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Chapter 14 - Baldock Vs. Barnet

BPOV

I was drifting happily in and out of sleep, curled up against Edward's side. His arm was wrapped tightly around me, holding my body against him. I could tell from his breathing that he was still asleep and I remained where I was, not wanting to disturb him just yet. I heard footsteps thump up the stairs and across the landing to the bedroom. Assuming whoever it was would knock I didn't bother to pull the sheet - tangled up haphazardly around our legs - up over Edward and I.

Unfortunately, I didn't realize Emmett ignored personal space, and screamed as he barged into the room announcing it was time to get up. "Edward, get up man, we're leaving for the pitch in a few hours."

Edward sat up with a start and immediately rolled over me to try and hide my very naked state from his cousin. "Emmett, get the fuck out!" He shouted loudly and I heard more footsteps run along towards our room.

"What the fuck are you lot shouting and balling at?" James poked his head through the door and laughed. "Oh, Emmett's revealing his inner pervert I see."

"Nothing 'inner' about it Jimbo," Emmett guffawed, yet neither one thought to actually get out of the fucking room.

"Get out guys, Jesus Christ!" Edward was trying to get himself free of the sheet so he could stand up, without exposing me. Had I not been butt-naked and on display for all to see, I would have found the situation fucking hilarious.

"Excuse me you motherfucking perverts, you do realize that I'm not the only one naked here right? You're laughing and joking while Edward's ass and manhood is about to come flying across the room to kick you pair of freaks out of the bedroom."

Emmett grimaced and held up his hands. "Okay, okay, you guys clearly need a personality transplant. Bella, you should be flattered that we're trying to check your body out-"

Emmett never finished his sentence, because a bottle of water went flying across the room and struck him on the side of his head. "Ow, fuck, Eddie! That was uncalled for."

"Yet you're still here, Em, what's wrong with you?" Edward looked furious.

"God, I can here you lot arguing from the other side of the house, what's going on? Oh hi, Bella...Oh..." Alice scanned the room and then blushed. "Um, Edward, you're not doing a good job concealing yourself."

Edward groaned and buried his head in my hair. "Kill me now, this is humiliating."

Jesus fucking Christ, I was starting to think this family were all a bunch of fucking perverts. "Um, hello? Can you all please get your asses out? This is really fucking weird for me. I don't know how things roll here, but back home you'd get arrested for shit like this."

"Sorry, Bella. Emmett, James, come on, Mum's cooking breakfast. It should be ready in about five minutes, so unless you want Emmett to eat it all, I'd make sure you were downstairs quickly." Alice ushered the others from the room and closed the door behind her.

"I am so sorry, Bella. I swear to God, Emmett has serious fucking problems. I'm going to kill him for that." Edward was still hovering protectively over the top of me.

I dismissed my brief thought of morning breath and kissed him. When he responded, gone were the soft, gentle touches of the previous night. Now he was hard and oh so domineering, he raised my arms over my head and held them in place as he pushed inside me swiftly. I heard Emmett start shouting out to Edward again, but ignored him. We both did and it was only when the footsteps neared the door again that Edward stopped.

"IF YOU DON'T LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE EMMETT, YOU'LL BE MISSING THE GAME BECAUSE I'LL RIP YOUR GODDAMN HEAD OFF. I SAID WE'LL BE DOWN SOON!"

I heard Emmett mutter something in response, but he didn't come knocking again. I was finally getting my wish and bad-ass Edward was front and centre during sex. He commanded every movement, every kiss and every touch, and I fucking loved it. He snarled in my ear as he came, finally releasing my hands and shifting back to the sweet guy he usually was.

"Wow, who was that?" I teased when we were getting dressed afterwards.

"Sorry, Bella, I didn't mean to be so...so um... forceful? I don't know what came over me..." He looked almost regretful and I quickly reassured him.

"Well, whatever it was, let it happen again please, I fucking liked it."

"You did?" He looked bewildered.

"Don't look so surprised, I can be obedient sometimes you know." I winked.

He snorted and waited patiently for me to sort out my hair, which was a tangled mess thanks to all the pillow rubbing it had been subjected to.

As we neared the kitchen I was hit with the smell of bacon and my stomach growled furiously. We were the last ones to arrive at the table, and Edward shot Emmett an angry looking glare and shook his head.

