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

by Tara Wyatt

  But then when she walked into Theo’s apartment at the end of the day and laid eyes on him, she felt like melted butter, all sweet and soft. He wore a pair of gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, pushing his almost never seen glasses—he was strictly a contact lens wearer—up his nose as he paced back and forth, talking on the phone. As she went to go put her stuff away, she smiled and gave him a silent wave, her heart doing a happy little flip at the wink he sent her way. He grinned at her as she reappeared in the living room, and the melty feeling trickled through her again.

  “Right, so if he’s not using his time in a fifty-fifty split, I’d advise you to keep a detailed calendar where you can document every single missed visitation.” Theo went quiet as he strode up to her, his phone still pressed to his ear. He wrapped his arm around her waist and then tugged her down onto the couch so she landed in his lap, straddling him, and she had to press her lips together to avoid letting out an undignified squeak. “At least six months. I know. It’s a long time. But the more documentation we have, the better. Then I can file a motion to modify custody to reflect the actual time split between the two of you.” He went quiet again, listening to his client. “No, I get it. We need to prove that he’s not using the time he’s allotted as per the custody agreement. Custody is use it or lose it, so if we can prove he’s not using it, it should be pretty straightforward to have the court modify the schedule.” He nodded as he listened. “Hang in there. You’re a rock star mom, and we’ll get this sorted out. Call me if you need anything, anytime.” He ended the call and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down for a kiss.

  She dissolved into him, the stress of her day fading away as his tongue traced the seam of her mouth. He tasted like Earl Gray tea and home. God, kissing him felt so good. So natural and right, and like they should’ve been doing this for the past several years now. She moaned softly against his mouth and he deepened the kiss, taking her mouth greedily. But his phone started ringing and he pulled away with a sigh.

  He glanced at the screen. “Sorry, I have to take this. It’s one of the senior partners.”

  She nodded and climbed off of him, heading into the kitchen only to find that Theo had already started dinner. Peering through the oven’s window, she could see a casserole bubbling away. A salad was ready and waiting in the fridge, too. He was probably doing too much, given that he’d had his appendix out less than seventy-two hours ago, but she knew there was nothing she could do or say to keep him on the couch.

  “Don’t get too excited. It’s just chicken tetrazzini made with a store-bought rotisserie chicken.” She glanced at him over her shoulder, going still when she saw the expression on his face. He’d either won the lottery or someone had died, and she didn’t know which it was. But his eyes were bright, his shoulders tense, his entire body practically vibrating.

  “Is everything okay?”

  A huge smile broke out across his face and relief trickled through her. “That was Sanford Lennox, one of the senior partners at the firm. I’m being considered for junior partner.”

  “Theo!” She moved forward to wrap her arms around him. “That’s amazing! It’s everything you’ve been working toward for the past five years now.” Her chest felt tight with the pride suffusing her. He worked so hard, and it felt incredible to see his hard work paying off like this.

  “It’s far from a done deal at this point,” he said with a shrug that made his hoodie pull tight across his shoulders in a very appealing way. “I’ll have to meet with the senior partners and they’ll put it to a vote. But if I get it, I could make senior partner by the time I’m thirty-five.”

  “That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.” She squeezed his shoulders, her stomach fluttering at the hard muscle beneath her fingers. His gorgeous blue eyes were soft and warm, and he lifted a hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn’t help the little shiver that coursed through her. It was heady and surreal getting to experience him like this.

  “We should get some cupcakes to celebrate,” she said, pressing her cheek to his solid chest. His heart thumped steadily against her and she closed her eyes, soaking in the moment.

  “Mmm,” he said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, vibrating against her cheek. “I’d rather do something else.” His hands dipped lower, skimming her ass. “The next three days are going to kill me.” She wriggled against him, tormenting both of them as his rock hard dick frubbed against her stomach. He groaned and gripped her tighter, pinning her in place. “No more of that.”

