Stupid Love: A Friends to Lovers Romantic Comedy (The Prescotts Book 1)

by Tara Wyatt

  Before she was finished with him, he pulled out of her mouth with an anguished groan, his cock glistening and rock hard. Feminine satisfaction curled through her that she’d pushed him to the brink so quickly.

  “I can’t wait another second to find out how you taste,” he rumbled out, climbing off of her and immediately settling himself between her legs, his broad shoulders nestled against the backs of her thighs. His hands—so big, so warm, so perfect—skimmed up her legs, taking her dress with it until it was bunched around her waist. He dipped his head, nuzzling her with this nose as he inhaled deeply.

  “Fuck, Lo,” he ground out. “I can smell how wet you are for me.”

  “Uh huh,” she whimpered, shifting her hips. All of the air went out of her when he kissed her pussy through her panties, his lips and tongue dragging the fabric against her swollen flesh. God, the things this man could do with his mouth. Her fantasies paled in comparison. Every single one of them. He inhaled again, his teeth tugging at the fabric of her panties. She clenched in anticipation, butterflies dizzy with lust flying in circles in her stomach. His fingers curled into the fabric of her panties at her hip, pulling it taut. He kissed her through the fabric again and made a low, growling sound that had her toes curling.

  “You particularly attached to these?” he asked, his grip on her panties tightening. She heard a few stitches tear.

  She shook her head, unable to get her mouth to form words.

  “Good.” He tightened his grip, pulling the fabric tight across her pussy. She moaned, the friction delicious against her clit. He let out another sexy growl and a ripping sound filled the air as he tore her panties off. And then his mouth was on her, kissing her deeply and thoroughly, making her hips buck and shake. She managed to push herself up on her elbows, and holy hell, the sight of Theo between her splayed legs, his mouth working over her pussy, was the hottest, sexiest, most erotic thing she’d ever seen. She wove her fingers into his hair and undulated her hips, grinding against his talented mouth.

  “Taste good?” Her voice was so husky that she barely recognized it.

  He pulled back, sucking at one of her outer lips. He grinned, and she could see herself on his face. “Tastes like my new favorite thing to eat.” Then he dipped his head and swirled his tongue around her clit before sucking it into his mouth. She practically screamed his name as she fell back on the bed, everything inside her burning and throbbing. He banded an arm across her jerking hips, holding her in place as he continued his onslaught while he circled her drenched entrance with one of his fingers. He teased her with shallow strokes and light touches as he lapped at her, sucking and kissing until she felt so swollen and achy that she almost couldn’t take it anymore.

  He added a second finger and slid them both deep inside her. She clenched around him as he licked her and she let go, stars bursting behind her tightly shut eyes as she rode his hand and mouth. Hot pressure coiled low in her stomach and then burst across her body as she went off like a firework. Throb after throb pulsed through her, making her shake and moan, the orgasm shuddering through her for what felt like a very long time.

  “You look so fucking beautiful when you come,” he said, trailing kisses over her still shaking thighs. She loved getting to see this side of him, this carnal, sexual, dirty side that he’d kept very neatly tucked away. She was already in love with him—with the best friend part of him. Could she have both sides of him? Could she have the guy who brought her lattes and held her hair back when she puked and watched Friends on the couch with her and who had a gloriously dirty mouth and a huge cock and who could make her come so hard she saw stars?

  With the way Theo was staring at her, his heart in his eyes, it felt like maybe she could.

  He got up and pushed his pants down over his hips, stepping out of them and then pulling open a drawer on his bedside table, fishing out a condom. As he did that, she squirmed out of her wrinkled dress, tossing it to the floor. Even though she’d just come, she felt crazy with needing him, so she reached out her hand and tugged him toward the bed. He sat down with his back against the headboard and she swung her leg over his hips, settling herself on his lap. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed a path up his jaw, rocking her hips against him. When her still throbbing pussy slid against his shaft, they both moaned. He palmed her ass, pulling her closer.

  “Get this condom on me, sweetheart. I need to be inside you,” he whispered, trailing kisses down her throat and across her collarbone. With slightly shaking hands, she took the condom from him, tore open the wrapper and rolled it down his length. She wanted to tease him, to draw it out, but she was just as impatient as he was.

