The thin line between love and hate: Part 3. The scorching, cum-drenched finale! [MF] [HEA]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ebg0j5/the_thin_line_between_love_and_hate_mf_tease/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ecckln/the_thin_line_between_love_and_hate_part_2_mf/)

“This is a bad idea,” I uttered, momentarily able to think because Braden’s hands weren’t on me.

“Wrong. This is a great idea,” he replied as we stood in front of an elevator. He pulled me into a blistering kiss, then slid his hands underneath my dress where he hooked his thumbs underneath the delicate fabric of my thong. His fingers trailed lightly in between my cheeks, sending shivers up my spine.

“Yeah, a great idea,” I murmured, capitulating as my brain temporarily short-circuited.

“Can’t wait to get you out of this,” he murmured, snapping the elastic of my skimpy undergarment. “I’m going to remove it with my teeth. Not yet though, have to do something else first.” He moved a hand between my thighs so he could cup me, then slid an insistent finger in between my lips.

“Oh my God, so wet already,” he whispered harshly, grazing my clit. “That’s so hot. Your pussy is so ready for me.”

I nodded desperately, jerking my pelvis against his hand as I tried to get more of him. The pressure of his palm against my clit was almost unbearable.

“Right away, Mr. Carmichael,” said a deep male voice, echoing in the hallway next to the elevator bank where we were standing. “I apologize that you had to wait. I shall return momentarily.” Braden’s hands flew out of my panties and he grabbed my body, yanking me sideways and blocking my view, while simultaneously preventing the owner of the voice from seeing me. I nearly exploded out of my skin with mortification. How had I forgotten that we were still in public?

“Ahem?” the intruder said. Braden cleared his throat in response. “Um, we’re just discussing a private legal matter here,” he said, his voice a little higher and tighter than normal. “High stakes stuff, very private, you see. Had to find a quiet spot to, uh, formulate our legal strategy.” He’d taken his hands off me to shield the front of his pants, and I stood silently behind him, blushing a furious shade of scarlet.

The owner of the voice coughed out a laugh that probably surprised him as much as it surprised us. “Astute legal minds at work during a holiday party? My, what dedication,” he said. “Well, for some strange reason, I suddenly feel like taking the stairs. I’m going to walk away now. Have a nice evening.”

“Oh thank Jesus,” I whispered to no one in particular.

“Right, will do, thanks,” Braden mumbled, just as the elevator dinged.

“Where are we going?” I inquired, stumbling on my heels as he pulled me in behind him.

“My suite,” he replied, jamming the button for the fourteenth floor. I was amazed by his sudden focus and quiet determination, as though he hadn’t just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Your room,” I said dumbly. Of course. Spending $900 for a night at a fancy hotel like this was nothing to a rich kid like Braden.

“Yeah. I’m not done with you,” he said, shooting me a heated glance. The doors closed before I could reply.

He was all over me the second the elevator began to move. His strong hands kneaded my ass, and he teased me relentlessly, barely kissing me and biting my lip, but never going in for the kill. He knew just how to wind me up, exactly how to distract me and force me to concentrate on one thing while he teased me somewhere else.

Before I knew it, we were in his suite, and my back was against the wall again. Braden’s sturdy body held me in place as he took his hands off me to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. And then he flipped me around, pushed up my dress, and kissed a trail up my lower back. “This is coming off right fucking now,” he growled, and I felt the scrape of his teeth as he bit my thong and pulled it down over my ass, abandoning it halfway down my thighs.

“Hands against the wall,” he whispered, lifting my arms and placing them beside my head, “Ass out,” he continued, tugging back my hips. He pressed himself against me, and the thick heat of his cock pressing against my ass was almost more than I could take.

“That’s right, grind back on me,” he said, alerting me to the fact that I was doing exactly that, trying to get closer to him. I whimpered as he slid a hand around my front and in between my thighs, and began gently circling my clit with deft fingertips.

“I knew you’d want my dick,” he whispered in my ear, followed by a smug chuckle. “I bet you’ve been dreaming about it. Do you ever touch yourself and think about me?”

“No,” I lied, gasping as I felt the sweet tension building inside of me. “Why would I? I hate you.” Even I could hear the utter lack of conviction in my voice.

