Ballers: His Game (Ballers Series Book 1)(26)

I nudge my way in from behind after quickly suiting up. She is killing me with those moans and calling my name. Knowing she hasn’t been with anyone else drives me mental. I need to claim her. I’m so in love with her.

“You’re mine, Tamara,” I growl as I give her all of me. “I want you to be mine. You’re all I want, you. I want my family Tamara. Mine.”

I don’t mean to go all cave man and lose my head but with this woman this is who I am. I need to have her, need to protect her, need to make her happy. I break when she whimpers and throws her arms back, locking them around my neck. My eyes lock on her breasts bouncing as I drill into her. I can’t hold anything back anymore. I make love to her like my life depends on it.





Chapter 11


I feel soft kisses raining across my forearm and stir. I yawn, blinking a couple of times to realize I’m lying on a big hard body. My face is in his chest and my arm must have been shoved in his face from the angle it is at.

I lift my head and peek up at him. He smiles grabbing my sides and sliding me up his body to kiss my nose then nuzzling my neck. Someone tell this man I am thirty, not eighteen.

“Bradley, seriously,” I giggle when he cups my butt and grinds me into his erection.

“You said Ellie won’t come looking for you until noon. We have a half hour,” he murmurs into my neck.

“Babe, give me some time to recuperate. You wore it out last night,” I whine. “And let me brush my teeth.”

Bradley’s chest rumbles with laughter as I push up and roll out of bed, heading for the bathroom. I use the bathroom and wash my hands then slap some water on my face. I look myself over as I brush my teeth. I am glowing. I am so happy. I am happy until I notice the biggest bite mark ever on my neck.

I spit the toothpaste out and rinse my mouth. “I’m gonna kill him,” I growl.

I run in the room and jump on him straddling his sides and wrap my fingers around his thick neck. He is startled at first but starts laughing at my feeble attempt. I growl in frustration and he flips me onto my back hovering his huge frame over me.

“What,” he chuckles and nips my lower lip.

“What, are you fifteen? Why in the hell do you have to leave hickeys all over me,” I snap. “How the hell do you even manage to get them everywhere without me noticing, I look like I have eggplant patches all over me?”

“I think my marks are sexy on you. They say you belong to me,” he retorts smugly.

“They’re humiliating, Brad. Last time I didn’t even know I had them and my mother was the one that pointed them out,” I whine.

“Oh Darlin’, I’m sorry,” he snickers. I slip my hand free and slap him upside the head. “No Tam, I’m sorry, Darlin’. Let me take you and my little girl shopping today. I’ll get you something really pretty so you can cover it up.”

“I don’t know. I think you should go home and be alone to think about what you’ve done,” I pout.

“I’ve been alone long enough Sweetheart. Now, you going to let me spoil my girls today or are we going to stay in bed all day so I can show you how lonely I’ve been.”

“Brad,” I moan as he snakes his hand between my legs.

“I love that sound.”

“Babe, we can’t. Ellie won’t come bother me until noon but she is still up. She’ll hear us,” I whimper as his tongue flicks over the sensitive skin on my neck.

He sighs and rolls off of me with a heavy thump on the bed. He untangles the sheets and pulls me back on his chest before covering us both. I kiss his chest then take the time to really look at that tat that has me so curious. I gasp and sit up holding the sheet to my chest.

“Brad, that’s me,” I point to his chest. I look up at the smile on his face then bend over his chest to look again. It is so realistic; it looks like a black and white photo has been screen-printed to his chest. You can see the detailing of Brad’s head raised as he looks down at me lying on his chest. You can make out the side of my face and my shoulder and the sheet fans out just below my shoulder blades.

“Babe,” I question with my brows drawn.

“I told you I had a picture of you. I’ve never stopped thinking about you, Tam.” He brushes his fingers across my cheek. “I wanted you as close to my heart as I could get you. I needed to fill the hole losing you left.”

“Bradley,” I say in almost a whisper. “You meant what you said yesterday didn’t you?”

“What, that I want a son? As soon as you’re ready, yup,” he says wiggling his brows at me.

“No silly, you told Ellie you love her and her mommy very, very much,” I say coyly.

Brad sits up and cups my face. “I fell in love with you the very first time I laid eyes on you. I’ve been in love with you ever since. Yes Tamara, I love you.”

I take his hand in mine and squeeze it. I give him the most serious look I can muster. “Bradley, my big country giant, I’m going to make you work a whole lot harder than that to get those words out of my mouth.” I burst out laughing when he groans.

“At least I know what I’m dealing with, because I really want that son,” he chuckles.

“You have a one track mind, geese.”

He throws his head back and laughs. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders he pulls me back down with him. He kisses the top of my head.