"Out of line, Emmett." He pulled out a chair and instructed me to sit down.

"I thought you guys were awake and decent," he said and then apologised to me.

I smiled politely and tried to change the subject. "It smells so good, Esme. Can I help?"

Esme danced to the table with a plateful of goodies. "No, everything's ready. I once again need to apologise for my son. He's really outdoing himself this weekend, isn't he?"

"I've already forgotten about it," I lied and then James immediately began talking about rugby again.

~x~

The guys all left about an hour and a half before the match started. Esme, Alice and I followed about forty minutes later, the car stocked with a plentiful supply of wine, nibbles and fold away chairs.

The ground wasn't really a ground at all; it was just a pitch, two goalposts, and two porta-cabins which had been transformed into changing rooms. Two crowds of people had congregated, presumably one for each team. I saw Peter, and two other men I assumed were part of James' security detail, mingling with the crowd, checking all was well for the two Princes.

Esme and Alice set up the chairs and told me to sit down. I had been given a complimentary team jersey to wear, and was surprised to see both Alice and Esme in the same. We opened the first bottle straight away and waited for the game to begin.

I continually scanned the pitch, looking for Edward. I was particularly looking forward to seeing the guy all dressed up in his kit, and even more excited at helping him take it off after the match. Finally, the teams emerged onto the field and my eyes locked on Edward immediately.

Hot as fuck!

The Baldock boys all huddled up and I could hear Emmett geeing them up, shouting, "Can we beat 'em? Can we?"

In unison they all responded with a loud, "Hell fucking yes."

The other team didn't seem quite as up for the match. They were all warming up individually and there was no motivating team talk. One or two had drifted closer to where we were sitting and as soon as they saw our jerseys, they came over to talk to us.

"What on earth are three beautiful women such as yourselves doing supporting a pisspoor team such as Baldock?" A tall, extremely muscular man with a shaved head bent down in front of me. "If you want to switch allegiances then our fans are on the other side of the pitch. What do you say?"

"Nope, I'm perfectly happy where I am thanks." I took a drink of my wine and looked back over at Edward who was standing looking over in our direction, a frown fixed on his face.

"Mm, we have a girl from across the Atlantic." He winked at me and then held out his hand. "I'm Liam, and it's an absolute pleasure to meet you. Now I can forgive your naivety, but you should really listen to my advice and follow me to that considerably larger group of fans. Someone as beautiful as you needs to be on the winning side."

"I have some advice of my own, Liam. Take your shiny bald head and fuck off back to the rest of those cocksuckers you call team mates." I gave him the finger and heard Esme gasp.

"You'll regret it later, love, after we kick the Royal fuckers back to the shite village they call home." He stood up and walked away, the two other men following him.

"Oh my goodness, Bella, you are funny. Cocksuckers, I think I love that word." Esme laughed and Alice agreed.

"He'll be sorry he came over and talked to you," she said and looked over in Edward's direction.

He was standing with his arms folded tightly across his chest, glaring at Liam as he rejoined his team. James patted him on the back and pulled him towards the centre of the pitch.

The referee called the two team captains together and set about telling them what he would and wouldn't tolerate. He asked them to respect the other teams and play fair.

FYI - that never happened.

"Okay, it's about to begin." Alice sat forward in her chair and clapped her hands. "Come on, Baldock!"

I watched as Edward did this weird fucking kick off and then my eyes widened in horror as I realised what a motherfucking brutal game Rugby was. People were being taken out all over the place, men jumped on top of each other like a free for all in an attempt to regain possession. They kicked, scraped and bit their opponents and I was mortified.

I tried to pay attention to the action, but was far too concerned with Edward's well-being. Every time someone tackled him I jumped to my feet until he was back up again. After only fifteen minutes every single player was caked in mud and nursing some kind of cut or scrape.

Just as Alice had said, the guy who had approached us earlier was in for a rough ride. Seizing every possible opportunity, Edward slammed him into the ground, each time harder than the last. They eyeballed each other as they got to their feet, and I saw Liam mutter one or two things to Edward during the course of the first half.

