Ballers: His Game (Ballers Series Book 1)(25)

“You can’t be serious,” he groans pushing forward again.

“I’m very serious Brad. I’m not on birth control. I’m allergic to it. That’s how I got pregnant with Bri,” I explain.

“Really?” He smirks down at me and nudges my soaked entrance a little more. “I want a son, Tamara.”

“Are you crazy? I’ve in all seriousness known you for two weeks and a night. Not to mention I have no clue what you have been doing in the last five years. Thank God Bri was all you gave me the first time. No glove, no love Brad. I mean it.”

He growls and gives me a chaste kiss on the mouth before rolling off me and standing. He walks over to the pile of our clothes and fishes around for his jeans retrieving a condom from his wallet. Even his ass is hot, someone help me.

He turns to watch me, grinning as he rolls the condom on while making his way back onto the bed. He looks so sexy with his blonde hair disheveled and spilling over his shoulders. He scoops me into his arms, kissing me long and deep. He sinks into me nice and slow.

“Tamara, I’m going to make you fall in love with me and then I’m putting my son in your belly,” he growls.

“Mmm, Brad shut up. I missed you,” I moan.

“I missed you too, Baby.”

Oh how have I gone this long without this? He even feels larger than the last time. I pull my knees back to my chest needing to feel as much of him as I can. Bradley doesn’t disappoint as usual. He starts to drive into me deeper groaning as his eyes roll back into his head.

“Oh my God, baby,” he growls loudly. “You feel so good.”

“You do too,” I whimper. “Babe, you’re so hard you feel so good.”

“I’m so hard for you. I’ve dreamt a million times of being back inside you.”

“Ah,” I moan.

I almost purr when his hair spills forward between us. It is tickling my breasts and creating an unexpected sensation as our bodies become slick with our sweat. I slide my fingers down his back and squeeze his tight backside.

Brad takes the queue and starts to really pound into me. His full lips fuse to mine and I know I’m going to explode. He knows it too as he lifts my hips off the bed and plows into me.

“Brad,” I whisper scream because it is so good my voice leaves me.

“Tamara,” he bellows back before collapsing against me. He catches his breath then looks me in the eyes. “I’m going to need more condoms.”

I just laugh and shake my head at him.

B

I stare up at the ceiling thinking about how this turned into the perfect day. I spent the morning with my mom and dad. I couldn’t stop talking about Ellie. They are so excited to meet her. I know Tamara wants to take things slow. My mom says she’s right and I’m trying, I really am, but I want my family so bad. That’s what Tamara and Ellie are, they’re my family.

When my baby girl looked at me and told me she loved me my heart almost burst open. I love that little girl so much. She’s so beautiful and smart just like her mama. I wasn’t joking when I told Tam I want a son. I want to watch her grow with my baby inside her this time. I want to be there for all the stuff I missed with Ellie.

My mama told me to give Tamara time, to keep my hands off her until she is ready. I had planned on waiting at least two months before trying to have sex with her. But when I walked into that place for that birthday party and saw her wiggling in those skin tight jeans, I lost my mind. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and run out to my truck with her.

It took everything I had in me to wait until tonight. When she started to reject me tonight my old insecurities tried to creep in. I thought she was saying no because of the race thing, but when I looked into her eyes I saw it. I saw how badly she wanted me too. I hadn’t misread the looks she’s been giving me.

I want her to get to know me and me to get to know her. I want her to know I’m not leaving again. I know we can make this work. She’s the one. I look over at her and smile.

Tamara is so beautiful when she sleeps. I try to let her sleep. I really do, but for five years I have been waiting for this. I watch my fingers glide up her arm and over that shoulder I know so well. I’m hard as a rock and looking at her and touching her isn’t helping. My baby sleeps like the dead. I’ve made so much noise hoping she’d wake up and I wouldn’t have to feel bad about waking her. Forget that.

Smack.

“Ouch,” Tamara yelps and shifts in the bed rubbing her ass where I just smacked it. I chuckle and brush her hand out of the way to rub it for her. “Brad, what’s wrong with you,” she grumbles.

“Baby, I went to the store for those condoms an hour and a half ago,” I complain.

“Boy, if you don’t take your country ass to sleep,” she hisses then starts giggling when I nip her ear and tickle her ribs.

“My country what,” I chuckle and nip her shoulder.

She gasps when I slide my hand between her legs. “Brad,” she moans.

“I’ve wanted to hear you say my name for five years, Tamara,” I groan. “Your body is tighter than I remember. How many have been in here after me?”

“No one,” she cries out throwing her head back against my shoulder.

I grin with satisfaction. “No one, Darlin’.”

“No, no one,” she sucks in a breath. “M-my…oh Brad, my vibrator…oh…but it never feels like this, like you so …ah…I…I stopped try…ing. Brad, Brad, Brad.”