Ballers: His Game (Ballers Series Book 1)(24)

“I’m sorry about the kid. He can be a real little shit sometimes,” Perry says like a goofball.

“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed,” Miranda groans. “Bradley, Tam, I apologize for my entire family. Thomas will be dealt with and again I am so sorry.”

“Y’all have a goodnight. Let’s go Darlin’,” Brad says and tugs me toward the door.

“Can I ride with Daddy, Mommy, please,” Bri whines.

“Sweetie, your seat is in my car, he’ll be right behind us,” I tell her.

“Please,” Bri whines.

“How about this Sugar, I’ll strap you in your seat and you’ll ride with your mama. I’ll follow you in my car and when we get to your house I’ll give you a ride on my back all the way in the house,” Brad says with a big smile.

“Okay,” Brielle beams. She throws her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Ellie. So much,” Brad chokes.

We reach my car. Unlocking it and opening the back door, Brad places Brielle in her seat and straps her in, as I make my way around and into the driver’s seat. He whispers something in Brielle’s ear and she squeals with laughter. When he tickles her I watch her face glow and my heart aches. She fell in love with Brad from the moment she met him. It was like she knew who he was all along.

“Daddy, can we have pizza when we get home,” Brielle chirps.

Brad throws his head back and laughs. “You be a good girl for your mama on the way home and we’ll see if we can work some magic on her,” he says and winks at her.

“I’ll be good, promise,” she coos.

“I have no doubts, Sugar,” he says with a broad grin and ducks to kiss her on the head.

He closes her door then walks around my truck and taps my window. I press the button and the window slides down. Without warning he cups the back of my neck and ducks his head in the car crushing my lips with his. It isn’t an open mouth kiss. It is a promise of more to come.

“Drive safe,” he murmurs against my lips. He backs away from the truck. I start it and back out of the space. I look in my rearview as I exit the parking lot to see him watching our safe departure before walking to jump in his truck to follow.





Chapter 10


Watching Brielle with her father tonight tore at my heart. She missed out on so much because of me. My poor choices hurt her and Brad. She needs her father more than anything. That’s why I know what I have to do. I can’t be with him and mess things up. Brielle needs her father in her life more than I need a man in my bed.

They looked so happy together. She fought sleep as long as she could, trying to stay up to play with him. It’s like she thought he would disappear if she went to sleep. That’s what made my decision, the thought that she fears he will disappear.

Brad just took her upstairs to put her in bed and I plan to talk to him tonight. We haven’t kissed or anything since we got back to the house, though his hands would find my waist on occasion. It would just be better this way.

Just as I convince myself I am doing the right thing I bend over to pick up Brielle’s things from the couch. Brad’s hands cradle my waist and he steps up behind me. I straighten and he pulls me flush against him nudging my hair aside with his face and planting wet kisses to my neck.

“Brad,” I moan. “We ne –,” I start but he cuts me off. Pulling my face to his and capturing my lips.

I forget what I am trying to say and turn to face him. He deepens the kiss slipping his tongue in my mouth. He groans and tips my head back.

Brielle, she’s more important. I pull away and put distance between us. Brad’s brows draw together. He runs his hands through his hair.

He looks so good. His shirt is un-tucked from his jeans and his feet are bare. His hair is even loose again. He looks like he made himself right at home. I touch my tingling lips trying to focus and figure out how to do this. He pinches the bridge of his nose then lets his eyes roam over me. His eyes narrow on my face and in that moment he decides something.

Like lightening he shoots at me closing the distance and crushing my mouth with his once again. Brad’s hands lock in my hair holding me in place. I push up on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck moaning into his mouth. His hand slides out my hair, down my body, and cups my butt.

“Tamara,” He groans and squeezes. Next thing I know he is lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

Never breaking the kiss he starts for the stairs. I am lost in his cologne, in his taste. His kisses are hungry and almost desperate. He takes us upstairs to my bedroom pushing the door closed behind us with his back. When the door clicks closed some of my sense clicks back in place with it.

“Brad,” I pant. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Tam, baby just let me love on you. I know you want this as much as I do. Let me please you baby,” Brad groans.

“Brad,” I try again but he nips at my bottom lip before dropping me onto the bed and coming down to hover over me.

I give up when his mouth wraps around my breast through my shirt. I cry out and Brad groans. Soon clothes are flying everywhere. Brad cups my face and drinks from my lips with soft kisses. When I feel him start to push into me I freak out and push at his chest.

“Brad, condom,” I pant.