A/N Happy Football Sunday! Yesterday was another nutty day in college football. *waves a happy goodbye to Notre Dame, wonders who they're going to blame this loss on* Sorry, been hearing about how they got robbed in the FSU game, so I'm a little amused now. Also, Auburn is out of the playoff picture for now, though if they beat Bama, who knows? Gotta love the questions swirling right now. Best thing about college football by far, how much can change week to week. What's not changed? The fact that my team is just cruising along, not looking like they're even trying. The Miami game scares the hell out of me next week, as does every game they have left. I think they're all on Jaspy's best stuff this year, not a worry in the world, except for their fans. Sigh.

I must give a little shout out to my Jags fan! I didn't mean any insult to your team and as a Bucs fan, I feel your pain. At least the future looks bright for you. You have your own Edward Cullen to build around, and several nice receivers, plus Denard, to look forward to, unlike my team of has-beens and never-weres. Yeah, there will be growing pains this year but at least you've got some pieces in place. Give them a year of seasoning and nobody will be making fun of them anymore. Unlike my team. Who sucks ass. And plays Atlanta today who beat them by like 40 earlier this season. So exciting. You can see why my fantasy teams hold more interest for me. Anyway, smile! Good things ahead! Edward will happily crap on every team he plays, you know this. It's who he is :)

Starting this fantasy week in a hole thanks to the craptastic performance by the Bengals on Thursday night. AJ Green got something like 1.8 points. Truly lovely. Here's hoping my other players step up to pick up the slack! I hope your teams are doing well. I had to change the name of team Moist Foles after he went down last week, so my worst team is now Palmering the Cobb. Yes, you all know my team names are perverted whenever possible. I think Edward would appreciate that.

I'm long winded today! I'll shut up and let you get to it. Have a great week ahead, enjoy the games, and this game, and I'll see you next week!

Getting Blitzed Chapter 10

It was here. Finally. My first official game as an NFL quarterback. All the years of throwing, lifting, and working my ass off had come to this. It was the single most important game of my life thus far and would be until I played in my first Super Bowl. This was the start of it all.

Hands wrapped around me from behind, and I smiled when a warm, naked body pressed against mine.

"Is this what you do when I'm not here? Stare at yourself in the mirror all day?"

I chuckled and raised her hands to my lips, brushing each one. "Well, you have to admit, it doesn't get much better than this."

Reed Girl laughed and bit my right shoulder blade. "I admit nothing."

I turned, pulling her giggling self into my arms. "Oh, you'll admit it. I'll make you."

"I'd like to see you try," she challenged, and before she'd even finished the words, I started tickling her. She squirmed and wiggled, her boobs moving with her, twisting and turning. It was hot as hell.

I pinned her to the wall, and she saw the look in my eyes. She licked her lips. "Really? Again? Don't you have a big game in just a few hours?"

"What better way to clear my head than to fuck you until neither of us can think straight?" I asked, already lining myself up with her perfect pussy.

"Well, who am I to mess with your pre-game prep?" she asked with a sexy smile.

Even though I was dying to be inside her, she needed to say it first. "Admit it."

She shook her head. Stubborn, beautiful woman.

"You know it's true, baby. It doesn't get any better than me."

Reed Girl tilted her head to the side. "I don't know. You're going to have to show me first. Then I'll admit it."

I had to concede that she had a great point. Plus, I really did need to get going soon. Why get caught up in semantics when we both wanted me inside her?

So, I propped her against the wall and slid home. She moaned and I felt her tighten around me almost instantly. The way her body responded to mine would never get old. Nor would the way she looked as I moved in and out of her. Her gorgeous eyes stayed on mine as her hips moved forward to meet mine with every thrust.

"Say it," I murmured as I upped my speed. She was close, I could feel it.

"Not yet," she replied, biting her lip as I shifted her a little, hitting that spot that made her moan.

"Say it," I demanded again, tugging on her left nipple gently. Fuck, her tits were magnificent. I loved the way they moved when our hips met.

"Can't." She was breathless now, so close.

It was hard as hell to do but I stopped moving, holding her against the wall.

Her eyes narrowed, and I loved the glare she sent my way. "Don't stop."

"You need to say it." Really fucking fast, or I'd drop my load and she'd kick my ass for leaving her hanging. Hardly how I wanted to start my day.

"You're a prick."

I smiled at her. "Yes, but I'm your prick and you love me."

"I don't know why," she murmured, shifting her hips toward me, seeking the friction I'd taken away.

"You know why. Just say it."

She huffed. "You know, we only have today. You're really just depriving yourself if you stop now."