  “Or else what?” she asked, biting her lip and blinking up at him through her lashes. God, it was fun pushing his buttons and causing him to lose control. It was a power she could quickly get addicted to.

  He chuckled. “You do something to me, Lo, something no one else ever has. I get my hands on you and I feel like I’m about to go crazy with wanting you. Maybe I wanna make you feel some of that craziness.” Then, with the sexiest, naughtiest smile—how was it that everything he did was sexier in glasses? —he stepped away from her and took her hand, shutting off the oven as they passed by. He led her straight into his bathroom, where they stopped in front of the massive mirror. He stood behind her, his hands on her hips as he kissed her neck. “Get naked.”

  “But, I—”

  “I wasn’t asking, sweetheart.” The stern edge in his voice had every nerve ending in her body standing at attention.

  “But you can’t—”

  “And I’m not going to. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good. Naked. Now.” He dipped his head and tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. “Be crazy with me, Lo.”

  Did he know how powerless she was when it came to him? With any other guy, this feeling of giving herself over recklessly would’ve felt dangerous and wrong. But with Theo, she didn’t feel anything but safe and wanted and whole in a way she’d never experienced with anyone else.

  As he kissed her neck, his cock a hard pillar at her back, she started unbuttoning her blouse with shaky fingers. It hit the floor, along with her bra, her pants, and her underwear. It felt so...so decadent to be completely naked while Theo was fully clothed. Decadent and wicked and exciting.

  His fingers dragged down her right arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “You have the most beautiful skin. So soft.” His fingers curled around her ribs, then skimmed down over her waist and to her hip. He gripped her, holding her against him. “I’ve fantasized about kissing every single one of these freckles.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “This one. And this one.” He moved to the other side of her neck. “This one, too. All of them. Over and over again until I have them memorized.” Her heart melted and pooled in her stomach, her entire body coming undone for him. She swallowed around the thickness in her throat.

  His hands came up to cup her breasts, and she gasped as he rolled her hard, aching nipples between his fingers. “I love how responsive you are,” he rumbled into her ear. “It’s so fucking hot.” He pinched her nipples, just enough to make her arch her back. She let out a shuddery moan. “Now spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Let me make you crazy.” She did it, wanting to go wherever he was taking them. He dropped one hand down to cup her, and then trailed his fingers over her slit. “Open your eyes. Watch. Doesn’t my hand look good between your thighs?”

  “Mmmhmm,” she managed, fighting the urge to squirm against him.

  “Whose pussy is this?” he asked, his voice raw and frayed.

  “Yours. Oh, God. It’s yours.” He rewarded her with a slow, teasing stroke over her throbbing clit.

  “That’s right, sweetheart.” She pressed her ass against him, and he groaned, circling her clit with a faster, firmer stroke. The sight of his big hand working between her legs was almost too erotic to bear, but she couldn’t look away. He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers. “You taste so sweet, Lo. So fucking sweet.” And then his hand was back between her legs, working her throbbing clit. Fire licked through her as she writhed on his ha
nd, her lips parted as she stared at their debauched reflection.

  “That feels so good, Theo. Oh, God. Yes! Right there. Mmm,” she panted out, her legs starting to shake a little at the effort to stay upright under the onslaught of his talented fingers. His touch dipped lower and he thrust two fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit. He bit at her neck, his eyes bright and ravenous in their reflection.

  “I can’t wait to get back inside you, Lo. I can’t stop thinking about filling you up again.”

  She made a strangled sound and threw her head back against his chest. Her entire body felt like one giant throb, every single nerve ending pulsing for him. At his touch, at his words, at the fact that it was her best friend Theo saying these dirty things to her as he stroked her clit and fucked her with his fingers.