“No you don’t,” he responded confidently, abandoning my clit and allowing his fingers to slide down in between my folds. “Your mouth can lie, but your body can’t, Alex,” he whispered, bringing his hand up in front of my face so I could see that his fingers were covered in my slick arousal. I groaned in frustration but he just laughed, and pulled my ass tighter back against him.

He took a hand off me to grab something out of his pocket, then adjusted his cock so it was sliding against the crease of my ass. Fuck if it didn’t feel good. Someone was moaning, a whimpering noise that grew in volume as the steady pressure of his fingertips returned to my clit. Oh shit, it was me. I was done for.

“I know you like this,” he murmured, biting my neck. “Actually, I think you might love it. Arguing with me turns you on, admit it. I know it makes my dick hard.” The tell-tale crinkling of a condom wrapper and the brief movements of Braden’s hands behind me thrilled me as much as they vexed me.

“You fucker,” I whispered pathetically, grinding my ass into him. “What are you doing to me?”

“Giving you what you need,” he growled, kicking my feet apart. And with that he thrust into me balls deep, filling me completely and robbing me of the ability to breathe. The agonizing sweetness of having him inside me at last made every one of my cells sing with pleasure. My skin flushed glorious shades of pink and I began to pant as he fucked me. He ground into me just the way I needed, rocking his hips and angling mine against him so he hit *that* spot deep inside of me.

“*Ahhhh*,” I cried out, arching my back and pressing my ass against him.

“That’s right, give me your sweet pussy,” he rasped, increasing his speed. He wrapped a hand around my hair and pulled it back, limiting my movements. His fingertips dug into my hips and his strong hands kept me exactly where he wanted me. I took all of him when he drove into me, burying himself inside of me, and he made me needier and wetter with each successive thrust. The sounds of our skin slapping together, and the squish of my wetness as he thrust in and out made for a beautiful soundtrack. I clenched my internal muscles around him and massaged him from the inside, noting that his breaths grew shorter each time I did so. “Don’t stop,” he’d whisper in my ear, his voice broken and straining under the intensity of his pleasure. “Never stop.”

Braden wound my pleasure so tight that I began to tremble as I grew closer to orgasm. “Your legs are shaking,” he whispered, biting my earlobe. “Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes,” I panted, trying to stay upright even though my sweaty palms were sliding down the wall.

“I want your come, Alex,” he growled, speeding up the pace. “I want it dripping down my balls.” And then he reached around to brush my dress aside, and casually pinched and then tugged one of my nipples.

“Let go,” he demanded. “Give in.”

I had no choice.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I gasped, my body jerking against him as my pussy convulsed around him. He emitted a loud groan and thrust against me in several jarring movements, and then his cock throbbed as he came in pulses inside me. He grunted in ragged breaths against my back, his sweaty forehead pressed in between my shoulder blades, and he wrapped his arms tightly around me.

We were silent as we caught our breath. The weight of his body pressing mine against the wall was the only thing that kept me standing. His chest rose and fell against my back, and he pressed warm lips on my sweaty neck.

There was so much left unspoken. I didn’t know what would happen next. I barely knew how to breathe at that point. So that’s all I did. We were stuck together with sweat and sex, unable to move.

When I finally regained some of my senses, I knew I had a decision to make. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to talk either. So I pulled my thong the rest of the way off, kicked off my heels, and headed in the direction of the bed. I glanced behind me as I reached back to undo the zipper of my dress, and found Braden watching me. He looked a mess; pants halfway down his muscular thighs, suit jacket thrown on the floor next to him, dress shirt rumpled and half unbuttoned.

“Get naked and lie on the bed,” I told him, gesturing with my fingers. With that I finished unzipping my dress, and it fell in a pool around my bare feet. Braden followed my directive, unquestioning, his eyes locked on mine. His movements were cautious, and I realized the power dynamic between us had shifted again. I was in charge now, and we both knew it.

Once he had stripped down, he settled on the bed, and I took a moment to admire him. In spite of hooking up with him several times, I had never actually seen him naked. I ran my fingers up the ridges of his abdomen, and traced the line of that v that lead to a patch of short, neatly trimmed hair. His long legs were tanned and toned. He was beautiful.