It was true. My dick was aching. But I wanted her to say it. "All you have to do is say it, baby. Then I'll make you see stars."

She threw up her hands, but fortunately I had a good grip on her. "Fine! You're not completely unfortunate-looking."

I snickered. "That's not quite it. Why don't we try again?" I rolled my hips, and she sighed and let her head fall back. I started sucking on her long, beautiful neck.

Her fingers came up to tangle in my hair. "Okay! You win! I love looking at you. It doesn't get any better."

I lifted my head and smiled, triumphant. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Humph. Shut up and fuck me."

"Your wish is my command." I moved out of her before slamming myself back in. She moaned again, and I fucked her hard against the wall until she was screaming my name as she came around me. I followed quickly after, thankful as hell I'd been able to hold out. Only the fact that I'd come several times during the night had kept me from coming too early.

She smacked me when I let her down, but I just laughed and pulled her in for a hug. "You're wrong, you know."

"I'm never wrong," she muttered against my chest.

"This time you are." I stepped back, and she looked up at me. "Looking at you is even better than looking at myself. Especially when you're naked and moaning from having my cock inside you."

Her eyes darkened. "Even when you're dirty, you still somehow manage to be sweet. I love that about you."

"Being dirty is sweet," I told her, smacking her ass lightly.

She shook her head and started past me toward the shower. "Better get a move on, Champ. You can't be late to your first game. I'd hate to travel all this way to watch you sit on the bench."

I laughed and stepped into the water with her. "I'm going to put on a show for you and make you proud."

She shook her head and lifted her hand to my face. "I already am so proud of you. You worked so hard to get here. I couldn't be prouder, win or lose."

My Reed Girl always managed to make me feel good. "I was talking myself up in the mirror."

She laughed. "I know. You're nervous."

I scoffed at the very idea. "I don't get nervous."

"You didn't in college. This is the NFL. It's harder. You're not going to win every game."

I wanted to challenge that statement, but I knew it was true. Everybody lost a game, except the '72 Dolphins. And even I wasn't delusional enough to fool myself into thinking that we were anywhere near that level.

"I know. But I'm going to do my best." And hopefully we'd win today. I hated the thought of losing to start the season. I'd be raked over the coals.

She kissed me softly. "You're going to be awesome. And I'm going to be right there cheering you on. And after, we're going out to celebrate the fact that you're living your dream." She smiled. "Our dream."

Our dream. I liked that. "I'm going to find a way to win for you."

She shook her head. "Do it for yourself. And your team. You don't have to win for me. You're already my Champ."

I fucking loved when she called me that. "I love you, Bella."

Her arms wound around my neck as she pressed herself against me. "I love you, Edward. And I can't wait to watch you play."

I couldn't wait either. And while I knew she'd love me win or lose, I was going to win for her today. With Reed Girl in my corner, how could I lose?

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

Damn. I'd thought that the preseason games were loud. That didn't compare to the roar that greeted us as we jogged on the field. It felt so wonderfully familiar. It was almost like I'd never left college. Call me jaded, but I'd always assumed NFL fans were somewhat less passionate than college. It sure didn't feel that way today. The crowd energized me. Knowing that my girl and my family were somewhere in the stadium thrilled me. This was home. I couldn't wait to christen it with my first victory.

"It's something, isn't it?" Sammy asked, taking in my expression as we ran to the sideline.

"Feels like home," I told him, making him laugh.

"Yeah, well, not all of us went to championship schools, my man. I didn't get cheered like this back then."

"Beat Joseph a few times, and I promise to keep the cheers coming."

His eyes sparked and he smirked at the challenge I'd issued. "Get the ball near me, and I'll catch it."

"You won't even have to extend your arms to catch my passes," I assured him.

He snickered and smacked my back. "Good. I need to save my reach for the celebratory beer later. Are you joining us?"

I shook my head. "Bella and my family are in town." We'd be celebrating her new job and my win tonight, if I had anything to say about it. And I did.

"So bring them with. Bella's awesome, and we've already sorta met Charlie and your brother."

I snorted at that but then remembered how annoyed Charlie had been with Colin. Had he brought his gun with him? That could be fun. "We'll see."

He nodded and jogged off to chat with the wide receivers coach. I took a minute to myself before heading to my quarterbacks coach.

"Remember, we're scripting the entire first series. I don't care what you see out there. Don't deviate. If the play we've planned isn't there, throw it away."

Fuck. I hated that shit. But I'd do it because I wasn't going to be yanked from my first real game. This wasn't the preseason. This mattered. And win or lose, I'd be the one ending the game.

Coach Coughlin met me on the sideline while we watched our captains head out for the coin toss. "You ready?"