I was an absolute mess, and the only thing that even remotely settled my nerves was the wine. We drank constantly and by the end of the first half, we had worked our way through two and a half bottles. Boy was Esme right, this stuff was fucking lovely.

While the guys held another team-talk and Carlisle cleaned up any visible cuts, we drank even more. Shamefully, my bad language didn't only impress on Edward. Just after they began playing again, Barnet scored a try and their fans began cheering away like hooligans.

I almost died when sweet and caring Esme, stood up and shouted, "You'll not be cheering like that at the end of the game, COCKSUCKERS!"

Almost everyone on Edward's team looked on in shock and Alice burst out laughing. The insults continued to spew from Esme's mouth throughout the second half, and I shrank further and further into my chair as her language worsened with every passing minute.

Then, the shit really hit the fan, there was about fifteen minutes left to play when I saw Liam look deliberately over in my direction and then shout something over to Edward. Faster than a motherfucking bullet, Edward was on his ass and the two men began fighting. Emmett and James were there quickly and pulled the two apart.

"Oh no, not again, he's let him get under his skin." Alice groaned, "He might get away with the sin-bin if he's lucky."

"Um, Alice... what the fuck is the sin-bin?" I clarified and she told me it was basically a time out for bad play. Ten minutes off the pitch and the team were not allowed to replace the offended player during that time.

Sure enough, because both men had thrown punches, the referee gave them both a flash of the yellow card and pointed to the sidelines.

Emmett shook his head at Edward as he walked over towards us. I checked him over for any injuries and saw a cut above his eye, and a pretty busted up bottom lip.

"Edward, look at your face, sweetheart. Are you okay?" Esme stood up unsteadily and reached out to Edward.

"I'm fine, Esme." Edward nodded and sat down on the floor beside me.

"Your lip and eye are bleeding." I reached out gingerly and touched his bottom lip, hearing him wince as I did so. "What did he say?"

"Who the ref? Just off for ten minutes then I can go back and help finish these bastards off. We're still up by nine points."

"Not the referee, the guy from the other team. He said something to set you off," I pressed and Edward shook his head.

"Nothing I'd repeat in front of you, Bella, the fucking wanker deserved it. Even if we lose it was worth it." He smiled at me and winced again. "Ow."

I wanted to kiss him, and thanks to the wine I didn't care who was looking. I leaned forward to press my lips gently on his, but the fucking chair came with me and I ended up flat on my face in the grass.

Esme and Alice burst out laughing, and Edward tried to stifle his as he helped me to my feet.

"Bella, you're so funny." Alice squealed and I turned blood red.

"Every fucking time I try and do anything seductive, I end up making a motherfucking fool of myself," I muttered and wobbled as I tried to pick the chair back up. "I'd blame the wine, but I am just that Goddamn clumsy."

When I sat back down, Edward sat on the floor between my legs, and I played discreetly with the hairs on the back of his neck. Just before he was due to go back on, I saw Carlisle waving a bottle of petroleum jelly and beckoning him over.

"Should I be worried that your Uncle is waving lube and asking you to follow him? I think I'm a little jealous," I whispered in his ear, and Edward chuckled.

"He'll put it on the cut, to seal it. If you like, I can slip it in my bag before I leave?" He turned his head and winked, before kissing my cheek swiftly. "I'll see you when we're celebrating our win."

Carlisle covered the cut above his eye with the jelly, and then Edward waited to be waved back onto the pitch. He was ordered to shake hands with Liam, which he did but his entire body stiffened as he took his hand. Edward was still angry about whatever it was he'd said and I was still non-the-wiser.

The last few minutes of the game passed without incident, and sure enough, Baldock won by six points. We screamed in delight and Esme launched into another tirade of "motherfuckers, cocksuckers and fucktards," at the other supporters.

"Right, we'll finish off this wine, before the men get changed. Then we'll head over to the pub for some celebrating." Alice began to pour some more wine.

Um, sex with Edward rugged and dirty? Not gonna happen if you let him shower now is it?

"I need to pee," I announced and walked towards the changing rooms, ignoring Alice's protests about the lack of actual toilets.

The two teams were exchanging forced pleasantries, Barnet having to congratulate Emmett, and the rest of his team. Edward saw me approach and I raised my eyebrows at him suggestively. His mouth turned up into a smile and he nodded once.

