A/N Happy Football Sunday! I'm extremely happy, but surprised, that my idiot Noles are still undefeated this morning. If I actually watched their games this year, I'd have way more gray hair for my awesome hairdresser to cover up. The stress! But I avoid and check scores and it seems to work for both me and them. Yeah, I am superstitious and think I can control the games. hehe You had to know I was a bit nuts after all! You read my stories :)

Another undefeated fell yesterday. Sorry Miss State gals! I know it sucks. I don't know about you, but the play calling in the first half baffled me. I think they could have won had they not been so focused on Dak carrying the ball into a stacked line in the first half. At least they came back and made it interesting in the second. The insanity continues and some big rivalry games await, so anything can still happen. I have no idea who the top 4 will be on Tuesday night, and if they'll move the Noles down again for playing only a half of football, not sure how they can when they're the only no loss team along with Marshall, but they may find a way. *shakes head* If I didn't love college football, I'd hate it!

I got word yesterday that I had advanced in several categories at the Twificfandomawards dot blogspot dot com site. Voting for round 2 starts today so head on over and vote for your faves. And thank you for moving me along! I think I have 5 different stories nominated which is pretty darn awesome. I am always wowed and thrilled by the love I get from you guys. It's what keeps me going.

You'll be happy, or won't care, haha, to know that Team Watt's Up Cock managed to win despite Indy's bye week, so still undefeated! However, Team Palmering the Cobb lost, as usual, and I managed to jinx another QB with his name in the title. If you have anyone you need taken out, ask me to add him to that team and it dub it after him. Sheesh.

Okay, fun chappy below, I think! I hope you enjoy it and I'll see you next weekend, which will be the start of my week long vacation! So excited! Have a great one!

Getting Blitzed Chapter 11

"Hey, where are you guys heading?" Sammy came up and threw an arm around me, not even caring that I had my arm wrapped around my girl.

"Out," I told him. He didn't need to know.

"Come on, you know you wanna celebrate with your teammates. Let us get to know your girl." He wiggled his eyebrows at Reed Girl. "Unless you're afraid she'll dump your rookie ass for a true star."

Reed Girl just laughed at his stupid ass. "I'm already with one."

I had to kiss her for that, while Sammy awwwed next to us.

"Okay, I know when I'm outgunned." He held up his hands. "But we're going to be…" he trailed off, his eyes bugging out of his head. "Who is that?"

I turned and followed his gaze, which had landed on none other than Blondie. "That's Rose. My sister-in-law." He was looking at her like he was hoping that she'd be on the menu. I didn't give a shit, but my brother would happily kick his ass if he saw the way he was checking her out.

"Bring her," he muttered.

I snapped my fingers in front of his face. "Hello. Perhaps you didn't hear the part where I said she's married to my brother. You know, the big guy who could break you in half if he wanted to? That guy." I pointed at Emmett, who was chatting up Charlie.

"Why are all the hot ones taken?" Sammy asked Reed Girl, finally coming out of his trance.

She laughed. "Because the Cullen boys are amazing at the grand gesture."

I had to grin at that. Mine was far better than his.

"And in bed," she added quietly, making sure that her father didn't overhear.

I snickered. "You forgot to add well-hung, with talented tongues and…" She put her hand over my mouth, so I used said talented tongue to lick her palm.

"Ew! I can't take you anywhere!"

"On the contrary. You can take me anywhere you like. There's a locker room right down the hall, and offices, and the film room," I said, slipping my arms around her waist.

She giggled and stepped into me. "Well, I could use a tour."

"Oh no, you two aren't desecrating our locker room." Sammy shook his head. "I heard all about how you met, and I'm jealous as hell. If you do that in our locker room, I'll never be able to be in there without getting a hard-on, which is kind of uncomfortable in a room full of naked men."

Reed Girl pulled back and raised an eyebrow at me. I shrugged.

"What? It came out when I was explaining how awesome you are."

She laughed and turned to Sammy. "Did he say I was a stalker?"

He grinned. "Maybeeeee. I mean, not if it's going to get him in trouble or anything." He shot me a look and mouthed, "Sorry."

