw you smiling during the dive.” Devon looks over at me with a loving smile.

  “I was a little afraid at first,” I say. “But yes, I loved it.”

  “You know, it was great sharing that experience with you,” Devon says. “But now I feel like I don’t need to do those things anymore. My new adventures will be you and Alice. And our other children when we have them.”

  I reach over and take his hand. Part of me hopes he is serious and part of me hopes he is not. We will just have to see what the future holds. For now, the moment is perfect, and I look at Devon with love.

  Who is this man who once didn’t know himself? Who is this man who I struggled with over the years as I grew from girl to woman? Who is this man who captured my heart, body and soul?

  I know now who he is. And I won’t ever forget.

  Extended Epilogue

  Brad

/>   If you had told me after I woke up from the cliff jumping accident that a year later, I would be here, today, on my honeymoon with a woman who at one time was like oil to my water, I would have told you to see a psychiatrist. Yet, here we are. Cassie and I are on our own adventure and loving it.

  Amanda and Charles brought us together, in a way. And the fact that they are so willing to watch Alice for us, and the fact she trusts them so much, it has made this whole romance much easier. Because of them, Cassie and I were able to move away from our pasts and become the people we always wanted to be. The people we needed to be to come together in love.

  As I look at my bride as she overlooks the ocean from our suite, I am amazed at time. How it passes. How it heals wounds. How it allows for love to exist.

  I bend her over the railing on the balcony and pull up her skirt. She immediately stands up to regain a sense of modesty. I get up closer behind her and press my hardening dick into her back.

  “Someone might see us!” she cries out, but she grins at me at the same time.

  I reach under her skirt and rub her pussy through her panties. She is dripping.

  “Yes, they might,” I whisper into her ear. I feel her instantly get more wet.

  The waves crash into the shore, one after the other. The sound muffles her moans a little bit, but I can feel her twitch every time she does.

  I don’t want to push it too far out here. A brief glimpse of our activity from a neighbor might cause a stir, but if we were to go at it full-on in the open the police might get called. I know I have a short window and intend to heighten the element of the thrill.

  I pull down of her panties and a moment of fingering her from behind into her sweet womanhood is enough. I turn her around, kiss her, and lead her inside.

  Her lingerie falls piece by piece to the floor. I tell her to keep her heels on as they help provide a nice arch to her back. She complies, smiles, and puts her hands down on the bed. She props her ass up in the air as if to invite me in. The angle is perfect for me to guide my penis into her wet pussy.

  I hear her moan again and it excites me even more. I know she is into it. She bucks back and squeezes her muscles. I thrust in and out and get a good rhythm going. We lose ourselves in the pumping sound, the slapping of skin on skin. I am grunting, more beast than man, but I am so in the moment I barely realize it.

  “Can I try something?” I ask after a few minutes.

  “What do you want to try?” she asks. I coyly smile and then she realizes what I want to do. I want to take her in the ass. “Oh that! Oh my.... Well, I am prepared down there. Just please go slow.”

  I don’t need to know the details of her preparation, but I’m happy to know she is ready for it. I do know she has done it a few times before, to varying degrees of pleasure. She has shied away from it for quite some time, however.

  “Just relax for me, my darling,” I say.

  I guide her forward on the bed and ask her to lay on her tummy. Getting behind her, I spread her legs a bit, and with both hands lift her ass up closer to me. She exhales in preparation.

  “I’m not going to hurt you,” I say. “And we don’t have to do it if ––”

  “No, don’t stop,” she says, cutting me off. “I want to experience this with you. It will be an adventure. Just please... please go slow and if I squeal don’t get mad.”

  I could never get mad at her about this. And as if I could not love her any more right now, she uses one of my favorite words: “Adventure.” It is part of my spirit, and now it is a part of her. And as time itself goes by so, so fast, I want to make sure we maximize every moment together. It’s possible we may not try to form of sex again. We must make it count.

  “Ok, breathe in and out,” I tell her.

  I kiss her neck, her shoulders, and then down her back to her ass. It is just the right size, big enough to be round and beautiful. I lick the inside of her butt cheeks and slowly bring myself up to position. I am hard and bare. I gently apply some lube to her point of entry and some on my cock. I stroke it several times to increase my hardness. I am so excited I don’t want to do it too much and come before I enter her.

  I can tell she is a little nervous. It excites me even more. Not that she fears it, because I don’t think she does, but that she anticipates what it will feel like with me.