I swung a leg over and straddled his torso, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but I pressed my fingers over his lips, stopping him.

“I’m done listening to you talk, Braden,” I said, pushing my fingers down through his hair so his head pushed back into the bed. “You think you’re so clever with all the subtle and not-so-subtle digs you come up with…” His eyes crinkled into a smile and he wiggled his eyebrows at me. “I’d like you to put that clever mouth to a different use.” As long as we were fucking, we couldn’t talk or argue, right? I bent down and tilted his head up so we were staring directly into each others’ eyes. “I want orgasms. As many as you can give me. No talking, starting now.”

I didn’t expect the reaction I got. I knew he liked eating pussy; it was readily apparent when we hooked up in my office. But when I gave him the order and wiggled forward so I was sitting on his face, he looked as though all his Christmases had come at once. He licked and sucked and swirled, grunting happily as he worked me over, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I came twice, the first time squeezing my legs so hard against his head that he had to slap my ass to get me to pay attention to the fact that he still needed to breathe. The second time was so intense that I collapsed, falling to the side on the bed next to him.

Side note: I loved orgasms. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking loved those orgasms. But couldn’t he be bad at something? Did he have to be just as amazing a lover as he was an attorney and constant thorn in my side? I covered my face with my hands, contemplating my predicament. I cursed myself for once again getting into a situation where I let him in and gave him access to my vulnerability, to a side of me that few people saw. To most everyone I was calm and collected, ready for anything and perfectly capable of holding my own in a fight. We litigators are made of stern stuff. But Braden had found my secret door. He knew just how to get to me, what to say, and what to do. Somehow, he had figured me out.

“Tell me,” came a quiet voice from beside me. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” Braden rolled on his side and placed a hand possessively across my abdomen. With his other arm curled under his head, he watched me. There weren’t any lights on in the hotel room, so the only light was from the bright moonlight shining through the open drapes. I looked at the clear, dark sky outside, and the stars that still managed to sparkle in spite of all the light pollution.

“I don’t know what to do about you,” I told him honestly, with a sigh. Three orgasms, alcohol, and bacon-wrapped dates were apparently all it took to get me to open up. “I don’t know why you’re such an ass.” I was suddenly cold, so I pulled the soft ivory sheets and downy comforter up and over me. “I know you like to wind me up because you like the reaction you get. But I don’t know why. I don’t understand you.”

Braden was quiet. When I looked over at him, he blinked and looked away, avoiding my gaze.

“Why, Braden? Why are you such a fucking dickhead? I mean the sex is hot, but… Jesus.”

Braden didn’t answer, choosing instead to roll onto his back. I wiggled onto my side to get closer to him, unwilling to let him pull away. There was something about this moment. It felt as though a window had opened between us, and I didn’t want to let it close.

Braden was quiet for almost long enough to make me believe that he simply wasn’t going to answer. And then he began to talk.

“Why am I a fucking dickhead?” he asked, turning to look at me, his face contorted with anger and frustration. “Why are *you* so fucking sexy and smart and beautiful? Who knows why we are who we are,” he said, his voice strained and resentful. “That’s just how it is.”

He pulled his arm away from me, and it felt like all of him was shrinking away. The window was closing.

“You think I’m sexy and beautiful and smart?” I asked, poking him in the side. “Why didn’t you lead with that instead of giving me shit all the time? I have really reinforced bad behavior here, hooking up with you. I should have held out for the compliments.” I shot him a dirty look, but he wasn’t looking at me. Braden stared at the ceiling, immune to my attempt at humor and the not-so-subtle hint that things could have been different between us.

He was silent for several minutes. My desire to let him work things out in his head was eventually squashed by my own impatience. “That’s all you have to say? Great, Braden,” I said, discouraged and worn out from all of it. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed so I could get up and leave. “I guess there’s no point in hashing this out like reasonable adults. It’s like you were raised by wolves, for fuck’s sake.”

Braden snorted.

“What?” I growled, bracing myself for the return of Asshole Braden.

“Well, you’ve met my father,” Braden said, the muscles in his jaw tightening. “I’d say ‘raised by wolves’ is a fairly accurate description.”