"He's not in trouble. I'm not ashamed of how we met. I wanted him and I got him." Her smile was triumphant, and I had to kiss it.

"You sure did, baby. You schemed and seduced me, making it impossible to get you out of my head." Thank fuck that I hadn't been successful at that. I couldn't imagine life without her. Weeks without her sucked hard enough.

"Just don't tell my dad," she said, making us both laugh.

"I won't tell a soul," Sammy promised, crossing his heart with his fingers. "And if you come to dinner with us, I promise I'll be on my best behavior."

Reed Girl looked at me. "It's up to you. We do need to eat."

"Who's going?" I asked, though I figured I already knew.

"The usual. Paul, Brady, Colin, and me, of course. Maybe a few of the defensive guys. They're rounding up people as we speak."

"Colin?" Reed Girl's eyes narrowed. "As in Colin, who sent a stripper housekeeper to my home and clogged my toilet? That Colin?"

Sammy looked like a deer in headlights at her angry tone. "Uh, yeah? I'm sorry! I didn't know he was doing any of that."

She smiled. "I don't blame you." Then she turned to me. "We're going."

Well, there went ditching the family and taking her home to fuck all night. But from the sparkle in her eyes, it appeared that dinner with my teammates might be fun as well.

"Whatever you want, baby. You know that."

She rose up on her toes and nipped my ear. "I want you. Always. And I'll have you for dessert."

Fuck yes. I squeezed her ass. "To the victor go the spoils," I reminded her, not that she needed reminding.

She laughed. "You've used that line on me after every one of your wins."

"And I'll keep on doing it after every win. You're in for years and years of it."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." She kissed me before smiling at Sammy again. "Tell me, does Colin like blondes?"

If he was surprised by her question, he didn't show it. "Who doesn't?"

Her smile widened. "Great. I'm going to go talk to my sister. You and Edward work out plans."

She was off; leaving me wondering what was going through her beautiful head.

Sammy watched her walk away and let out a low whistle.

"Don't whistle at my girl." I glared at him.

"I wasn't, at least not like that." He shook his head. "Do you know how lucky you are to have a girl like that?"

Well, that was a dumb fucking question. "Of course I do. Why do you think I have no interest in the clubs or PR chick or anyone else? Reed Girl is the best."

"Seems like. Also, seems like Colin might be in some trouble." We watched as Reed Girl and Blondie bent their heads together. Fucking awesome. Whatever they came up with, he had it coming.

"He shouldn't fuck with me. My girl is loyal."

He chuckled. "Both of them are, apparently. He's still pissed that your tiny cat took his big ass down."

I laughed. "Rainbow is a menace." I fucking loved that about her.

"She's cool as hell. Why do you get all the good ones?"

I smirked. "Because I'm Edward Cullen."

He shook his head. "Ass. We're heading to Pepe's. See you there?"

I looked at Reed Girl, talking and smiling as Blondie laughed. "Yeah, we'll be there." I couldn't wait to see what those two were up to.

Xoxoxoxoxox

"Are you sure you want to do this?" We were standing outside of Pepe's, and I could already hear my boisterous teammates hooting and hollering inside.

"Yes! It'll be fun!" Reed Girl kissed my cheek.

I caught her hand before she could walk inside. "Are you going to tell me what you're up to? Why isn't Blondie with us?"

"Maybe she didn't want to come." Reed Girl shrugged, trying to look innocent. I knew my girl too well to buy that shit.

"Bellaaaaaa," I wheedled, knowing it was her kryptonite.

"Edward, just sit back and enjoy the show. I can't promise you'll get to see any breasts for this one, but it should be fun anyway."

"The only breasts I want to see are yours."

She kissed my jaw. "Then that you will get. Later. Let's go."

Why the hell not? I got the door, letting her in. My parents and Charlie were en route. And Emmett and Blondie were off doing whatever Reed Girl had asked them to do. I really couldn't wait to see what she had in store.

"Bella!" Sammy shouted, waving his hands when he caught sight of her. "We saved you a spot."

