A/N Happy Football Day to you all! Cockyback and I were sweating it yesterday, but the Noles pulled through in the end. I miss last year's domination, though. It is really like the team has been handed over to Jaspy. Speaking of...hehe. You'll see!

I'm off to debate sitting or starting Brandon Marshall for the third week in a row. The first week I sat him and he got 3 TD's. Last week I played him and he got nothing and hurt his ankle even more. Le sigh. The trails of fantasy football!

Have a great week and I'll see you next week with more :) Good luck to your teams, real and fantasy! And especially good luck to mine, hehe they need it!

Getting Blitzed Chapter 4

Waking up with a hard-on had been the bane of my existence since moving to New Jersey, but not this morning. This morning, I felt warm hands caressing me before wet lips wrapped around me and had me moaning her name.

"Reed Girl."

Before I could get too carried away, it occurred to me that Rainbow might be watching, so I opened my eyes and saw that Rainbow's spot was empty.

Reed Girl made a noise against my cock before releasing me. "I gave her breakfast and shut the door."

Was it any wonder that Reed Girl was the girl for me? She woke me in the most fantastic way and made sure our crazy cat was gone before she did so. I reached down and tugged on her arm, and she climbed her way up my body, her lips meeting mine. Yes, perfection.

"I love waking up to you," I told her, because it was true.

She laughed and reached down to stroke me again. "Of course you do."

Well, yeah, there was that, too. "Yeah, that, but also, it's better when you're here." Shit, I sounded like a pussy. Living with a cat all by myself was turning me into a chick. I fucking knew that would happen.

Reed Girl smiled and gave me a sweet, soft kiss. "I know. I keep telling myself it's only four months, which is nothing in the grand scheme of things, but it feels like forever. And while I miss this-" she pumped me one more time with her awesome, capable hands "-I really just miss you."

"Same goes, baby. The guys give me shit about going out with them and stuff, and I mean, I know I could since you're not here anyway, but it's like I'd miss you more if I went out. I'd rather come home and talk to you since I can't see you." And even though we hadn't lived here long, it still felt like her in here. She had some clothes and shampoo and shit here already, so I could smell her if I wanted to. Crap, I really was a pussy. Fuck.

"You know that I don't mind if you go out with your teammates, right?" Her eyes were wide, and she touched my cheek. "You know I don't expect you not to have a life until I get here."

"I know. I just don't have any interest in the club scene. They're all about getting laid." I grunted when she shifted and rubbed herself against me.

"And you're not?"

"Only if I'm with you, baby."

She lifted her hips and took me inside her. Her eyes were on mine as she slowly started to move. I reached up to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples lightly. She loved that and started to move faster.

"I'm all yours, you know," she told me, which I knew, but I still loved to hear it.

"Damn right you are."

I rolled us so that she was under me, her gorgeous face illuminated in the early morning light. Her sexy legs wrapped around me as I started to pound myself into her. It never took me long to get off in the morning, and when she tightened around me, when she called my name in that sexy, throaty morning voice of hers, I lost it and came hard inside her.

"Best wake-up ever," I murmured, kissing her as we both tried to catch our breath. "What time is it anyway?"

Reed Girl rolled over and looked at her phone. "Not quite seven."

I groaned and buried my face in her neck. "Why are we up so early?" I actually had the weekend off, which was a minor miracle. Monday we'd be back to work in earnest because our pre-season games were about to start. I couldn't wait. Finally a real chance to show what I could do.

"I was nervous."

I opened my eyes and pushed myself up on an elbow, leaning over her. She looked incredible, her hair spread over the pillow, cheeks flushed, eyes shining, lips swollen. "You don't look nervous."

"I'm not anymore. Thanks." She slapped my ass and burst out laughing when I started tickling her.

"I see how it is. You used me to get your mind off your tryouts." She could use me for sex anytime, and we both knew it.

"And it was very effective," she told me once she'd stopped giggling.

"I feel so used."

She kissed me hard before pushing me away and hopping up. I watched her naked body as she strode toward the bathroom, her tight ass jiggling a little as she walked.

"If you want to get used again, get your sexy butt in the shower."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I beat her to the shower by several seconds, mainly because she was laughing at my horny ass again.