I was stunned into silence. His father. *Of course.*

It all began to make sense. I was such an idiot. The answer had been in front of me the whole time, why hadn’t I recognized it? I looked at Braden, and reached for the side of his face, tilting his head toward me. He couldn’t look at me.

“Your father,” I said. “That’s why.”

“Yeah,” he coughed out bitterly. “That’s why I’m an asshole and why I’ll always be an asshole. For some reason I can’t seem to have relationships without playing the shitty power games I learned from him.” Braden turned away from me and sat on the opposite side of the bed with his back to me, resting his elbows on his thighs. “I’m sorry, Alexandra,” he said as his head sunk into his hands. “I know I’ve taken it too far. But I just can’t seem to stay away from you.”

Was he solely responsible for the strange trajectory of our relationship? I wasn’t sure. I could do without his taunting and general assholery, but part of me knew I hadn’t shut it down for good ages ago because I knew there was more to him. And I hadn’t exactly been kind and sweet; I had given as good as I had gotten.

I crawled over to his side of the bed and wrapped my legs around him, and my hands around his waist, enjoying the feel of his warm skin touching mine. I tucked my chin on his shoulder. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. I turned my head and rested it against his back, and I could feel his heartbeat against my ear, strong and certain. Just like him.

“Why aren’t you saying anything,” he whispered, placing his hands over mine. “You deserve to be mad at me, I’ve been such a dick to you.” I shook my head and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades. He shivered as he felt my hair brush against his back.

“We haven’t been good to each other,” I said quietly.

Braden turned to face me. “I just… like… I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be with someone without it being a game, or without turning everything into a fight.” Worry was written all over his face. And sadness. But pain, most of all.

I considered what he’d said for a moment before responding. “I think you might be underestimating yourself,” I replied, my voice quiet and pensive. “You’re aware of how you come across. So you know what needs to change. Maybe it’s just about having the courage to try something different.” He turned toward me and I brushed a handful of wavy dirty blond hair off his forehead as he nodded silently. “Also, guess what, Braden… we all have our shit that we deal with. No one knows what they’re doing. That’s the big secret no one ever tells you.”

Braden’s eyes rose to meet mine. I took his hand. “You have a lot to offer, you know. Things that are just you, ways you’re not like your dad at all.” He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, the rustle of the sheets the only noise in our quiet room. “You don’t have to use him as armor. I would really like to know who you are, underneath all of that.”

Braden sighed and flopped back on the bed, his eyes focused on an unknown spot on the ceiling. I settled down beside him, and threw one of my legs over his. I instinctively knew he needed to be touched, so I slid a hand up his chest, through a light dusting of dark blond chest hair. His skin was warm underneath my palm, his heart a steady thump. I couldn’t believe how our relationship had transformed in the space of less than an hour.

“I’m sorry,” Braden whispered, rolling over onto his stomach and kissing my collarbone. “I’m so sorry.” He nestled in between my legs and kissed down my chest to each nipple, then made his way back up to my lips. It was different than the kisses he’d given me before. There was something strong and quiet, something vulnerable about the way his lips moved with mine. He threaded his fingers through my hair and took breaks to kiss my neck, whispering his apology in hot breaths against my skin.

The feel of him against me, solid and warm, and the gentle way he was speaking to me, changed everything. He was showing me with his body the things he couldn’t say out loud. He wanted to connect to me, but he didn’t know how. When he grew hard against my thigh, and I positioned his cock at in between my thighs and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. He groaned and buried his head against my chest. A moment later, he reached for the night stand next to the bed and pulled out a condom, holding it up and looking directly at me. I nodded and pulled him towards me for a searing hot kiss.

As Braden pushed into me, he ran his hands up my arms and intertwined our fingers. He rocked slowly against my body, feeling how I moved with him. Small movements changed into long, deep strokes, and our pleasure built. My small gasps turned into moans, and I writhed in ecstasy, lost in the moment with him.

He never took his eyes off me as we made love, and his hands never stopped caressing me gently. It was so different from how we had been in the past. Before it was angry and frantic, but this was slow and languid. The heat built and built and finally I arched back, breathless, and came chanting his name in the moonlight. My release set his off, and he tensed and then jerked inside of me, coming with a shuddering gasp. I stroked his back as we caught our breath, my fingers sliding over the his heated skin.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered one last time, resting his forehead against mine.