"Come to give your man his celebratory blow job, Bella?" Emmett said as I walked past him.

"Of course, I think he deserves one don't you?" I shrugged and he laughed.

"You've probably got five minutes before the changing room is full of fourteen other men. I doubt you can get much done in that time," he teased.

"Emmett, don't start again." Edward stepped forward but I stopped him.

"Oh, Emmett, you have no idea what I can do in five minutes. But, I think that after this morning, you owe us both a little privacy don't you?"

I giggled as he coughed and spluttered. Still not sure what to say back to that, Emmett left us alone to continue shaking the other players' hands.

Instead of making it glaringly obvious that we were off for a quickie in the changing rooms, we hung back and waited until everyone had disappeared to shower. Edward scanned the ground, and when the referee appeared from a smaller little hut I'd not even noticed, he marched straight over.

"Nice game, Ref." He offered his hand and the referee took it.

"You'll be getting a fine for that yellow. I can't ignore it, regardless of who you are. I'll send in the paperwork tomorrow," he said smugly and walked away.

"Wow, he's got a bug up his ass doesn't he?" I retorted and Edward nodded.

"Ah, he's just pleased he got to send either me or James to the sin bin. It's a power thing." He checked no one was watching and ushered me inside the small room.

Now, this time I knew I had to be quiet, but strangely enough, Edward didn't seem to care. There was a small desk in the corner and he sat me on top as he fumbled with his shorts and my pants. He knocked things to the floor and a glass of water fell and smashed.

"Fuck, Edward, ssshh." I hissed and then almost cried out when he slammed into me.

I wrapped my legs around him, and dug my heels into his ass, the tension that had built up during the game seemed to have him in some kind of hyper-sensitive and aggressive mood. Almost instantly, I knew neither of us would last long. My body was almost set to explode, each thrust was harder and deeper and I felt every single muscle tense as I came. Edward faltered as I clamped down around him, and his movements became more erratic before he pushed into me one last time.

He pressed his head against mine while he caught his breath, eyes closed and beads of sweat forming on his brow. I could feel his heart drumming wildly in his chest and his legs were shaking, probably with exhaustion from a pretty energy sapping day.

Perhaps, two rounds of sex and eighty minutes of energetic rugby was a little too much to expect of the guy?

"I need to go and change," he whispered and kissed my forehead. "Would you mind waiting here for a few minutes after I leave? Just in case anyone's around."

"Sure, I'll wait." I nodded and let him pull me to my feet.

"I'll be as quick as I can," he said with one more lingering kiss on my cheek and then left the room.

I pulled up my underwear and jeans, and waited until the coast was clear before leaving. A few of the other guys from Baldock were already changed, and Emmett introduced me to them as a friend of the family. They all seemed nice enough, and invited us to join them for a drink back at the local pub. We were already planning to go along anyway, so Emmett told them we'd be along a little later.

Alice and Esme were trying to walk over to us, both looked unsteady on their feet, and Emmett laughed when he saw them. He shouted to his Father who sighed.

"Not again," he mumbled and went to help them.

I waited for Edward to finish up, and when he did I admit I was a little disappointed. Gone was his kit, and muddied skin. He was clean and in regular clothes and his hair was still wet. Still hot as motherfucking hell, but we all love a man in uniform right?

Given the large amount of wine Esme, Alice, and I had drunk over the course of two hours, Carlisle had to drive us back to the pub. We arrived first, and I smiled to myself as I looked around the car park. Something about the countryside made me feel relaxed and comfortable. The Olde Oake was a typical old-fashioned place. There was a creaky wooden sign hanging by the door and wooden picnic benches outside and despite the weather, a few people had gathered around them while they smoked.

I was contemplating joining them when I heard a car roll up beside us and I turned around to see Edward climbing out of the car. He moved straight to my side and smiled. Peter looked around before he inclined his head towards the door with a frown on his face.

"No need to worry, Petey." James slapped him on the back and walked ahead. "No one cares who we are in here."

I looked up at Edward and he nodded. "We used to come here all the time – they don't even bat an eyelid any more. If any press ever turned up, the landlord usually shows us out of the back entrance through their home. When we come to visit, we are really just 'locals'. I think that's why we like it so much."

