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Disclaimer: I wish I owned Instant Star and the characters. Then Tommy'd be all mine!

Chapter 33 – Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard Place

I turned around, my emotions battling for control within me. The way Jude looked, I knew I had to be gentle. The thing was, I wasn't sure what Mr. H. would do if he knew Jude was at my place. I decided to approach the situation carefully.

"Please, sit down, make yourself at home," I said. For now, anyway. Jude let out a sigh of relief, and I wondered if she was thinking the same thing as me, that I might have kicked her out.

"Thanks," Jude said, and plopped down in my favorite chair. Normally, I'd object, but it was Jude after all, so I remained silent.

My POV: She does have great taste.

"Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" I asked, just as Jude blurted out, "Do you have any frosted Strawberry Pop-Tarts?"

"Coming right up," I laughed. I knew how much she loved them. One day, I decided to try them, and they weren't half bad. But I wasn't addicted to them like Jude was. Now strawberry Twizzlers, on the other hand…those I could eat 24/7. I'd gotten hooked on them after I got caught smoking on tour with Boyz Attack by Georgia. She made me swear never to smoke again, and gave me strawberry Twizzlers to help me kick the habit. Since then, I eat Twizzlers like Jude eats Pop-Tarts.

I disappeared into the kitchen, where I toasted a few Pop-Tarts. While they were warming up, I poured a glass of milk for Jude, and brought it out to her.

By the time the Pop-Tarts were done, I brought out them out on a plate.

"More," Jude demanded, looking really cute with a milk moustache. She held up her empty glass,

"Yes, Princess," I said, teasing her. "At your service. Will you be needing anything else?" I made a mock bow as Jude laughed.

"Yes, MILK!" Jude bellowed, then burst out laughing. I joined in, and then ran back into the kitchen when she suddenly stopped. She can be so funny sometimes. That's just one of the things I love about her.

"It's about time," Jude said, already stuffing her face with Pop-Tarts. She had crumbs all over her mouth, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to wipe them off with my lips.

Jude slurped down the rest of the milk, and I'd brought out a full pitcher just in case.

"Thanks," Jude said, once she'd finished eating. "That was delicious."

"I know, I can tell you liked it," I smiled. Then my expression grew serious.

"You OK?" I said, and I wasn't referring to Jude's hunger.

"Yeah," Jude said, avoiding my eyes.

"Jude," I said. "Are you?"

"No," Jude said, but she was stronger than she looked. "Tommy, don't worry. My dad will turn around."

"I don't know, Jude. He sounded pretty serious to me," I admitted.

"Of course he did. He's a dad," Jude pointed out the obvious. "But my mom, she knows exactly how I feel. She'll get him to change his mind about us. You'll see."

"Jude, do you know what happened before you came here tonight? After our little disagreement in your driveway?" I said, hesitating to tell her the truth. I didn't want to turn her against her dad anymore than she already was.

"No, what?" Jude looked curious.

"He said that if you came anywhere near this house, he'd have me arrested and put away for life," I looked down at the ground, knowing exactly what Jude's response would be.

"He what?" Jude shrieked and jumped up. "I can't believe he would say that! He knows I love you, and you love me, and that we want to be together. I mean, we still work together, right? We can't exactly avoid each other at the studio. I can't believe he would do something like that!" Jude started pacing back and forth, anger evident on every inch of her face.

"Jude, he just wants the best for you," I said, trying to picture myself as Jude's dad and worrying for his youngest daughter. I couldn't do it. I mean, the picturing myself as Jude's dad. As a father, yes, but as Jude's father? I'd probably get arrested for incest. Not the actual act, but the thoughts that come before the act.

"Spare me," Jude held up her hand. "I know what he wants. He wants me to never date, and never get married until he's dead. Or at least not until I turn 80. Whichever comes later. You know what? Screw everything. Screw my dad, screw what he said or what he didn't say. I want you, and you want me, so who can stop us?"

"Ju-" I was about to protest, but Jude had already wrapped her arms around me and kissed me senseless. Instinctively, my arms went around her and held her close. Our kiss deepened quickly, as our bodies melded together.

Jude broke off the kiss, and smiled seductively at me. "So, what are you going to do about us?" She smiled as I pulled her close and kissed her without another word.

As we kissed, she started moving backwards, away from the kitchen and toward the bedrooms. I pulled back, and Jude instantly frowned. "Jude, I don't think we should do this. Yes, I love you, but don't you think this is going a bit fast?"

"Do you have protection?" Jude asked. I nodded, and she smiled. "Then my answer's no." Her lips locked with mine, and she started tugging my shirt off as she led me to my room.

Once we got in, we briefly broke apart to remove the rest of our clothing. I slipped on a condom, and then Jude, who'd already got into bed, pulled me on top of her. We kissed long and passionately, and my mind lost control as my body took over.

Over and over again I thrust into her, and Jude moaned as I kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders, any part of her I could get to. I saw desire in her eyes as she reveled in the feelings she was experiencing, and I knew she probably saw desire reflected in my own eyes.

I gave one final thrust deep inside Jude, and collapsed on top of her. Now it was her turn to comfort me. "You OK?" Jude said, patting my hair lovingly.

"I…I think I'm in heaven," I said tiredly. "You?"

"I got there about 10 minutes ago," Jude said, pulling me into her embrace. "I could stay like this forever."

"I don't think Georgia or your dad would like that," I reminded her.

"Let's not think about it then," Jude concluded.

"But…" I started to protest, and Jude silenced me with her lips. Dear Lord, I think I've created a monster.

Jude guided my hips toward her own, and I felt myself get hard again as she pulled me back into her. All we had was right now, this very moment, and all we had were each other. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. Except the woman I was literally entangled with. The only woman who could take my breath away with her voice, her smile, her tears, her glance. The one who could murmur a few words and make me forget where I was and what I was doing. The one who was my perfect match, physically, mentally, emotionally.

Jude was the one. The only one. For me.

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