“I know,” I told him, feeling him begin to soften inside me. “I am too.” He nodded, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

Braden pulled out of me and got up briefly to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he grabbed the soft comforter and positioned it over both of us. I settled against him, comfortable and blissed out. But I knew we weren’t done talking.

Braden understood that as well. “Where do we go from here?” he asked after several minutes, his voice hesitant. He slid a hand over my hip and lowered his gaze, avoiding eye contact. The vulnerability in his face was almost unbearable to witness. I knew that his walls had come crashing down, and this was the moment where he decided if it was worth it.

“I don’t really know,” I replied truthfully.

“I want you,” he said, pulling my hand to his lips and kissing my palm. “You’re all I’ve wanted for such a long time. But I’m going to fuck it up. How can I not fuck it up?” His face sagged under the weight of his own expectations.

“Well, you’ve already been such a twat it’s basically going to be better by default from here, don’t you think?” I responded, jamming my elbow into his ribs. He looked up at me in genuine surprise, then barked out a laugh and pulled me against him so he could slap my ass. I giggled, feeling a shift in the air. We were back. We were ok. The expression on his face said it all. We both realized that we could still banter and be ourselves. Just a kinder, better version of ourselves.

“By the way, if you don’t fuck it up, I will,” I told him, holding his chin and tilting it up so he’d look at me. “I guess we’ll just have to do our best.”

“So you’ll give me a chance?” he asked, eyes sparkling with hope. “I do have a yacht, you know.”

“Oh my God, shut up about your dumb yacht,” I blurted out, trying not to laugh. “Yes, I’ll give you a chance. But only because you’re great in bed,” I said, giggling as he wrapped his arms around me, pinning me in place.

“Mmm, that is true. Too bad you’re so stubborn, you could have been banging this choice piece for ages,” Braden said as he pointed at himself, choking back a laugh towards the end of his sentence.

“I know, fuck me, right?” I replied, chuckling.

“Gladly. Are you ready for round four, Alex?”

“No!” I said, frowning. “We need to start at the beginning. Don’t call me Alex. My name is Alexandra.”

“OK, Alexandra,” he said with a smile that lit up his eyes. “I guess I can accommodate that request. Wish you had told me earlier that you like to be called by your full name.”

That earned him a pillow to the face.

“Want to grab breakfast in the morning?” I asked Braden, once he came up for air from underneath the pillow. I raked my fingertips through his soft hair. “I’ll make us waffles.”

“My favorite,” he said, grinning madly as he looked up at me. “I promise not to insult your cooking. Or anything else.” He looked so sheepish that I couldn’t do anything but lean over and kiss him.

“Well, I’m a great lawyer but a very mediocre cook, so odds are the waffles may deserve to be insulted,” I said, snuggling closer to him. “But if they are terrible, you can say, ‘Oh, Alexandra, not only are you a brilliant legal mind, you are also a domestic goddess, and I bow at your alter. However I can’t eat these waffles, it would be a crime against the universe to deprive the world of something so perfect. I shall leave them on my plate so all of humanity can admire them for time eternal.”

Braden laughed. “Noted. Bad waffles, lie profusely, got it.”

“Yep,” I said, nuzzling into his neck. He practically purred in response.

“Speaking of food, I’m starving,” I said after a moment, stretching my arms over my head. Want to make up some more in the shower and then go grab a bite to eat?”

Braden grinned and nodded. He followed me into the bathroom, where glimmers of a sweet and playful side of his personality emerged in the quiet safety of the heat and bubbles. He teased and kissed me, never taking his hands or mouth off my wet skin for long. And much to my dismay, he discovered how ticklish I was in between lathering me up with soap and giving my ass playful love bites. I protested his ministrations as best I could. Which meant not at all. I loved it.

He was silent as we dressed, but grabbed my hand right before we walked out of the room. “Ready?” he asked, leaning down to kiss me softly. He rested his forehead against mine and squeezed my fingers. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up at him. There was a thin line between love and hate, and somehow we’d made it across the divide.

“Ready,” I replied, smiling brightly. Braden pushed open the door and we walked through it, away from the past and into our future.

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