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AN: This is my first Fanfiction, so please be gentle with me. Many thanks to the fine fine Betas with Project Team Beta, because without them, I would not know where to put a comma (and I still don't). And in no way shape or form to I condone adultery.

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EPOV

That night I went back to the house feeling angry and regretful. I spent yet another day staring at Bella. As I watched her smile and hug James, I only wished that it were with me instead. I hate James for even being in her life, and I hate myself for being an asshole to her. I regret my attitude and actions towards her, now wishing I could mend the bridge I'd inevitably burned before ever realizing I would want to cross it.

The next day, I join Emmett and Jasper for golf again. Even with Bella not in the house to tease me again, my brain is still in a Bella-fog – thoughts of her smile and laugh, her body and her wit, clouding my mind.

"Hey man, you ready to go?" Jasper asks, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, sure. Let's golf," I state, climbing out of his Yukon and heading to the back to grab my bag. We meet Emmett inside again, who is standing at the tennis pro desk talking with James.

Hanging back to avoid having to talking to James, I head to the back and down towards the carts, while Jasper goes over to collect Emmett. A few minutes later, they head out and Jasper joins me in my cart. As we pull off, I see James and Laurent coming out the back door.

We play a quiet round of golf, keeping the conversation strictly about game. I haven't played much during the past five years, so I'm able to throw my whole head into the game and stop thinking about Bella for a few short hours.

We finish our game, only stopping for the bathroom, hot dogs and beer. We head back to the pool and I hop in and swim a few laps. Once I get back to my lounge chair, I collapse face-down, and fall fast asleep. I didn't realize that all the physically activity that I did today would make me this tired. My mind immediately goes to a new fantasy of Bella.

Standing almost at the bottom of the stairs at our house, I see Bella. She swaggers over to me. With the height difference between us, her head is almost at my waistline. She looks up at me and her eyes are black with lust. She licks her lips and extends her hands to unbutton my pants. She opens them and reaches in to stroke me. I moan in response.

"God, Bella, you're killing me," I mumble. She then pulls my cock out and attacks with her mouth, engulfing me completely. I grab the back of her head and tangle my fingers in her soft hair, helping guide her to the right pace. "Hmm, Bella. Don't stop," I moan. She continues to suck. I feel a warming on my back, like someone rubbing soothing circles.

I crack an eye and see Bella almost face to face with me, gently trying to wake me up.

"Bella," I breathe. Didn't you just have my cock in your mouth?

"Time to go home, Edward," she says quietly. God, I want to take you home with me.

Opening my eyes wider, I see that Bella is squatting in front of me, waking me from yet another dream about her. I want to pull her on the chair and hold her close.

Okay, now to get rid of the Bella hard-on. Grandma, Mom and Dad in bed, dead bunnies, naked Grandma. Okay, that helped.

As I start to sit up and gather my things, I grab my t-shirt, remembering the other morning and the 'incident' with Bella and my t-shirt. I start to laugh to myself.

"What's so funny?" she asks.

"Nothing really, just thinking about the other morning." I continue to laugh.

"Yeah, sorry about that," she mumbles.

She looks at me like she wants to say more, but doesn't. I try to think of something else to say, but I'm not sure exactly what to say either. We drive back to the house together in total silence and have a nice dinner with Alice and Jasper. I keep my thoughts to myself, but prompt Bella on questions for general conversation, which allows me to learn more about her.

She's an artist, which would explain the paint I always see on her hands. She's also an avid swimmer, which would explain the fuckhot body that she has. On top of all of that, she's a graduate student getting her masters in art. She concentrates on painting as her medium, and she is intoxicating.

Sitting through dinner, I mechanically eat, absorbing everything that she is saying, listening intently and focusing on her face, memorizing every detail about her. She fidgets and bites her bottom lip. All I want to do is take that lip from her teeth and suck it till she is moaning with want.

By the end of the evening, I know three things:

One, Bella is intoxicating. She doesn't even know how beautiful she is.

