Lady Balls (Itty Bitty Delights Book 8), page 1
Lady Balls
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Also by Alex Grayson
About the Author
To all the ladies with massive Lady Balls!
Chapter 1
CAMILA
Taking out a chocolate straw from my purse, I pull the wrapper open then stick one end in my glass and the other in my mouth. The wrapper gets tossed on the bar beside the others. This is my fourth drink. I usually don’t drink so much, but after seeing the guy you’ve been dating for the last couple of months with his head between another woman’s legs, I do believe a stiff drink or four is called for.
After taking a long slurp of my drink, I bite off the end of my straw. I swear they put additives in these things because they truly are addictive.
Feeling the sudden urge to pee, I set my drink down and get up from my stool. It’s a mistake, because the second my ass lifts from the seat, I realize just how drunk I must be. I tip sideways, and if it wasn’t for a big pair of hands catching me by the waist, my face would be smashed into the dirty floor.
“Whoa there,” a deep rumbly voice sounds.
I blink several times, trying to bring my gaze back into focus, and look up at the most handsome face I’ve ever seen. It’s a familiar face I’ve known for years. One I may have fantasized about a time or two when I was in high school. Okay, fine. I have totally fantasized about this man way more than a time or two. It’s probably more like two or three hundred. And okay, I may have had a few naughty dreams about him way past my high school years. The man is hot as blazes, though, so it’s not my fault.
“Brady?” I ask, squinting my eyes and leaning toward him. “What are you doing here?”
I let out a little squeak when I’m suddenly lifted by my waist and set back down on my stool.
“Apparently saving you from face planting on the floor.”
I probably shouldn’t, given my wobbly state, but I grab my drink and take another sip.
“Thanks for that. But what I mean is, why are you here and not in Silver Falls?”
He eyes the drink in my hand before setting his gray gaze on me. Stupidly, my stomach does a little flip when he looks at me. I’ve always been mesmerized by his eyes.
“Maybe you should call it quits with the drinks,” he suggests.
I gulp the last swallow of my drink without saying anything.
He picks up his lowball glass and swirls the liquid. “I like to come here sometimes when I need to think. It’s far enough away from Silver Falls that I can drink in peace, but close enough that I can be back in town if I need to be.”
I nod. The bar we’re in is a couple counties over from Silver Falls.
“What are you doing here?” he asks.
I lift a shoulder. “Like you, I guess. I needed a drink and to be alone for a little while. It’s hard to get the alone part at Whiskey’s.”
He drains the rest of his drink and holds his hand up for another. The bartender brings it a moment later. Before he walks away, I make a request for another drink, although I should probably take Brady’s advice and stop.
When the bartender drops my drink off, I ignore the disappointed look Brady gives me and take a long swallow. I damn well deserve this drink, and I won’t let Brady Masters make me feel like shit for having it, no matter how hot he looks giving me the stink eye.
I twirl my finger around the area we’re sitting, then grab the edge of the bar when I tip sideways a little bit. “This is a judgment free zone, so either keep your trap shut or carry your unwanted opinion somewhere else.”
He scowls, but wisely doesn’t say anything on the matter. I turn and face the dance floor.
“Where’s the wife? I’m surprised she let you off your leash.”
The thing with alcohol—or at least it is with me—it makes you braver than you would normally be. If I were sober, I wouldn’t dare mention the way Addison Masters tries to control her husband. The woman is crazy when it comes to Brady. I’ve seen her lose her shit a time or two when she thought a woman was flirting with him. Of course, this was before he became judge of Silver Falls. Oh, she’s still looney over him, she’s just more sneaky about it now.
Brady is very much a manly man, so I’ve never understood why he puts up with her shit. And there’s no doubt he knows of the crap she’s done in regards to him. He can’t be that naïve or stupid.
“The last I checked, Addison isn’t my keeper. I do leave the house on occasion without her in tow.”
An unladylike snort leaves me. “Does she know that? Because from what I’ve seen, she’s never far behind when you’re out and about.”
“Are you keeping tabs on me?”
I look at him and see mild amusement on his face. “It’s not just me who notices, you have to know that. That wife of yours is certifiable, and the whole town knows it.”
He lifts a shoulder and picks up his drink. “She has her issues, just like we all do.”
Maybe the man is stupid.
“You’re just as delusional as her if you think her behavior matches everyone else’s. I’m pretty sure most people wouldn’t slice someone’s tires because they smiled and thanked a person for holding a door open for them.”
“It was never proven that it was her.”
I let my eye roll speak for itself.