I nodded, watching everyone shake hands. One day soon, I'd be out there for that. JJ Watt's huge form loomed over the coin. I was going to have him on my ass all day. One of the best defensive ends in the league, and I was already matched up with him. That was okay, though. He was great. I was going to be. We'd see who came out a winner in the end.

They won the toss and elected to defer to the second half. I felt a little flutter of something in my stomach as I watched the special team's players line up for the kick. Nerves? Fuck that noise. Edward Cullen didn't do nerves. I was excited. It was finally time.

Embry was in the end zone, and the ball sailed into his hands. He brought it out, juking and cutting until he was brought down at the twenty-four. Seventy-six yards until pay dirt. I took a breath and put on my helmet. Coach looked into my eyes, nodded at what he saw, and smacked my shoulder. I ran out onto the field and hit the huddle. Ten pairs of expectant eyes were on me.

"I-right, Jennings on three," I told them, repeating what the voice over the speaker in my ear said. I knew each and every call on this series.

We lined up, and I pointed out an open coverage to Paul; the safety was shading over to the left side. He shifted, and I wished like hell I was allowed to change the play call. But I didn't. I called for the ball and slapped it into Jennings' hands. He plowed right into the line and managed to pick up three yards before he was brought down by Cushing.

The next play was run all the way again, which I hated, but Jennings got two more yards. Third and five, and I finally got to throw. Sammy got the call, running a short slant. I hit him right in the hands as promised, and he managed to slip right through the linebacker and safety, picking up sixteen yards. We were beyond midfield, and I was pumped.

Jennings got stuffed at the line and words could not express my excitement when the OC changed the call in my helmet. I sent Paul on the post pattern, executed a fake toward Sammy that had the corner bite just enough, and Paul went right by him. My pass hit him mid-stride, and he motored into the end zone. The crowd roared, and I tried to get out from under an irate JJ Watt. I hadn't even felt the hit as I'd let the ball fly.

Colin pulled me to my feet. "Nice throw, kid."

"I'm not a kid." Just because I was a rookie, it didn't make me less of a man than he was.

"Hey, I'm complimenting you. It was a hell of a play."

"Thanks."

I shook off my irritation with him and accepted kudos from my teammates. I didn't have long to celebrate, though, since I had to go over the defense with Coach Morris. He had pictures on his iPad, critiqued my feet and arm, asked me what I saw in the coverage, and seemed satisfied with my answers.

The defense held, and I was back on the field with the ball at the thirty. This time, we bogged down at midfield, when I got pressured by JJ and had to throw the ball away. Coach was there waiting when I came off the field.

"Good throw."

"The pass to Embry? I could have placed it better, but he caught it."

He laughed. "The one you chucked into the stands. You made the right choice." He patted my shoulder and sent me back over to Coach Morris. I had to admit, the compliment felt kind of good.

The Texans managed a field goal on their next drive. Embry got a great return to the forty-four, and I went on a good drive, mixing short passes and Jennings' runs down the field. On second and goal from the four, I rolled out to my right. Sammy made his move in the end zone, and I threw a fade to where only he could catch it. And he did. We were up 14-3 at the half, and the crowd was cheering my name. I saw my number on more than a few jerseys as I ran into the tunnel to head to the locker room. It was awesome.

The second half was more of the same. I dinked and dunked down the field, and we scored another two field goals and a touchdown when Jennings plowed through at the one. Houston got one more field goal and another touchdown, but when the clock struck zero, the final score was us 27, Houston 13. We all shook hands and congratulated each other before heading in to clean up.

I took my shower and followed Coach into the media room. Holy fuck were there a lot of people here. Nearly as many as my championship games. I took my seat and waited for the questions to come.

"Edward, you were seventeen of twenty-five passing for two hundred and twenty-seven yards and no picks. How'd you manage to have such an efficient day?"

I wanted to roll my eyes at that question, but I resisted. Barely. "We had a good game plan in place, and I followed it to the letter."

The same reporter smiled. "You're not exactly known for sticking to the game plan."

I raised an eyebrow. "Was that a question?"

"I'll rephrase. Was it difficult for you to stick to the game plan? There were several instances where receivers were wide open but you checked down to Jennings for the minimal gain. Are they handcuffing you?"

Fucker. I wasn't about to take the bait. "It's not hard to stick to a good game plan. And I wouldn't call playing smart handcuffing." It was, but I wasn't about to say it.

"Coach Coughlin, would you say the play calling was more simplistic since you have a rookie quarterback?"

Was that ratfucker calling me dumb? Because it sure as fuck sounded like it.