After a very hot, long shower that used up all the hot water, I pulled on some boxers while Reed Girl got ready for her audition.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" I asked as I went to open the door. Sure enough, Rainbow was standing there looking at me as if I'd stabbed her best friend. Not that she had any friends, because she hated all other cats and really only liked me and whatever humans I liked, but still.

"Look, you've had me to yourself for a fucking month. Stop your bitching." I swear she fucking turned up her nose at me as she sashayed by and hopped on the bed. "Fine, see if I give a shit." But the fucked-up thing was that I sort of did. Not that I regretted my morning sexing with Reed Girl, but I didn't want Rainbow to be mad at me. I walked over to the bed and held out a hand, and she head-butted me. Of course Rainbow couldn't stay pissed at me. Females never could. "You'll have me to yourself again soon enough." Damn, that was depressing.

I got back into bed, and Rainbow climbed onto my chest. I petted her and listened to Reed Girl rustling around in the bathroom. This was how it would be once she was here full time. I couldn't fucking wait.

"Have you seen-" Reed Girl broke off as she came out of the bathroom. "Aww, too cute." And then she was snapping pictures again. She was always taking pictures of me and Rainbow. I was pretty sure she was saving that shit for blackmail purposes if I ever lost my mind and left her or some shit.

"Have I seen what?"

"Nothing. They must be in my purse." And she was off, heading out of the bedroom wearing a black skirt that looked awesome on her ass.

I propped myself and Rainbow up against the headboard.

Reed Girl came back in, frowning.

"What's wrong? You forget something?"

"We need to pick up some condoms."

What the fuck? We hadn't used those since we were first together. "Why?"

"Somehow, I left my pills in Tallahassee."

Well crap. "But I hate condoms."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "You used to have them in every pocket, your wallet, every drawer, your glove compartment…"

"Yeah, yeah, that was when I was young and stupid and hadn't met you yet." I hadn't bought a condom since the first time we had shower sex. Fuck, that was hot.

"Well, I changed purses and mixed up my compacts." I didn't know what the fuck that meant. I really didn't want to know. All I knew was that I either needed to wrap it, or I wasn't getting laid. And that was not a fucking option, thank you very much.

"Fine, I'll pick some up."

She came over to kiss what was no doubt a put-upon pout on my face. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Reed Girl went back to primping, and I flipped on SportsCenter. And lo and behold, there I was on the "rookies to watch" list. Damn right, they better watch me.

My girl came out looking hot as shit after she'd done herself all up. I could see that the nerves were coming back, so I moved Rainbow and walked over to her.

"You're going to kick ass, baby. You're going to blow them away, and they're going to offer you a job on the spot. Then you can just forget about graduating and move here now."

She laughed at that, as I intended. "I can see that going over well with my dad."

"Charlie wouldn't care, since you'd be with me."

She shook her head. "I think even his love for you wouldn't be enough for him to get over me dropping out with just one semester to go."

"I'd bribe him with Super Bowl tickets." She laughed as I pulled her against me. "Seriously, you're going to be great. Then you'll come home and we'll celebrate."

"Would said celebration be a naked one?"

"Of course. We'll have champagne and pizza."

She chuckled. "That sounds perfect."

"So, go knock them dead, and I'll take care of everything." I walked her to the door, handed her the instrument case. "Call me before you head back." I had shit to take care of before she returned.

"Okay." She kissed me, hard, and I squeezed her ass.

"You're gonna rock. As much as one can on the oboe." She elbowed me and I grinned at her. "Love you."

"I love you, too."

And she was off to show the New Jersey Orchestra just how awesome she was. I had no doubt she was gonna get the job. My girl was beyond talented.

I was going to give her a night to remember before she went back to Tallahassee. But first I had a call to make.

I threw myself down on the couch, and Rainbow was quick to follow me, climbing into my lap as I scrolled through my contacts. It didn't even take an entire ring before he answered.

"Edward!"

"Hey, Jasper."

"I can't believe it's really you!" Who else would it fucking be? He'd clearly whined to my fiancée that I never called; he had to know she'd get on me until I did it. Hmm, Bella on me…no, we cannot have liftoff when Rainbow is on my lap. Fuck that noise.

"Of course it's me, dumbass. Reed Girl said you were freaking out over the Oklahoma State game." Oklahoma State-like they were fit to be on the same field as us. I'd have crushed them by at least fifty if I was still playing.