  Pleasure scorched through her, tightening her pussy around his fingers and she gripped his arms, digging her fingers in. “Shit, you’re gonna make me...oh, shit. Shit!” With a loud moan, she came so hard that she could feel every single pulse of her clit, as though it had a heartbeat of its own. Her legs buckled and Theo caught her, holding her against his chest as she trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

  After a moment, when she’d stopped shaking, she spun in his arms, met his eyes and without a word, sank to her knees. The need to make him feel as good as he’d just made her feel was almost overwhelming. She was still tingling and pulsing between her legs, but the only thing she could think about was giving him a taste of the pleasure he’d given her.

  She tucked her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, toying with it. She licked her lips and kissed his hard cock through the fabric. “Can I?” she asked, her voice a shaky whisper.

  He stared at her, his breath coming in harsh pants. “I shouldn’t, but fuck, sweetheart. Yeah. God, yeah.”

  She smiled and worked his pants down over his hips, finding him completely bare underneath. She nuzzled her cheek against the hot, smooth skin of his hard cock. “If I’d known you were commando, I would’ve been on my knees for you the second I walked in the door.”

  “Jesus,” he murmured, pulling his hoodie off and then sliding his hand into her hair. He wound the strands around his fist, giving a playful little tug, sending zings of electricity dancing over her scalp. “Love how your red hair looks wrapped around my hand like this,” he said, staring at them in the mirror. She glanced over to look at their reflection and for a second, she could’ve sworn her heart stopped completely. The sight of Theo’s big hand clutching her hair, Lauren completely naked and on her knees in front of him, the head of his thick cock less than an inch from her mouth...She had to remind herself to breathe. He made a gruff, sexy sound as she took just the head of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. She was never going to get enough of his taste, of the warm weight of him on her tongue.

  She moaned as she took him deeper into her mouth, reveling in the low, growly “fuck” he let out. His hand tightened in her hair, and she glanced up at him, smiling around his cock. The heat in his gaze was scorching, blistering, and totally, completely addictive. He lowered his free hand to her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip.

  “You’re so beautiful, Lo. God, I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.”

  Adrenaline and giddiness rushed through her, twisting together into something so big and so bright she could hardly breathe. The knowledge that he’d wanted this—them, her—as much as she had filled her with even more hope. They’d figure this out. If she gave him some time and some space, gave him the chance to see how good it could be between the two of them, everything would work out.

  She cupped his balls and squeezed gently as she worked her mouth over him, swirling her tongue around the plump, velvety head of the world’s most perfect cock. Thick and long and so incredibly sexy. Hot and smooth and gorgeous. As she sucked him deeper, he let out a low groan, his hips starting to move with her. She glanced at his tiny little incisions, already healing and pulled back, stroking him leisurely.

  “Do you want me to stop?” She leaned forward and trailed kisses up his shaft, seemingly unable to keep her mouth off of him.

  “I think I’ll die if you stop,” he said gruffly, a grin pulling up the corner of his mouth.

  “Well, we can’t have that.” She kissed the head of his cock, flicking her tongue over the slit. She could taste how turned on he was, and in that moment, all she cared about was making him feel good. Then she took him as deep as she possibly could, picking up the pace. She could feel the muscles in his legs and stomach start to tighten along with his grip in her hair. But the sting in her scalp only served as encouragement to push him over the edge. To help him release all of the tension singing through his body. She pulled back just long enough to murmur, “Can’t wait to taste you, baby,” before taking him back into her mouth. The only sounds in the room were the wet slide of her mouth over his hard cock, her soft exhales and Theo’s increasingly anguished groans. It was a moment Lauren wanted to live in forever.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me come. Oh God, Lo.” The single syllable of her nickname came out almost as a growl as he thrust into her mouth and she tasted him on her tongue. She moaned, wanting to memorize the taste of him, of this man that she’d spent most of her adult life wanting. He came in several long spurts, and she swallowed down everything he gave her, feeling almost drunk on making Theo come. On tasting him. On making him lose control with only her mouth. But then he hissed and pulled back, pressing a hand to his stomach.

