Fighting Love (Love to the Extreme) (22 page)

furious over another man touching her—especially not Tommy—and it was…okay, it was absolutely

thrilling to watch.

“Julie is not an object you can just take, asshole.”

A smug smile came to Brody’s face. “No. But she’s a
woman
I can take—over and over again, and

she’ll enjoy every fucking second of it.”

The punch snapped Brody’s head to the side. So much for thrilling. Julie shot to her feet, clapping her

hands over her mouth. “Tommy!
No
!”

Brody slowly brought his head back around, used his thumb to wipe away the blood on his bottom lip

as he regarded Tommy, who was so enraged the cords in his throat strained against the tension encasing his

entire body. She’d seen him like this once before. The night he punched Ethan’s son. That had been over

her, too—she just hadn’t known it at the time.

“Get the
fuck
out of this house.”

Brody glanced over at her. “Jules?”

When Tommy shifted forward like he was going to attack again, Julie quickly said, “I think you’d better

go, Brody.”

Scowling, he glared between her and Tommy. “Fine.”

All tense, he spun toward the door, but before he stalked forward, he sent her a conspiratorial wink,

and then left.
Crazy man
.

“Tom—”

Before she had time to get out his entire name, he was across the room with his mouth crushed to hers.

Fire swept through her instantly, pooling low in her gut. Any lingering worries about them, the

consequences, him bolting, vanished. Only one thing was clear.

She had to have him.

His tongue sailed into her mouth, his fingers biting into her hips as he forced her to walk backward.

Where he was taking her, she didn’t care, just as long as he didn’t stop kissing her. The backs of her knees

hit the couch, but he continued to push her. Losing her balance, she tumbled against the cushions. Tommy

immediately dropped to his knees before her and yanked her hips to the edge of the couch.

Within seconds, he had her pajama bottoms and panties off and her thighs shoved open wide, and his

mouth was buried between her legs, devouring her. The mere speed of it almost made her come, and she

released slow, rough breaths, trying to control the tightening in her lower body.

If she didn’t move away from that exquisite mouth, she’d orgasm and become too sensitive for more.

She wanted it to last. Shifting her hips to the left, she freed her clit from his wicked tongue, relieved to feel

the pressure ebb.

A growl came from his mouth, vibrating against her, as his hand clamped onto her hip and moved her

right back where she’d been. His mouth pressing into her, his tongue circled her, then flicked. The pressure

sprang back. Threatened to explode. She tried to shift away again, but his fingers bit into her skin, keeping

her immobile, refusing her any control. The longer he continued his unrelenting pursuit for her orgasm, the

more the intense pleasure took away her ability to think. She was numb to everything but what he was

doing to her and how it made her feel. Surrendering to him, she moaned, and grabbed his hair in one hand

and the back of the couch in the other. “Oh, God!” she cried out.

Tommy held nothing back. There wasn’t any tenderness, no apology for his aggressiveness. He took,

just as she’d known he would. And it was so much more than she could’ve imagined. He focused on her,

finding that nub and not giving it a second to relax. There wasn’t teasing or a slow building. He licked and

sucked with the same intensity that he’d started this with. This wasn’t foreplay. He wanted her orgasm, and

he wanted it fast. By the greedy noises he made, this was a man completely lost in the moment, who got just

as turned on by pleasuring a woman like this as he did by being inside her.

He sucked her clit deep into his mouth one last time, and her body shattered. Arching her back, she

gave a long moan of ecstasy as her climax ripped through her. His hands on her hips kept her lower body

on lockdown, and he held her clit prisoner against his mouth, never releasing the pressure of his lips as she

rode the intensity of her release. As she reached the most sensitive peak, she tried to jerk away. He denied

her escape, his tongue as aggressive as ever.

“Too much,” she cried.

A noise she could only decipher as “No” came from him as he licked her again.

She grabbed his hair and pulled, but he stayed exactly where he was.

“I—I can’t. Too—”

He sucked her deep into his mouth again and the explosion was instant. Her body went rigid and she

screamed as a second release barreled through her, more intense than the first. She bucked against his

mouth as he made it go on and on, until she collapsed against the cushions.

“Holy shit,” she whispered over and over. Multiples. The man had just given her multiples.

After he finally lifted his head, he flipped her onto her stomach, her knees on the ground, her torso bent

over the cushion. Anticipation shivered through her. He was going to take her. Two warm hands kneaded

her bottom as a low growl echoed through the room. “Such a perfect ass.”

His words sent new waves of lust through her, and all she wanted was to have him inside her. Have him

thrust into her with the same intensity as he just had with his mouth. She heard the low rasp of his zipper.

Felt the head of his cock probe her center. And she knew she was moments from having him inside her.

“Please, Tommy.” She wiggled backward. “Now!”

He made a strangled noise.

“Jesus.”
The warmth of his body leaving hers was shocking. She pushed up slightly to look over her

shoulder. He was pacing the room, thrusting his hand through his hair.

“Tommy?”

His gaze flashed to hers, lowered to her ass, and his jaw clenched. “Jesus Christ, Julie, stand up and put

your clothes on.”

He had to be kidding. He was doing this
again
? “But—”

“Now!” he roared, then turned his back on her.

She reluctantly pulled her pajama pants back on. When she stood, he finally faced her. “This can’t

happen again, Julie. I don’t
want
it to happen again.”

Hurt and confusion flooded through her in equal measure. “I don’t understand. Why do you keep

stopping?”

“
Why
? I just punched Brody for saying he was going to take you. I
said
you weren’t a fucking object,

and not five minutes later I’m treating you like one. Just having my goddamn way with you with no regard

for your feelings.”