"Of course not," Coach replied, shaking his head. "We were playing one of the best defenses in the league, so we put in a conservative game plan that, as you may have noticed, worked. Everybody knows how talented Edward is, and you got to see some of that this game. You'll get to see more as we go through the season. He played smart today, just like I asked him to."

So take that, you limp-dicked asshole.

"You took three sacks today, Edward. You're not used to being touched. Are you healthy?"

"Perfectly healthy. I have a good line, and they kept me upright most of the day." Yes, I was kissing their asses. I knew how the game was played. "I held the ball too long a couple times, and they got to me." I flashed a smile. "The biggest difference between the pros and college is they hit harder."

Everyone laughed at that, and I relaxed. I could do this shit. It was old hat.

When the interviews were over, I hurried out to where my family was waiting. I scooped Reed Girl into my arms and gave her a smacking kiss.

"You were great!" she told me when I released her lips. I kept her in my arms, though, and she wrapped her arms around my waist. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, baby. I'm so glad you were here."

She kissed me again. "You know I'd be at all your games if I could."

Yes, I knew that. And I didn't begrudge her the ones she couldn't make. I knew she'd be there if she could be.

"You were fantastic, Edward!" I braced myself for Charlie's enthusiastic hug. "Thank you so much for letting me see you play!" The stache was practically quivering with excitement.

"I'm glad you could make it, Charlie."

"I wouldn't be anywhere else, son!" He clapped me on the back before releasing me.

I accepted congratulations from the rest of the family as well. Mom was practically in tears she was so happy. Even Blondie was happy and sporting a Cullen 7 jersey. Of course, Reed Girl's looked the best.

"I fucking love seeing my name on your back," I murmured in my girl's ear. Her cheeks flushed a bit at my words.

"It's going to be my name soon," she reminded me, like I needed reminding.

"I can't wait, baby." And I really couldn't.

Her eyes sparkled. "Speaking of that…you meant what you said last night, right?"

I had to grin at her excitement. "Of course I did. I take it you went shopping."

Reed Girl nodded and pulled a blue box out of her purse. I recognized that color. Of course she'd gone to our store. She flipped the lid, and I saw a simple platinum band. It was perfect.

"Do you like it?" she asked, looking a bit nervous. I had to play with her a bit.

"It looks good," I told her, waiting.

"Good." She looked at me, then at the ring, then back again. "Are you going to put it on?"

I scratched my chin, trying to look confused. "Don't you have a question to ask me first?"

The look of confusion on her face was fucking priceless. "What question? You said you'd wear it."

"Sure, but it'd be nice to be asked."

"Asked what?"

Emmett hooted behind my back. "He wants you to propose."

Reed Girl met my eyes, and I grinned at her. "Aren't you going to make an honest man out of me?" I asked.

She laughed. "Like that's possible. But fine. I'll rise to the challenge. Edward Cullen, will you do me the honor of marrying me?" She slipped the ring out of the box and reached for my hand.

"Aren't you supposed to be on your knees when you ask?"

That had my brother choking behind me. And someone smacked me. I wasn't sure if it was my mother or Blondie. Reed Girls' brown eyes were snapping with temper, and I pulled her to me.

"I was just kidding. You know I'm yours." I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "You know I only want you on your knees for one reason." That got me an elbow to the gut, but she laughed at my horny ass. "Yes, I'll marry you, Bella."

"You'd better," she said, sliding the ring on my waiting finger.

I kissed her again, surprised at how much I loved the feel of the ring on my left hand. Once upon a time, the mere thought of it would have had me running for the hills. Not now, though.

"I love you," I told her.

"I love you, too." She kissed me for all she was worth, and our family cheered.

Mom was crying, of course, and it looked like Charlie might be wiping a tear or two from his eyes. My brother was grinning at me, as was Dad. Blondie smiled.

"Let's go celebrate." I smiled at my girl. "We have to toast Bella's new job."

"And your victory," she added.

"And her making an honest man of you," Emmett added.

I laughed at that. "I'm pretty sure she actually did that two years ago." Reed Girl's eyes teared up at that one. "You made me a better man."

"God, what you do to me when you talk like that." She shook her head, the tears spilling over. "You're everything I ever wanted and never thought I'd get to hold on to."

"You have a great grip, baby." She had to laugh along with me. "And so do I. Makes it impossible to come between us."

She lifted my hand to her lips, kissing my ring finger. "Nobody ever will." She stood on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. "Let's go celebrate for a bit, and then we'll make sure that there's absolutely nothing between us for the rest of the night."

Fuck yes. It had truly been a perfect day, and it was going to be a perfect night as well. I'd see to that.