  “Good girl,” he said, his voice raw as he gripped her ass and urged her up, the head of his cock sliding against her slick center. They let out a loud moan in unison, their voices tangling together. She tilted her hips, taking him just the tiniest bit inside, and they moaned again. Heat blistered her from the inside out, and she couldn’t wait any longer. Holding his eyes, she sank down onto his cock, taking all of him in one slow slide. She gasped at the molten feeling pulsing through her as she stretched to take him. Once he was fully inside, her body throbbing, she went still, soaking in the moment. He didn’t move either, just stroked a hand up and down her spine, his gaze fixed on where they were joined.

  “Fucking hell, sweetheart.” His voice came out rough, scraping over her like sandpaper. “Your pussy is heaven, Lo. I can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock.”

  She moved her hips up, the friction of him inside her both sweet and intense, and then came back down, somehow taking him even a little bit deeper. “You feel so good, Theo. Oh, God,” she said, her voice breathy, almost unrecognizable.

  He pulled her against his chest and kissed her, holding her tight as she slowly rocked her hips. Everything inside her tightened as they moved together, making it hard to breathe, or think, or do anything but feel.

  “You fill me up so good,” she whispered, burying her face in his neck as they started to move faster. Suddenly, he gripped her thighs and tumbled her backward so that he was on top of her. Lauren swore she felt her heart actually skip a beat in that moment. With Theo gazing down at her, looking so painfully sexy, his thick cock buried inside her, it was all she could do to stop herself from letting out a little sob of happiness. She wound her legs around his waist, wanting him even closer, even deeper. He skimmed a hand up her body, capturing one of her hands as he went. He pinned her hand above her head and wove his fingers with hers.

  He flexed his hips, his jaw tight. “I want to fuck you hard and rough, make you feel me as you take all this cock.” He gazed down at her, a question in his eyes.

  She scraped the nails of her free hand down his back, making him shudder. “I love this side of you. It’s so freaking hot. I had no idea...” She shook her head, swallowing her words as he flexed his cock inside her, stretching her even more. He was the biggest guy she’d ever been with—by a lot—and she was already addicted. The feeling of being stuffed full of Theo was pure perfection. Full of him and surrounded by him. Safe and cherished, with her entire body throbbing with pleasure. “Do it. Fuck me, Theo. Fill me and stretch me and take me. It’s all for you.”

  He let out a groan mixed with a growl and thrust his hips against her, the base of his cock rubbing against her still-swollen clit. Letting go of her hand, he pushed up to his knees. Then he gripped her hips and started to fuck her. Like, really fuck her. Hard and fast and dirty and sweaty. The stuff of steamy novels and erotic movies. His grip on her hips was rough, almost punishing, and a completely unevolved part of her thrilled at the thought that she’d probably have fingertip bruises.

  Sex bruises. From sex with Theo. For some reason, just thinking his name made everything that much hotter. Theo was inside her. Theo had made her come with his mouth and his fingers.

  Theo.

  With his name echoing through her mind, she started to come again, sudden, harsh throbs pulsing through her, scorching
her with heat and pleasure. She moaned, long and loud, as her body pulled at him, wanting him deeper. Wanting everything he had to give her.

  Her orgasm seemed to shred the last of his control, and he thrust into her with two, three more brutally hard thrusts and then came. The groan he let out sounded like it was torn from somewhere deep in his chest. It was, hands down, the sexiest sound she’d ever heard him make. She felt each pulse of his cock inside her and she squeezed him back, drawing it out as much as possible.

  “Holy shit,” he panted out, pulling his hands away and shoving one through his hair. “I...fuck, I think you’re gonna have bruises. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

  Her heart gave a little shiver. She loved hearing him call her sweetheart in that raspy, sated just-had-great-sex voice.

  “Don’t be. I’m not. That was hot as hell.”

  With a rueful grin, he slid out of her and disappeared into the bathroom, reappearing seconds later with a towel. Once they’d cleaned up, he climbed back onto the bed and pulled her into his arms.