“I don’t mind. I—”

Anger flashed in his eyes. “
I
mind. You deserve better than that. You deserve someone who is going to

treat you better. And someone who’s going to stick around afterward. What was I
thinking
?”

She gasped as his words from this morning came back tenfold. Stepping forward, she reached for him.

He flinched backward, shaking his head. “Stay away from me,” he hissed, then whirled around and

slammed out of the house.

And finally she understood. Tommy
wanted
to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her just as badly as he

didn’t
want to fuck her. She really wasn’t sure why that was. But she had a feeling it had to do with that

protective instinct he’d always felt toward her. Except this time he was protecting her from himself.

Too bad for him she’d decided she didn’t need protecting. Especially from Tommy Sparks.

She had to have him.

And she intended to do just that.

Chapter 11

Tommy stood outside the house with his keys in his hand. It was a little after midnight, and he’d

expected the house to be dark when he got home—the way it had been all week. But the living room light

was shining brightly, letting him know Julie was waiting for him inside. He turned back to his car, moved

toward the vehicle, then stopped, glanced back at the house, scrubbed his hand on the top of his head, and

groaned. He couldn’t keep avoiding her. Hell, he missed her.
Really
missed her.

Which, it seemed, was why he had yet to find a place to live. Not from lack of searching, though. Any

time he was shown a new rental, a rock formed in his gut and all he could think about was Julie and the

mess of things he’d made with her. He desperately wanted to fix it. Couldn’t seem to be able to move on

until he did.

Unfortunately, he was terrified to be around her. He couldn’t seem to be able to keep his hands to

himself when he was alone with her. So he found himself in the frustrating situation of not being able to

move out until he mended things with Julie but unable to do so because if he was around her, he’d just

make everything worse.

When he was home, he kept himself locked in his room until she’d left for work each morning, and

he’d stayed out past her bedtime each night for the past week. Some nights he stayed at the gym longer,

some he drove around aimlessly, and others he went out with one of the guys and had a couple of drinks—

as he had tonight.

Training had gone really well all week, and one by one the guys had started to come around. Not all of

them, but most. And tonight he’d been invited to join them for a drink after practice. It’d been nice to hang

out with the guys again, talk shop, bullshit.

But through it all, he missed Julie.

And now she was still awake, no doubt waiting up for him.

Inhaling a steadying breath, he strode up the walkway.
You’re a man. So be a man.

When he opened the front door, he found her sitting on the couch. Lucy was curled up on her lap,

while Warrior was nestled against her hip. It was a beautiful sight to come home to. He stepped inside and

closed the door behind him, then went farther into the living room. A bottle of wine sat on the coffee table

and she held a glass in her hand. Seeing him, she brought it to her lips and drained it.

“Rough day?” he asked.

“You can say that.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Sure. Where’ve you been all week?”

He noticed the slight wobble to her head as she turned to look at him. She wasn’t drunk yet, but she was

past tipsy. Her buzz gave him a security blanket, and he relaxed. Drunk women did nothing for him. When

he took a woman to bed, he didn’t want anything dulling her senses. He wanted her completely aware of

every decision she made, and everything he did to her.

“I’ve been out.”

“Obviously.” She lifted Lucy off her lap and rose. “With who?”

“The guys.”

“Uh huh.” Swaying, she crossed her arms across her chest. “To the bars?”

“Yes.”

“How many women did you fuck?”

Hearing that word uttered by the only woman he wanted to do it with was a very dangerous turn of

events, flashing images through his mind that would ensure he’d only make things worse between them. He

needed to take control. Immediately.

He started toward her. “I think it’s time to go to bed.”

Her brows rose in challenge.

“Alone.”

She snorted. “I thought so.” She swayed again. “How
many
, Tommy?”

“Julie, don’t be—”

She slashed a hand toward him. “You won’t fuck me, so I know you have to be fucking someone else.”

Stop saying that word!

“I’m not fucking
anyone
,” he gritted out.

“Really?” She made her way to him, tripping over her feet. “So you’re just plain mean, then. Is that it?”

He jerked back. “What the hell are you talking about?”

When she stopped in front of him, she placed a finger on his lips, and the sultry awe on her face as she

gazed at them made his cock instantly harden. “This mouth did wicked things to me, Tommy.
Wicked

things. I came so hard. Twice. I never came twice like that before.”

A gust of air whooshed out of him, and he was damn close to giving her another taste of his wicked

mouth if she didn’t stop.
She’s been drinking.
The reminder helped…a little.

She ran her finger from his lips down his chin, between his pecs, over his abs, and then cupped a whole

handful of
him
and rubbed. A groan slipped out, long and low, as his body stiffened right along with his

cock.
Fuck. Me.
He couldn’t have moved away from her kneading fingers even if he’d wanted to. Which he

didn’t.

One minute. He’d enjoy the feel of her hands on him for one more minute, then he’d stop her.

“Yeah, you were hard just like this, too,” she said as she pressed into the length of him, ripping another

groan from him. He tried to smother it and failed miserably.

Latching on to her wrist, he started to tug her hand away, but froze when her other hand slipped

between her own legs, stealing his ability to move. He watched, spellbound, as she began to rub herself.

He’d give anything to replace her hand with his right now. Make her scream again. Taste her again.

So, why don’t you?

Because she deserved better than him.

“Then I felt you here, Tommy. Probing. Getting ready to thrust into me. I was so
fucking
wet and ready

for you. And then you left me.
You left me
. ”