Two, Bella is so worth getting to know. I haven't taken the time before now to learn about her. I haven't done well with letting people into my life during the past couple of years. I guess I need to change that.

Three, she will be mine, not James'.

The next day, I awake refreshed, my mind having resolved to know Bella better and be friends. We started out well last night, so progressing from here should be easy. Yeah, keep telling your hard-on that.

I go for a quick run in the morning and join Alice at the pool mid-morning. I am actually reading my book when I notice a russet skinned man approach Bella at the front desk. I immediately tense, readying myself to launch out of the chair to aid in her rescue. Mine!

She smiles at him, so I assume that they must be friends.

"Don't worry, dear brother, that's just Quil," Alice informs me.

I glare back at the two of them. Bella steps into the guardroom and grabs her stuff and comes back out. As they speak for a second before she tilts her head in our direction. He turns to look at me, and he fucking smirks at me. And they call me the asshole.

She glances my way, then turns to launch on his back and giggles all the way out of the pool complex getting a piggyback ride.

"Alice, who's Quil?"

"Quil is an old family friend of Bella's. You have nothing to worry about."

"Why would I have the need to worry?" I ask.

"Don't lie, Edward," she whispers.

"So, what do I do about it?" I whisper back.

"Hmm," Alice says sigh. "I'm not sure that I want to get involved. I finally have you back, and I don't want to meddle," she replies curtly.

"Alice, I'm sorry. I know that I've been an asshole, but I really want to make that up to you and Bella. I like her and just want to get to know her better."

"You mean you want your dick to get to know her better." She raises an eyebrow at me. "Dick, meet magnet." She points to me, specifically my cock, and then towards where Bella was just sitting.

"Okay. I get your point. But that doesn't mean that we can't be friends."

"Well, since you just want to be friends, I guess I can arrange for us to play some tennis soon." She smirks. "Are you up for some doubles? Bella and me against you and Jasper?"

"Sure. I haven't played in a while, but it shouldn't be too hard to pick a racket back up. Does Bella play?" I ask.

"Oh, Bella plays," she says with a grin.

We eat lunch and settle in for the afternoon at the pool.

Before lunch the next day, Alice approaches Bella and asks her about tennis. They talk briefly, then Alice comes back to join me poolside. She sits on the edge of her chair and leans closely, whispering, "She said yes."

We both look back at Bella; I smile gently at her and give a small wave in thanks.

The next day I wake up eagerly like it's my first day of school. Yep, I was one of those kids.

I just need to relax by not taking a morning run-just coffee and the morning paper. Alice heads out early to meet Bella at the courts, leaving me to ride with Jasper.

"Have you ever played with Bella before?" I ask as we are riding to join the girls.

"A few times."

"Is she any good?"

"You could say that." Hmm, cryptic. I don't like that

BPOV

I am on my way to the tennis courts, nervous and anxious. How the hell is this going to work?

I'm lost in my thoughts over how to deal with Edward as I pull into the parking lot. I like him, and he is making an effort to be nicer to me. I suppose that we could be friends. I'm just not sure I only want to be friends.

I grab my bag and head over to the pro shop to pick up some new balls. Upon entering, the smell overwhelms me with memories of my mom. I take a deep breath and see Felix standing at the desk talking with Alec, the tennis pro. I approach and they both turn to greet me.

"Bella, haven't seen you in a while. How are things?" Alec asks.

"Just fine." I turn to look at Felix. "What brings you in today, Felix?"

"Just picking up my restrung rackets and some supplies."

"Must be nice to have your own court," Alec says mocking Felix.

"I guess there are some advantages to being a retired pro." Felix smirks back in my direction. I melt a little on the inside.

He pays Alec, grabs his purchases and nods to me to follow him out. I motion that I will be a minute. I grab a few cans and pay Alec. "Alice joining you today?"

"Yes. Along with Jasper and Alice's brother, Edward," I respond.

"You guys have fun."