  She looked up at him with a frown, her brows knitting together as she wiped at her lips. “Are you okay? Did I—”

  He let out a pained chuckle. “No, sweetheart. Just...shit. I probably shouldn’t have come.”

  “Oh.” She pressed her fingers to her lips. “I’m sorry.”

  He reached for her and hauled her to her feet, pulling her against him. “Don’t you dare be sorry for that. Besides, I was a goner from the second you got on your knees.” He tried—and failed—to hide another grimace.

  “Come on, Mr. Future Junior Partner. Let’s get you dressed and back on the couch,” she said, stepping away to gather up his clothes and hand them to him. “I’ll go turn the oven back on. And I think you’re probably due for some pain meds. Why don’t you get settled and I’ll get everything ready? Sound good?”

  He caught her by the wrist and pulled her to him. “Everything sounds good with you, Lo.” And then he kissed her, a sweet, lingering kiss that felt like a sunrise—full of hope and promise and something new.

  14

  Theo shoved a hand through his hair and fought the urge to rip it out by the fistful. What was supposed to have been a simple preliminary mediation meeting had turned into a screaming match between his client and his soon to be ex-wife. The mediator had long given up trying to mediate anything, and frankly, Theo couldn’t blame him. These two were an absolute mess; it was hard to believe that they’d ever liked each other at one point, never mind loved each other enough to promise each other forever.

  “Well, I’m glad I refused to sign that prenup because otherwise I’d be walking away from this joke of a marriage with nothing!” yelled Tiffany Babcox, his client’s soon to be ex-wife.

  “You deserve nothing because you were a joke of a wife!”

  “Please, everyone, if we could just get back to...” The mediator tried, trailing off as Tiffany and Edward continued hurling insults at each other.

  He missed working from home. He missed Lauren’s quiet, comforting presence as he answered emails and read through hundreds of pages of discovery. He missed hearing her work out a chord progression on her guitar from the next room, the strings humming melodically under her talented fingers. He missed taking a break to cuddle and make out like teenagers whenever the mood struck.

  Granted what they’d done this morning had been very, very adult. After his alarm had gone off, he’d quietly padded into the bathroom and hopped into the shower, not wanting to wake her. She�
��d come home late from a gig the night before and wasn’t scheduled to work at the library until noon, so he’d intended to let her sleep. Lucky for him, Lauren had had other plans and had followed him into the shower. It was the first time they’d had sex—well, the kind with his body inside hers, anyway—since that first night and it had been so damn perfect that he couldn’t stop replaying it.

  She’d slipped in behind him, sliding her hands around his waist and up his chest, exploring the ridges of his muscles before working her way down to his eager dick and stroking him, slowly, almost teasing. But he hadn’t been in the mood for teasing, and so he’d spun her around, pinned her against the shower wall and taken the condom she held between her teeth. After sheathing himself, he’d started working her clit with his fingers, amazed at how hot and wet she already was. Unable to hold back, he’d hooked her leg around his waist and worked his way inside her, inch by inch, giving her time to stretch around him. He’d taken her slow and deep against the shower wall, her hands in his hair, mouths melded together.

  “I will never get enough of you inside me,” she’d whispered, then skated a hand down his chest and between them to stroke and rub her swollen clit. The sight of her fingers working over her pussy was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen in his entire life. Ever.

  “Mr. Prescott?” Theo blinked as the sound of his name pulled him out of his memory of Lauren in the shower and back into the conference room. “Don’t you agree?”

  He shuffled the folders that were spread out on the table in front of him and gave a non-committal shrug because he had no idea whatsoever what Doug Kowalski, opposing counsel for this case, had just asked him.

  “Oh, please,” said Tiffany, waving a manicured hand through the air. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks or what he thinks.” She gestured dismissively to her ex and Theo’s client, Edward Babcox. “The fact is, we were together for fifteen years. I raised your children, I kept your house, and now you’re leaving me for a younger woman. Pay up or shut up.”