“Are we done talking about my wife?”
“Sure.”
“Good. Now how about you tell me why you feel like you need to drink alone in this shitty bar?”
“Are you a shrink now?”
“No, just trying to help a friend out.”
“I hate to break it to you, but we aren’t friends. Your wife would go ballistic if we were.” I pat my hair. “I like my hair right where it is, thank you.”
“I thought we were done talking about Addison.”
I shrug. “Just stating a fact.”
He drains his glass and orders another. He waits until it’s been delivered to turn his head toward me.
“You going to answer my question?”
It takes my fuzzy brain a moment to remember what his question was. I snap my fingers when it comes back to me.
“That’s right. You wanted to know why I’m here.” I break open another straw and don’t bother putting it in my drink. I just take a bite off the end. “I walked in on the guy I was dating eating out another woman.”
Brady nearly spits out the swallow he just took. “Jesus,” he mutters, picking up a napkin to wipe his mouth. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“What did you do?”
I break off a piece of chocolate and throw it in my mouth. “I left with them none the wiser. Went home and tossed out the few things he had at my house. Then left him a very nasty text message.”
“What an asshole. It was Robert Greer, wasn’t it?”
I don’t let my surprise show that he knows who the guy is I was dating. “Yes.”
“You’re better off without him. The guy’s always been a prick. Even back in high school.”
I nod my agreement. “I was an idiot to give him the time of day. He was a few grades above me, but I remember the rumors of him being a player. Guess I thought he grew up. Apparently, I was wrong.”
For the next several moments, neither of us says anything. I nurse my drink, because as much as I want to get plastered enough to forget what happened today, I still need to be able to function. I’m not that upset over what Robert did because we weren’t serious, and I don’t think we were even heading in that direction. But no matter how casual a relationship is, no one wants to be cheated on.
My bladder reminds me that I never went to the bathroom. Tipping my glass to my lips, I drain the rest.
“Ladies room,” I mutter and get up from my stool. Just like before, I embarrass myself by stumbling and Brady is forced to catch me again.
I close my eyes for a moment when my vision blurs. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have had that last drink.
“How about I walk you to the restroom?”
I open my eyes and try to focus them on Brady. Men with Br ady’s looks should not be allowed to walk around freely. It could be dangerous for unsuspecting females because it could cause them to do stupid stuff. Maybe that’s why Addison is so crazy when it comes to him.
“Sure.” I hiccup, which causes me to giggle.
His deep chuckle makes my stomach flutter.
With his arm wrapped around my waist, he leads me away from the bar and down a hallway. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good to have the side of my body plastered against his. He’s tall, warm, and feels oh so hard.
We stop by a door with a picture of the outline of a woman. “I’ll be here when you get done.”
I grin. “Okay.” I lean against the door and my eyes widen in shock when it begins moving. For the third time tonight, Brady catches me. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” I hold my hand up and push it against his chest. “Be right back.”
I watch my feet as I go to one of the stalls. I accidentally push the door open too hard and it slams against the wall. Movement off to my left has my head turning to find a woman at the sink. Her head is turned my way as she dries her hands with a paper towel.
“Oops,” I say with a laugh.
After I’ve finished my business in the stall, I leave it and go to the sink. As I wash my hands, I look at myself in the mirror. I’ve got two reflections, which for some reason, makes me laugh. I’m definitely drunk, and the good thing is, I don’t even care that Asshole Robert cheated on me. He can have all the girls he wants, so long as he stays the hell away from me.
I almost forget that Brady is waiting on me when I come out of the bathroom door. He’s leaning against the opposite wall, my purse dangling from his hand. I didn’t even realize I forgot it at the bar until now.
“You good?” he asks, moving away from the wall and stepping so close I smell his cologne.
“Yup,” I chirp. “I’m great.” I lean close and breathe in deep. “You smell really good.”
His brow arches. “Thanks?” He poses his reply like a question. “I think it’s time we get you home.”
I shake my head. “Nope. Not going home tonight.”
“And where are you going?”
“To the motel I booked for the night.”
“You booked a motel?”
My head feels heavy when I jerk it up and down. “Uh huh. I didn’t want to worry about getting home after I was drunk, so….” I grin.
With a shake of his head, he puts an arm around my waist and moves us forward. “Then it’s time I take you to your room. I think you’ve had enough alcohol for the night.”
I pout, even though he can’t see it. “Fine, party pooper.”
When we walk outside, the cool night air clears my head a little. I look around, spotting my car. I’m confused for a moment when I’m led away from it, but then I remember Brady is with me and he’s driving me to my motel because I’m too drunk to drive myself. He’s such a gentleman.