I thank Alec, wave and exit to find Felix standing on the porch of the building, leaning on the railing.

Moving to stand beside him, he leans over and whispers "So, tennis with Edward huh?"

"Yep. Any pointers?"

"I think I've taught you enough," he says, smirking.

"That you have." I state as I see Alice's Porsche pull up and park; two seconds later, Jasper and Edward do the same.

"That's my cue. See you later Bella." Felix winks as he walks away, climbs in his car and drives off.

Alice hops out and bounces over to where I'm standing. "So, what did 'Mr. I have my own court at my house' have to say?"

"Nothing, he was just here picking up some stuff," I reply.

She raises an eyebrow at me and I roll my eyes at her. "Just remember to be nice to Edward, please." We head off to our reserved court to warm up.

EPOV

Every time I turn around, Bella is around some guy. And all I want to do is grab her, throw her over my shoulder and take her away. Fucking caveman.

We head over to the courts, put our stuff down, and pull out our rackets. Bella removes her jacket, grabs her racket and some balls and walks out onto the court. Her hips are swaying, and her body is a tight package, wrapped in an amazing little tennis dress that is short enough that I can see the curve of her ass. I don't know why I am mesmerized by the sight of her in the dress; I see her almost everyday in a bathing suit. But this dress, God, I just want to drop to my knees and worship her.

Grandma naked, Grandma naked, Grandma naked.

I grab my racket and Jasper and I head to one side and Bella and Alice take the other. We start hitting the ball back and forth to warm up and take a couple of serves for practice.

"Ready?" Alice chirps.

"Sure, ladies first," Jasper and I reply together.

Bella serves first. Before I know it, the ball is whizzing past me. What the fuck. How fast is she serving?

She looks over and smirks. "One-Love."

She serves again, this time I am prepared and at least get it back over the net. She's an amazing player, agile, graceful, and powerful.

We all are concentrating on playing and the only sounds we hear are the balls hitting the rackets and the ground, and the grunts and noises emitting from each of us. I am concentrating harder not trying to pay attention to the sounds that Bella is making. I wonder if those are the same sounds that she makes in bed. Hmm, Bella in my bed.

We take a break and sit on the side benches, all panting and drinking water.

"Care to make this interesting, boys?" Alice asks.

"What did you have in mind, dear sister?" I reply.

She smirks then replies, "A day of pampering. Massages, foot rubs, waited on hand and foot."

"No problem," Jasper says smiling.

"That's not all. The losers will have to dress in whatever the winners prefers. Except, clothing mandatory, though. We wouldn't want you embarrassed now, Edward." Alice turns and grins widely at Bella. Bella's eyes look like they are going to pop out of her head.

"Fucking deal!" Jasper answers enthusiastically. "I guess you will be wearing that French maid's outfit sooner than you thought Alice." Jasper wiggles his eyebrows and Alice rolls her eyes.

I look over at Bella and smile. She is still in shock. Her face softens and she returns my smile.

We resume playing tennis. But there is something different about the girls this time. Bella's hitting is more powerful, and she is acing all of her serves. When Alice serves, Bella is up at the net, bending over to either tie her shoe or straighten her sock. And each time, I gawk at her legs and ass. At one point, Alice serves and hits me square in the head, sending me crashing to the ground. For a few minutes, all I see are stars. They all rush over to make sure that I am okay.

To my surprise, Bella is kneeling on the ground beside my head, running her hand over my forehead where the ball hit.

"Hey, are you okay?" she purrs.

"Um, yeah," I mumble.

She stands back up and Jasper extends his hand to help me up. Smiling gently at Bella, I cause her to blush. Her blush is the most beautiful thing, a hint of pink covering her sun kissed skin.

We take our positions again and resume playing. The girls end up beating us. Jasper and I groan as we leave the court. Auuugghh! GIRLS beat us!

"So, when shall this day of pampering take place?" Jasper grins.

"Next week," Alice states turning to Bella to get confirmation. "What day are you off next week?"

"Um, Wednesday," she quietly replies.