  I’m ready, and I feel she is ready. I slowly spread her cheeks and press the tip of my manhood against her ass hole. It is so tight. I push it in with a little more force, just getting the tip through the first half inch or so. I can tell she is fighting it a bit.

  “Honey, relax,” I say.

  She does, and I can feel her muscles loosen. My cock goes in a little further. She breathes in and out again. And I am in deeper. She takes more deep breaths. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.

  “I’m in,” I say.

  “Oh, I can feel you,” she says while taking a deep breath. “Give me a moment to accept it.”

  I adore how she says that. I wait until she is ready to continue. I feel her muscles tightening and relaxing. She feels me throbbing.

  “Ok,” she says.

  I slowly start to pump. She breathes in and out. I don’t want to push her too far this time, as I want her to want to do it again. I tell her to push back and forth so she can get used to the feeling of me deep in her ass. For a moment we are in synch.

  I can feel her moaning and can tell she is starting to feel it more. The walls of her ass tense around me. I slip a hand between her legs. Sticking a few fingers in her pussy, I also massage her clit with my thumb. Her body tenses under my hands. She tightens all over as she reaches her climax.

  “I’m coming!” she says in-between moans.

  Suddenly, her pussy and ass are pulsing. She spurts on my fingers and her ass clenches my dick tight. At that moment I cum too. I pump load after load into her ass, filling her up with my seed. My balls and dick clench and pulse together causing bursts of electricity to run up my spine. Exhausted but happy, I pull out and lay on the bed.

  Cassie rolls over. She looks up at me with a smile on her face.

  “I’ve never done that before,” she says.

  “It’s an adventure, right?” I say. “Just wait until we try it outside.”

  Her pretty, pouty lips form into a little O and her eyes go wide. I laugh at her astonishment over my suggestion.

  “It will be another adventure,” I say.

  My wife smiles at me. “Well, I do love adventures. Just like you.”

  THE END

  I Hate You, Propose

  An Enemies to Lovers Fake Engagement Romance

  Hate You series book 3

  Copyright © 2019

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter One

  Lindsay

  The bus ride to campus was long and part of me wished I had the money to take a cab, but that’s just not going to happen. So now, after a five-hour bus ride, I get to lug my two heavy bags across campus to my dorm. It’s not something I’m looking forward to. I should have packed lighter for a one-week trip.

  Usually I like walking across campus at the Pacific Day University. Northern California is beautiful, and the campus of this private school is well landscaped and clean. Trees surround old, but well kept, white-brick buildings with red shingled roofs and lots of windows. Workers gather the falling leaves and take them away before they can start to break into dust. The sidewalks and paths are swept and pristine, there are no cracks for the wheels of my bags to catch on. It’s nice and classy.

  I never thought I would be able to attend a prestigious school like this. My parents don’t have the income to pay for college for me or my older brother. But we both worked hard and got full scholarships for Pacific Day. I was thrilled to be coming here. They have one of the best chemistry majors in the country. Now, after a few months and fall break, I’m not as excited to be back.

  Part of me wonders i
f I would have been better off staying at Kensington State with my best friend Tina. It’s the poor local university in my home town of Greenlake. I took my fall break to visit her campus, since our breaks where scheduled for different weeks. It was a good time and her school seemed so much more friendly then mine.

  I’ve been dreading facing the other students at Pacific Day again since I stepped on the bus. The ones who populate my dorm hall and don’t even realize I’m there. The girls all seem so distant and uncaring. I’ve tried befriending a few of them, but my efforts always end up in failure, and sometimes even at the expense of my own dignity. They all seem to run in their own cliques and have their own language. Whenever I try to engage someone in conversation, they look at me like I am speaking in a foreign tongue.

  The best my hallmates can do when I return from class or getting food is to mutter a “hello” or force a fake smile. Most of them immediately look down at their phones and turn to leave. Or keep texting or scrolling until I go. The indifference they show me is tolerable, but the times they do acknowledge me are usually laden with offhand comments about my appearance, and snide looks that I suppose are meant to cut me down to whatever size they think a poor girl like me should be. After that, I am usually dismissed whenever they grow bored of my presence and walk away.

  I’ll admit I cried myself to sleep the first night I was here and for weeks after. It felt like all the other girls quickly found groups to hang out with and boys to go on dates with. But I was alone and almost shunned. I must have had the wrong clothes or a look that screams lack of confidence. Or they could just tell how poor I am. Despite all of this, I have woken up every morning and managed to pull myself together. I focused on schoolwork while I was crying inside. I just want to fit in and be liked. I want to be popular. And I know there is a way to do it.