"I am! We lost James, Garrett and Marcus, and you're not here, and…"

Fucking hell. "Calm the fuck down. Gibbs is there to carry you. When in doubt, get the ball to him. I've turned that kid into a superstar in the last year. Green is ready as well. And you still have Crowley on screens. Just keep calm and don't do anything stupid. Take what they give you. Start off with short passes, and let our guys break them with long runs after the catch. They will."

"Okay. I'll try." His voice was barely a whisper. He sounded fucking pathetic.

"Send me the game film, and I'll go over it with you later in the week, okay?"

"Thank you! I know I'm freaking out, but we're the reigning champions, and everybody expects me to be as good as you are, and we both know I'm not. So much pressure."

Well, of course he wasn't as good as me. I was a once-in-a-lifetime player. "Nobody expects you to be me, Jasper. I'd tell you to smoke your weed, but we both know you can't."

He heaved a big sigh. "It would be so much better if I could. I miss it."

"Well, calm down another way. Go bang Shorty." It always worked wonders for me with Reed Girl, not that I got nervous over football.

"That doesn't calm me down. Wife's like a live wire! She gives me all sorts of energy. Plus, she's pissed at me."

"What did you do now?" Shit, why was I asking? I didn't care, did I?

"My football freak-outs caused me to forget our monthly anniversary. I've been sending her flowers and balloons all week to make up for it, but she's still pissed. So I brought out the big guns, and I'm sending her a poem."

Fucking hell, not another one of his poems. "I don't even want to know."

"Roses are red. My heart is black. My insides are dead if I can't have you back."

"That's fucking morbid. And she didn't dump you, did she? So it's inaccurate as well."

"But it rhymes."

"That doesn't make it good."

"She'll like it. I used glitter."

The fucked-up thing was, she probably would. "I think you should give it another go. Maybe just say you're sorry and buy her something nice. Shorty likes shiny shit."

"I'm doing that, too. And I'm surprising her with a candlelight dinner after her chemistry class on Monday. It's her hardest one, and she'll love the pampering."

Even though Jasper was a moron, I had to admit he usually got shit right when it came to romancing his woman, despite his crappy poem.

"So, listen, Reed Girl has this tryout for an orchestra, and she was all worked up about it when she left. I want to do something nice for her when she gets back. I said I'd get champagne, and maybe I could order in dinner. That sounds good, right?"

"Well, what about…hey! I have your brother on the phone. He needs help wooing Bella."

Jesus fucking Christ. "Jasper, I didn't say I needed help and…"

"Yo, bro! Twenty-one years old, and you still don't know how to treat a woman? I can't believe we're related." Fucking speakerphone. Now I was stuck talking to both of them.

"Emmett, I think I've proven that I know how to treat Bella right. I'm not the one who ran away from the first girl I fell in love with like a fucking wuss."

"But I got her back, with a carefully crafted plan that made her putty in my hands."

Did he really believe that bullshit? "You listened to Jasper's high ramblings and got her balloons that she popped, roses she beheaded, and a kitten that she could have killed."

"And Bob! Don't forget Bob!" Jasper called, probably clutching the fucking bear to him as he spoke.

"That was only step one. It took several steps to land my Rosie."

"I remember them. They got me punched and insulted at every turn."

"She only hit you once, wuss. She had a lot of residual anger that was really just her sexual need for me. She's a lot calmer now."

I rolled my eyes. Blondie and I got along better these days, but I wouldn't call us friends. We just weren't enemies anymore. And she was officially my sister-in-law after she and Emmett got married in Vegas last month. So she was family.

"Your definition of calmer isn't mine. And is Mom speaking to you yet?" To say that Mom had been pissed that Emmett had gotten married without her being there was an understatement. She'd threatened my innocent ass that if I didn't have a beautiful wedding, she'd move next door to Reed Girl and me and make my life a living hell. She'd fucking do it, too.

"No," he said mournfully. Ha! He was such a fucking mama's boy. "It's not my fault we got drunk in Vegas. Tons of people get married that way! I told her we could get it annulled and get married again, but that just pissed Rosie off. I can't win, man."

"Yeah, I'm sure your wife loved you suggesting that your first wedding was wrong. Dumbass. And you think I have issues? I just wanted to know if I should do anything other than champagne and sex to celebrate Reed Girl's tryout. Unlike you two, I haven't fucked anything up with my girl." Because she was way better than theirs; that was just the truth. Their girls were high maintenance and ready to fly off the handle at a moment's notice. Reed Girl was just awesome and rarely got worked up over the tiny stupid shit I did.