  “Come here, gorgeous.” Her heart gave another happy little shiver as she settled her head on his chest, listening to the thump of his heart. She knew that they needed to talk about this—what it changed, what it meant, what they wanted—but for now, she was perfectly content to bask in the afterglow of the best sex she’d ever had.

  11

  Lauren rolled over and buried her face in the pillow, inhaling the scent of Theo and sex deep into her lungs. She wasn’t sure how much she’d slept. She felt tired, yet also buzzing and awake. After the first round, she’d dozed off in Theo’s arms, then woke up to use the bathroom and when she’d come back, they’d had a slow and sleepy round two. Lying down behind her with his chest at her back, he’d pushed inside her, inch by inch, slowly working himself in. Then he’d hooked her leg over his hips, spreading her open for him. He’d stroked in and out while massaging her clit with his strong fingers and before long, she’d come, throbbing against his hand and around his cock. She’d thought she couldn’t take anymore, but then he’d pulled out and settled himself between her legs, eating her swollen pussy with deep, slow sweeps of his tongue until she’d come not just once, but twice more. Then he’d pushed back inside her, taking her with long, slow strokes and deep, lingering kisses.

  She’d come five times last night. It was no wonder she’d fallen into a boneless oblivion.

  Also, she’d now learned five new things. Thing five: Theo Prescott was amazing in bed.

  She opened her eyes and reached for him at the same time, but his side of the bed was empty. Pushing up on to her elbow, she glanced toward the master bath, but the door was open and the room was silent. Maybe he’d gone out to get breakfast. He wasn’t much of a cook, and he knew how much she loved a good bagel.

  But then she heard what sounded like a groan from the living room, and it wasn’t the kind of groan she’d heard from him multiple times last night. This one sounded off in a way that had worry spearing through her, chasing away the last of her sleepiness. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, found a rumpled T-shirt of Theo’s to pull on over her head, and made her way into the living room.

  He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows shirtless, wearing a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants. He had one hand braced against the glass, the other pressed to his stomach.

  “Theo? You okay?” She padded towards him, concern pulling at her.

  He shook his head. “I...yeah. Yeah. I’m sure it’s nothing.” But then he hissed out a sharp gasp. His eyes screwed shut and he seemed to force himself to take a breath. She stepped closer and her concern deepened when she saw how pale he was. Beads of sweat dotted his hairline. “Probably just something I ate.”

  She frowned, not convinced that whatever was going on with him was simple indigestion. “I mean, wouldn’t you have felt sick sooner if it was from dinner?”

  He shrugged and then grimaced. “Shit.”

  She reached out for him. “Come here, sit down. What’s wrong?” She guided him onto the couch, frowning again when she touched his skin. He felt hot, but not in the way he’d felt hot last night. His skin wasn’t just warm—it was too hot. Unnaturally hot.

  He leaned forward, his arms braced on his knees, his face twisted in pain. “I woke up like half an hour ago. I wanted to go out and surprise you with bagels and coffee.” He tried to smile but he couldn’t seem to force his lips out of their grimace. “But as soon as I walked out here, I had this stabbing pain right here,” he said, pointing just to the right of his belly button. “I thought maybe it was indigestion, so I tried to walk it off and that only seemed to make it worse.” He sucked in another sharp breath. Lauren lifted her hand and pressed her palm to his forehead.

  “You’re burning up. Does it hurt if I touch you here?” She gently pressed her fingers against his lower right abdomen. He let out a yelp and practically leaped off the couch.

  “Fuck. Sorry, sorry. Yeah, that hurts.”

  “I think you might have appendicitis. I remember when my sister had it in high school and it was just like this. Fever, pain in her lower right side that came on suddenly.”

  He tried to laugh but it sounded forced. “What? No. I don’t have appendicitis. It’s just something I ate. Or maybe a bug. It’s definitely not something that…” He trailed off, somehow going even whiter. “Oh no.” He got up and hobbled to the bathroom, barely making it in time to stick his head in the toilet and be sick. He moaned and she sank down onto her knees beside him, stroking a hand up and down his back. Her mind flashed back to the night of her birthday and the way he’d taken care of her. The way he’d almost kissed her. Thinking back, that night felt like the beginning of the change in their relationship.