"Great. Wednesday it is then. We will talk specifics over lunch. Come on ladies," Jasper agrees, as he grabs Alice's bag and extends his arm to escort her.

Bella and I are left standing at the benches. She is staring at me and I begin to blush. She turns and gathers her things, and starts to head off to the parking lot. I quickly grab my bag and run to catch up with her.

"Great game. Where did you learn to play?" I inquire.

"I've been playing all my life. My mother taught me."

"Well, you're very good. I had fun playing today."

"I did too," she murmurs back.

We all get in our cars and head over to the clubhouse for lunch. Bella is quiet; she seems reflective, lost in her thoughts.

We are finishing lunch when Alice asks the question that has been on my mind. "So, Bella, whatcha doing this afternoon?"

"Sue is coming over." She glances at her watch. "Speaking of which, I gotta go." She stands up and says goodbye and is out the door before any of us can stop her.

"What was that about?" I ask.

"Bella is just nervous about showing her new pieces to her advisor," Alice explains.

My thoughts of asking Bella to just hang out this afternoon were suddenly replaced a desire to see her work. I can only imagine what goes on in her head and how that translates to canvas.

BPOV

Pulling up to my house, I hop out to run in and take a quick shower before Sue arrives. As I am showering, I think about what a fun time we all had playing tennis. My thoughts linger on Edward, his strong muscles contracting when he hits the ball, his long lean body as he threw the ball above his head to serve, just a sliver of his sculpted stomach peeking out from underneath the hem of his shirt. I close my eyes and begin to fantasize.

It is just the two of us, playing on the closed off-court. He serves the ball, drops his racket and runs to hop over the net, rushing to me. I start walking backwards till my back is against the wall. He reaches me and stops mere inches from my body. I am breathing in heavily, wanting him to touch me. He reaches out and strokes my face before lacing his fingers in my hair to pull me in for a kiss. I can taste the salt on his lips. Hmm, the sweet and salty mix is wonderful. I place my hands on his chest and walk my fingers to the bottom of his shirt. He breaks the kiss long enough to let me remove his shirt. He continues to kiss as I continue to let my fingers roam along his chiseled torso. I move my hands to his shorts and run my fingers along the edge, lingering on his goody trail. He moans and moves his hands from my hair down my body to the bottom of my fitted tennis dress. He pulls it ever so slowly up my body, torturing me by peppering kisses on each new sliver of exposed skin. When my dress reaches my head, he stops, encasing my arms next to my head in my dress. I can feel him dropping to his knees, continuing to nip and kiss my stomach, stopping only to rub my wet covered core. He slips his fingers in the sides of the panties and slowly pulls them down. He nips and licks my skin getting closer to where I need him. He licks my core and I groan from the exquisite feeling. He continues licking and places several fingers in my core pumping me slowly. I struggle to remove my dress, but from the way that he pulled the dress up, my upper body is stuck with my arms trapped around my head. Somehow, I know that this should bother me, but I am completely turned on by being constrained by my dress. He wants to prevent me from participating. He only wants to please me and continues to pleasure me. "Edward," I cry out as he pushes me over the edge into ecstasy.

I open my eyes and remove my fingers. God, I need to get laid.

I finish my shower, towel off and get dressed to wait for Sue. A little while later, Sue and I are in my studio reviewing my latest work.

"Very impressive, Bella, lots of emotions. What has gotten into you lately that put you in the place for this work?" Sue asks.

"I'm not sure. I think I have reached a different point in my life, taking more control, so it must be coming through in my work," I reply.

"Well, whatever it is, keep it up. I want to see what you have this time next month, and then we can take some pictures to submit with your application," she says smiling. "I know that you don't think you have a chance for this fellowship, but I want you to try and remain positive. This could be very good for you." She reaches out and touches my face in a very motherly way.

"Thanks, Sue, I will try.


AN: So, things are progressing. The pay up for the bet should be interesting. If you don't know by now, there is a little charity thing going on.

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