Ballers: His Game (Ballers Series Book 1)(5)

“So you are free to date now,” he says with his brow raised.

I laugh and slide over to sit closer to him. He watches my every move with a smile on his face. I look up at him and smile.

“Let’s find you a girl so you can go celebrate Rookie,” I chuckle, “How about her?” I tipped my glass toward the bar to a brunette talking to a group of girls.

He follows the line of my glass and points with his chin. “The one in the pink dress?”

“Yup,” I let the p pop.

“Nice face but look at her ankles,” he murmurs.

I look down to see she has on shoes that look too tight and her ankles look swollen. My head falls against his shoulder as I laugh hard. I can feel his body shake and hear his rumbling laughter.

“She does have kankles. Oh my gosh. Those poor shoes,” I cry. I compose myself and start to scan the room again. “What about her the tall one in black,” I point my glass toward the edge of the dance floor to a lithe blonde.

“I plead the fifth,” he laughs.

“What? What is wrong with her?” I frown and look up at him.

“I like my women with meat on their bones. Not to mention I’m six five, I think she might be taller than me,” he teases. He is clearly exaggerating. She may be six feet tall.

I break into a fit of giggles and shake my head at him. I scan the room again trying to find a better match. He snakes his arm around my waist splaying his large hand against my belly and points across from us with his beer.

“I think it’s my turn,” he says against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

Maybe I am just sexually frustrated or something. I have to blink a few times when he starts to absentmindedly rub small circles against my flat belly with his thumb. I have all types of butterflies in my tummy. I take a deep breath and follow his gaze.

“The one with the platinum and black shirt,” he says.

Once the description is out of his mouth my head snaps back toward him. His face is mere inches from mine. I pull back a little. “Dimples, the description of that shirt alone cut, blocked and sealed him from ever making the list,” I laugh.

He chuckles and looks back at the bar. “Okay,” he tips his beer bottle like an arrow once again, “The tall one over there with the other two guys.”

I look at the tall light skin guy he is pointing to. He is nice looking but one close look and that will be a big no. I look up, start to laugh and shake my head. “Turn on your gaydar, honey. He is batting for the wrong team but if you think he is cute I’ll go talk to him for you.”

He shrugs looks around then gives me a little squeeze. “What about him?” he nods and I follow his gesture.

I shake my head and smile. “I actually know him and although he has asked me out a few times before he is not my type,” I say with a smile and a wink.

He has pointed out a friend of Stacey’s, Paul. He is a nice looking guy, tall, dark hair and green eyes. He works out a lot too. I’ve just never been interested.

“Meaning he’s white?” he asks with drawn eyebrows and tense eyes.

“I guess,” I say honestly.

“So this poor white boy never stood a chance,” he teases and gives me a sad face.

“Oh my gosh, Dimples,” I gasp. “You’re white?”

He laughs deep, sending the vibration through me. His eyes sparkle when he looks down at me. He bites his lip and shakes his head. “Nope, I think the lighting in here is off,” he says and starts to whistle and look around.

I laugh and elbow him in his side. He looks down at me and my lips and gives me that official panty melting smile. He is still making those darn circles with his thumb. I am ready to lose it. I pull away and slide over a few inches.

“Game over,” I murmur.

“Oh no,” he says. Sliding to follow me, he places his arm back around me. “We’re having so much fun.”

I sigh. “If it means I get to find you someone to go bother, fine.” I look out toward the dance floor again. “Look right there, she has a nice rack. Her butts not bad and she is average height, and since you don’t seem opposed to others she is perfect.”

I am pointing out a Hispanic looking girl who really is decent. He looks toward her and sweeps her with his eyes then holds his hand up in a so-so gesture and shrugs. He looks back to me.

“She’s okay, but look at her skirt. It’s so short she may moon us if she bends over, which means she is looking for someone to find their way up there and I would be far from the first and eons from the last.”

I burst into laughter and tears. Her skirt is really short, but hearing him say it the way he did with that drawl and his description, I can’t help the laughter. I wipe at the tears and place my hand on his shoulder.

“You have to help me out here,” I giggle. “What are you looking for?”

He looks down at my mouth and sets his beer down on the table. In the next minute his large hands are plucking me out of my seat and dropping me into his lap. He rubs his palm up and down my back, searching my face.

“You,” he breathes and I feel it straight to my very core.

I am so stunned that it takes a few seconds to realize he is slowly leaning into me. I blink back my surprise and scramble off his lap. This time I put more distance between us when I sit back down.