We stop on the passenger side of a black Lexus. As he unlocks the door and pulls it open, I use the excuse of being unsteady on my feet to lean against him, but it’s secretly because I just want to.
“In you go,” he says, grabbing my waist and turning my ass toward the seat.
Once I’m sitting, he reaches over me to snap my seatbelt. I’m not ashamed to admit, I may have leaned toward his head and taken a whiff of his hair. It smells just as good as the rest of him.
Closing the door, I watch him walk around the front to his side. I rub my legs back and forth when a sudden ache forms between them.
Get your shit together, Camila. This man is married. He’s the last guy you should be lusting over. Especially when he has a wife like Addison.
I mentally pout because I hate that my voice of reason is correct. The little devil on my shoulder says it doesn’t matter, but I shove her off. I will not be that woman.
As he slides behind the wheel, I cross my arms over my chest to hide my perky nipples.
“Where to?”
“The Baymont,” I tell him.
The ten minute ride is made in silence, something I’m both grateful for and hate. Hearing his deep voice doesn’t help my plight, but it also leaves my mind open to wonder what it would feel like if he were to touch me in places he shouldn’t. Or what his body looks like under his clothes. If he would taste as good as he smells; all things I do not need to be wondering.
After he pulls into the motel parking lot, he asks what room I’m in. I point to the one on the end. With it being a weekday, there are only a few cars in the lot, and most are parked at the other end of the motel.
I roll my head on the headrest and look at him. “Thanks for the ride, and for keeping me on my feet.”
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah. Robert can shove it up his ass.”
I unbuckle my belt and grab the door handle. I get out of the car slowly because I’m not sure how steady I’ll be. Brady’s already saved me more times than he should have tonight. I can damn well make it to my door without falling on my ass.
The thought barely passes through my mind when the heel on my shoe decides to make a liar out of me by breaking off.
“Shit,” I grumble as I catch myself on the door.
I look over when I hear Brady get out on his side and walk over to me.
“I swear I’m not doing this on purpose,” I feel the need to say.
“Sure, you’re not,” he says with an amused twist of his lips.
My eyes roll heavenward as I grab onto his arm. He takes small steps so my wobbly ass can keep up with him. Once I’m in front of my door, I dig around in my small purse and produce the electronic key card. Brady takes it from me and holds it over the little box above the handle. A green light flashes then he’s pushing open the door.
Expecting him to let me go into my room alone, I’m surprised when he follows me inside and closes the door behind him. He tosses the card on the small, round table and looks around the room.
I throw my useless shoe across the room and do the same to the other. I face the mirror, dropping my purse on the top, and begin working on the many pins holding up my hair.
“Thanks again for tonight. I’m sure you can’t wait to get away from me.”
His chuckle is gravelly. “You weren’t that bad. And besides, you had a damn good excuse.”
I come across a pin that’s holding on for dear life. I struggle and try to untangle my hair from it when Brady’s reflection suddenly appears behind me. He brushes my hands aside and tackles the stupid thing himself. The back of his hand lightly grazes my neck and the touch has goosebumps appearing on my arms. I close my eyes, trying to escape the feelings running rampant through me.
If you couldn’t tell from my earlier statement about having multiple fantasies about Brady when I was younger, I had a major crush on him. A senior while I was a freshman, I knew I never had a chance. Hell, he probably didn’t even know who I was. I take that back. In a town as small as Silver Falls, everyone knew who everyone was. Brady probably just didn’t care about some peon little freshman. I cared though. I cared a heck of a lot. I cared enough that when he married Addison in college, I felt like my heart was split down the middle. Which was stupid because there was never a chance of us being together. I was too young for him, and I felt he was out of my league.
I mentally shake my head from my thoughts and realize Brady hasn’t moved away from me, even though the hairpin he was working on is out. He’s moved onto the other pins. My hair slowly falls free, tickling the back of my neck and arms.
I open my eyes and they immediately get caught by Brady’s in the mirror. One thing I’ve always liked about the man is how tall he is. His chin comes to the top of my head.
My mouth goes dry at the look he’s giving me, and I dart my tongue out to lick my lips. His eyes drop to the movement and the muscle in his jaw bunches. I wonder what he’s thinking. Is it anywhere near my own lustful thoughts?
He’s still standing way too close to be considered appropriate. I should turn around and ask him to leave. It feels like we’re playing too close to the edge of something. One slight movement and we’ll both topple over, and what’s at the bottom is something that will leave us both damaged.