  “I’m gonna grab you some water, okay?” All she wanted to do was to take care of him and make sure he was okay.

  He nodded and groaned and then threw up again. When she returned with a bottle of water from his fridge a minute later, she found him sitting with his back against the glass shower door, his wrists on his knees. He took the water with a small smile.

  “Sorry.”

  She sank down beside him. “Don’t be sorry. It was me puking in here not that long ago, remember?” He shot her a half smile and then grimaced again, biting back a groan. “Anyway, I think we should go to the hospital.”

  He scoffed. “We don’t need to go to the hospital. I’m fine.”

  “Oh, yeah? You just gonna walk this off, tough guy?”

  He started to push to his feet. “Yep. Prescotts don’t go to the hospital.” Then he went completely white, threw up again, and laid down on the bathroom floor.

  She just shook her head, fighting the urge to roll her eyes, deciding that annoyed was a more productive emotion than worried at that moment. “Stay here. I’m going to get dressed and bring you a shirt. And then we’re going to the emergency room, and I don’t care what your last name is.” She stood and started to make her way back to his bedroom.

  “Lo, I think you’re overreacting. I don’t need to go to the hospital.” He started to stand, grunted and then quickly sat back down again. He pressed a hand to his abdomen. “Goddammit. Okay. Okay. Shit.” He let out another groan, his eyes screwed tightly shut. Lauren raced back into the bedroom, her irritation with his stubbornness fading as worry and panic rose back to the surface. She found Theo a long-sleeved Henley from one of his dresser drawers and then started to pull on her dress from last night. She felt absolutely ridiculous in a slinky cocktail dress that was slightly rumpled from spending the night on Theo’s bedroom floor, but it would have to do for now. She grabbed one of his dress shirts and slipped it on over top of the dress, knotting the ends at her waist in an effort to cover up a little more and look at least somewhat presentable. Well, as presentable as a girl could be wearing last night’s dress, a man’s dress shirt and no underwear because said man had ripped them off.

  As he gingerly pulled on the shirt she’d handed him, she slipped her shoes on, gat
hered up her purse and phone and then helped Theo into his own shoes. He was now walking slightly hunched over, so she looped his arm over her shoulders for support, guiding them towards the elevator.

  Once they reached the lobby, she called out and asked the doorman to hail them a cab. He nodded and hurried outside while she and Theo shuffled their way across the shiny floor of his building’s lobby. By the time she got him settled in the cab that the doorman had frantically waved down, he was shaking, his knuckles white. She pried his clenched fist open as they lurched down 9th Ave and wove her fingers through his.

  “It’s going to be okay. I know it really hurts, but you’re gonna be fine. When Emily had hers out, she felt so much better after.”

  He nodded, his lips pressed into a grim line. “You’re gonna stay, right?” His fingers tightened around hers, and her heart throbbed in her chest.

  “I’m not going anywhere.” And she meant it in every single possible way she could, because last night had changed everything. At least, it had for her.

  An hour and a half after they’d arrived at Mount Sinai, it was confirmed: Theo’s appendix needed to be removed. Now. They’d whisked him off to surgery almost immediately, leaving Lauren to sit in the beige and blue waiting room. A muted TV was tuned to HGTV, and the air smelled like coffee and antiseptic. Even though she knew he’d be totally fine, she couldn’t seem to dispel the anxiety running through her.

  And she wasn’t even entirely sure about the source of her anxiety. Did she feel restless and tense because he was having surgery, or because they hadn’t gotten the chance to actually talk about anything? Once they’d arrived at the hospital, she’d helped him fill out the admission and insurance paperwork and then they’d taken him for a CT scan. While they’d waited for the results, he’d been in so much pain that she’d been entirely focused on trying to entertain and distract him. She’d done her Kermit the Frog impression, she’d told lame jokes, and she’d made up crazy stories about the people on some home renovation show (they needed to renovate because they were having sextuplets, and they were going to name them Fred, Ed, Ned, Ted, Jed and Dilbert). She would’ve done cartwheels naked down the hallway if it would’ve done anything to take his mind off the pain.