There was an unmistakable buzz in the air as we walked inside. The rest of the team were all re-telling the story to the other customers inside, and cheered when Edward, James, Jasper, and Emmett walked inside.

Edward remained close by my side as we tried to make our way to the bar. His hand pressed against the small of my back and his body as close to mine as possible. Everyone congratulated him as we passed and Edward talked back politely. I noticed a few people glance in my direction and then look to him questioningly, but he just introduced me as a close family friend. I doubt they believed him, but they didn't question it and just welcomed me fervently.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Listen up!" The landlord climbed onto the bar and clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention. "If you couldn't have guessed our boys won this afternoon. The win has been a long time coming and to mark the occasion, I will give each of you one free drink on the house."

A cheer erupted in the room at the announcement and the man took a bow before jumping back down. He came to Edward first and held out his hand.

"Looks like you saw a bit of action, Edward," he said as he set two freshly pulled pints of beer on the bar.

"Yes, some of the other team thought it gentlemanly conduct to talk inappropriately about one of my friends." He cast a glance in my direction and took a deep breath.

"Liam again? That kid never learns." He smiled at me and then looked to Edward. "Maybe, it wasn't all to do with the game though, son."

Edward's arm slipped around my waist and squeezed tightly. "Oh, he made it known he was interested in more than that."

"Pleasure to meet you...?" He held out his hand over the bar.

"Bella," I replied and shook his hand.

"Excuse us please, Colin. I think there will be a revolt if you don't get everyone their free drink." Edward released his hold on my waist and picked up our drinks motioned to the far corner of the pub.

The rest of Edward's family were already sitting at a table slightly out of the way of the rest of the customers. They all shuffled up to make enough room for us to sit down on the bench at one side of the table. I sat beside James and Edward slid in next to me.

"So, Bella, what did you think to rugby?" James asked.

"It was brutal," I replied. "I had no idea how rough it was."

Emmett laughed and shook his head dismissively. "It's nothing to us real men is it boys?"

"Is it always like that? The biting, scratching and the fighting?" I asked and James shrugged.

"It's a physical game yes, but things got a little more hot tempered today. The dick on the other side knew just what buttons to press to get Eddie to react." James looked at me deliberately and then said nothing else.

"What does that mean?" I persisted and waited for someone to answer.

"The prick did it last year to get Jazz all riled up. He talks shit about people watching. Last year it was Alice and Mum, and this year it was you. He knew it pissed Edward off when he came over talking to you before kick-off, so he used that to his advantage later on," Emmett replied casually.

"What did he say?" I asked and the four men glanced at Edward and then back to the table again. "If the guy was talking shit about me, then don't you think I have a right to know?"

"No," Edward said firmly.

Now, he should have known better than to think I'd leave it alone.

"Edward, tell me what the guy said. Quit trying to be chivalrous and let me decide for myself if I'm offended." I narrowed my eyes at him and didn't relent until he agreed.

"Fine, Bella, shit you're always so stubborn." He sighed, and tugged at his hair.

Emmett decided to step in when he saw Edward stuttering and stammering, trying to talk about it. "He said you had a filthy mouth, Bella. And that he had some good 'medicine' to help clean it out."

I looked at Edward and his fists were balled tightly. "And?" I pressed. "I know there was more than that."

"He said he was going to get his mates to hold you down so he could stick his dick in your mouth and 'administer the medicine'. Apparently, after you got a taste of him, you'd be back for more." Emmett smiled softly. "I would have done the same thing as Edward, that guy is a prick."

"Oh, what a fucking tool," I mumbled and looked over at Edward. "Sorry, I guess I see why you didn't want me to hear that. If he came anywhere near me with that thing, I'd bite the fucker off."

Edward sighed but then I noticed he was smirking. I decided it would be best to change the subject and lighten the mood a little. So I started talking about Esme calling the other team cocksuckers.

As we chatted and drank more of the nicest beer I'd ever tasted, Edward did that thing he did at dinner yesterday. There was always some contact, whether it be his leg pressed against me, his foot playing idly with mine under the table, and he even held my hand over the table.

Again, it didn't miss the hawk-eyed Alice and she smiled every time he did something even remotely affectionate. It was lovely to be like this with him, not worrying about who was watching, or even caring who he was. This life I could get used to. Being with this Edward would be easy, of that I was sure. It was just a shame that this was a rarity for him.