"You never forgot an anniversary?" Jasper asked.

"Of course not. But we don't celebrate monthly anniversaries like you morons do either. And once I put a ring on her finger, that shit didn't matter anyway. We'll have a yearly anniversary when we get married, and that's that."

"Oh, Wife wouldn't like that very much. We have our monthly anniversary, the anniversary of the first time we had sex, and the anniversary of the first time we said we loved each other, the anniversary of when I met her parents…"

"You're ridiculous." I didn't need to hear how much shit those two had to celebrate. "Most of that was all within a day of you meeting her anyway."

"Yeah." I could hear the smile in his tone.

"I don't know how you remember that shit. You killed just about all of your brain cells before you even met her."

"Usually she tells me. I just didn't hear her this time because I was too caught up in football."

Thank fuck I had a sane girl who didn't expect stupid shit of me. Reed Girl would be sorely disappointed if she asked me to name the day I met her. Well, actually, I knew that because it was right after I kicked Gator ass all over my stadium. And that was also the first time had sex, so technically I knew that, too. And I'd told her I loved her the day I won my first Heisman, so I could name that, as well. And she met my parents the day after I won the ACC title…well, fucking hell. But she didn't expect me to commemorate those days monthly, which was very fucking fortunate.

"She'll forgive you, dude. Right now, we have to help Eddie. After all, it was our help that got him the girl in the first place."

I snorted. "How do you figure that?"

"You were all confused about the fact that you were in love with her after the party, where I started phase one of getting Rosie back. Jasper and I helped you figure out where to take her, and let's not forget that I'm the one who picked out Rainbow. She's the glue that holds you together, and that's because of me."

I looked down at Rainbow, who was lying on me in complete bliss as I petted her while I talked. "I wouldn't call her the glue." But she had made things easier. I was pretty sure I'd gotten my first real smile from Reed Girl when she saw me with Rainbow the first time.

"You keep telling yourself that, bro. Anyway, champagne is good, but girls like chocolate. Get her some."

I already had that covered. "Chocolate-covered strawberries."

"Awesome. And she was nervous, which means she was tense, so you should give her a massage."

That wasn't a bad idea. I planned on having her naked the whole night anyway. "Done."

"Noooo, not Eddie. He should get her to do it." Of course Jasper had to weigh in, and make no sense when doing so.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Jasper? I'm not going to make Reed Girl give me a massage after she's had a stressful day." Idiot. Even though it would feel amazing.

"Don't you live in that fancy place with the spa? Get one of them to come up and do that couples' massage thing. Wife loves it."

That was actually a good idea. "So, couples' massage, champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, fancy dinner in, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. Sounds perfect to me."

"And candles! And a bath!" Trust Jasper to add some girly shit. But he did tend to get that shit right, even if he was a dumbass. Reed Girl had surprised me with this unexpected and much-needed visit, and I wanted to surprise her with a night to remember. We'd both need it before another month-long separation.

"All right, I've got a lot of shit to get done before she gets home, then." I hated to say it, but I had to. "Thanks for your help."

"Anytime, bro. I am Mr. Romance!"

"I saw your drunken wedding pictures. I don't think anyone would agree, especially Mom." Ha! I loved giving him shit.

"Fuck. I'm going to have to knock up Rosie soon. Mom might forgive me if I give her a grandchild."

"Better you than me, dude." I'd suffer through whatever wedding monstrosity she and Reed Girl cooked up so she'd stay off me about kids. That shit was way off.

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."

"To make his mommy not mad at him anymore," I added, laughing along with Jasper.

"Fuck you both. I'm going home to my wife."

"I need to go, too. E-mail me the video, and I'll call you Friday night." After my first pre-season game. I couldn't wait.

"Sounds good. Thanks, man. Good luck with Reed Girl."

"I don't need luck." I had this shit in the bag. "But good luck with Shorty."

He chuckled. "She loves me. We'll be fine." And they would. Shorty could give the guy hell, but she did love his stupid ass. There was no accounting for taste.

"Later, man."

I disconnected and scooped up Rainbow. "Time to get ready for an awesome night."