As the afternoon wore on and became evening, I was still drinking the beer like it was soda, and it slowly began to affect me. I had never been drunk in Edward's company before, and I had trouble keeping my hands to myself. My fingers wandered lazily up and down his thigh, fleeting brushes against his dick which I could feel growing inside his jeans.

I giggled as he tried to push my hand down without drawing any more attention to ourselves. I was having far too much fun to stop, and when Emmett handed Edward a drink for each of us, I made the most of a brief opportunity, and grabbed hold of his crotch as tight as I could without hurting him.

He spilled some of the beer as I did it and shot me a warning look which only made me laugh even more.

"Perhaps, it's time to be leaving, I have no idea what the hell these two are doing, but I do know Bella's hand has been under that table for an awfully long time." James winked at me. "She's not holding his hand that's for sure."

"Nice, Bella," Emmett said and then saw the blush on my cheeks. "Pay no attention to, Jimbo. He's just jealous; the poor bloke's experiencing a bit of a dry a spell at the moment."

"Too bloody right. You have no idea – I'm going to have blisters on my hand at this rate," James said so nonchalantly I gasped. "I need some good loving that's for sure."

Esme and Carlisle didn't appear to mind the topic of conversation and just laughed along, but Alice certainly did mind. She clamped her hands over her ears and began shouting, "Lalalala".

I was drunk, I was horny, but above all else I was hungry. Aside from small crackers and pastries, I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and in one of the rare silent moments, my stomach decided to growl loudly. Everyone heard it and looked over to me with huge smiles.

"Sorry, I just need something to eat. I'm so fucking hungry I'll start chewing on my own arm in a minute." I smiled sheepishly and then brought my hand to my mouth when I realized I'd said the 'f' word in casual conversation. "Oh, fuck - sorry for saying fucking! Shit, sorry for saying it... Aw, fuck it. I'm just making it worse."

Emmett and James burst out laughing and Edward leaned over and kissed my cheek. I flushed and looked at the others who were just chuckling away absently.

"We can either eat here or get something at home?" Alice piped up and waited for us to answer.

"Here." We all more or less answered at the same time.

It was nearing ten and the kitchen had stopped serving hot meals, but the landlord happily offered to have his wife rustle something up.

Less than twenty minutes later, I was prepared with the monster of all sandwiches. The huge baguette was crammed full of salad, cheese, and ham.

"Holy shit that's huge!" I exclaimed.

Alice laughed. "I bet all the guys will leave here with an inferiority complex."

Edward needn't worry. I thought as I went to take a bite. His Staff's awesome, biggest I've ever seen.

Edward began choking and James reached around to slap him on the back. Then I noticed every other person at the table was looking at me like I'd just stripped naked at the table.

"What?" I asked.

"A little too much information," Alice snickered.

"I didn't? Please, tell me I didn't? Jesus Christ." I dropped my sandwich and thumped my head on the table twice before apologising profusely.

"Don't worry about it, Bella. They're used to hearing and seeing much worse from me," Emmett tried to say with a mouthful of food.

I rammed the sandwich in my mouth, taking the biggest bites I could. At least with food inside, I couldn't say anything else about anything embarrassing. Edward noticed how embarrassed I was, and he kept nudging my leg or rubbing my back with his hand. It didn't do much besides make me hornier than I had been before, and I was ready to call it a night and head home to screw this guys brains out.

"Does anyone mind if we head back to the house?" Edward asked when we had all finished eating.

"The night is still young, Edward. Stay out a little longer?" Emmett whined and James agreed enthusiastically.

"No, I'm with Edward, it's been a long day. Why don't you two stay here? We can squeeze into one car I'm sure," Esme offered.

"You up for it, Em?" James asked.

"Too damn right I am. Bring on the ale!" Emmett stood up and clapped his hands.

So Esme, Carlisle, Alice, Jasper, Edward and I left. Peter accompanied us, leaving the two others behind at the bar. Carlisle's car was a large MPV, so we all managed to fit inside for the short drive back to the Cullen's.

As we neared the house, my stomach balled in anticipation. Yes, tonight was going to be fun!

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