She laughed and headed in his direction. Fucker better have saved me a seat as well, or I'd kick his ass. The group was there, along with Embry, Jennings, JPP, Markwood, Montoya, Castillo, and Abdullah. Quite the audience. This was going to be interesting.

Fortunately for Sammy, there were plenty of chairs. I held out one for Reed Girl next to him, while I slid in between her and Brady. I wasn't letting that moron try to charm her, even if he'd fail spectacularly.

"So, was I awesome or was I awesome?" Sammy asked, making her laugh lightly.

"You made a few nice catches." She smiled at me. "Of course, my Edward made it easy for you, throwing those perfect passes. You barely had to do a thing."

Everyone laughed at that while I slid my arm around her. "That's my girl."

Sammy shook his head, putting a hand over his heart. "You wound me! Surely you know that I made him look good. His passes were just fluttering in the wind, but I snatched them and made them into things of beauty."

"If that's what you have to tell yourself," Reed Girl teased.

"Looks like we found your number-one fan," Brady said with a laugh. "Lucky bastard."

That was true. My girl looked fucking awesome in my jersey and tight jeans that showed her ass off to perfection. I really couldn't wait to get out of here and get my hands on her.

"More like his number-three fan. That weirdo friend of his is number one, and her dad is number two." Colin took a slug of his beer. "You should have seen those two fighting over who got to take him in the first round of the fantasy draft we did. First round! Ha!"

"Well, he had twenty points today. Not bad at all." Charlie came up behind Colin, also in my jersey and his brand new Giants hat. "And if we're going to make fun of picks, good call on McCoy. He got all of five point two."

Colin scowled at that little nugget and got out his phone, presumably to see if it was true. Apparently it was, because he let out a "motherfucker" and slammed it down.

Charlie had been glaring at him but then took a look around the table and his eyes got comically wide. "Oh my God! You're Rashad Jennings! And Jason Pierre-Paul! Can I get your autographs?" And sure as fuck, he took out that little book that Reed Girl had brought to my Heisman ceremonies for him and started passing it around.

I was getting weird looks, so I sighed and waved a hand. "Guys, this is Bella's father, Charlie. Charlie, this is the guys."

"Great game! That sack you got, when you fought off two linemen, was a thing of beauty." And Charlie was off, fanboying at everyone and everything.

Reed Girl leaned into me. "This made his whole year. Thank you for inviting him along."

And just like that, I couldn't be embarrassed about it. My girl was happy that her dad was happy, and that was all that mattered.

"No problem, baby."

I reached with my left hand and grabbed the pitcher of beer. Brady grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"Um, did you get married after the game or something?"

The whole table stared at me. "Or something. My girl got me a present."

"Trying to ward off the groupies, huh? Not a bad idea." JPP nodded at us as he took the autograph book from Charlie.

I was about to respond when Reed Girl spoke up. "It's not about keeping other women away from him. It's just a symbol that we're committed to one another. I wear his ring, and I wanted him to wear mine. It's a solid reminder since we can't see each other every day."

"Shit, like that's gonna stop any of those bitches anyway. That super hot PR chick Heidi practically salivates every time she catches sight of the pretty boy," Colin supplied.

That was it. I was so going to end that motherfucker, throwing another woman in my girl's face. Before I could act, I felt her hand on my knee.

"Who can blame her? He's gorgeous." She smiled at me. "But he's mine, and I trust him. After all, his only reaction to a half-naked woman in our home was to throw her out and call me immediately to tell me about it. He actually felt bad even though he did nothing wrong. He respects me and our relationship. It's not our problem if others can't do the same." She delivered that little speech with a cool smile and a glint in her eyes that was more than a little dangerous. But it was hot as fuck, too.

Colin actually hunched over a bit under her gaze. "It was just a joke. And I didn't expect her to offer him anything. They never do for-" He broke off, but it was too late. The whole table was laughing at him.

"Dude, you pay for chicks to get naked? I just have to smile." Jennings sent us a bright grin.

"Fuck off," Colin muttered. "It was a joke."

Reed Girl just stared at him for several long seconds. "I always thought that hazing stuff ended once you guys became pros. I guess guys take longer to grow up than girls do."

"Well, we're obligated to give rookies a little shit," Sammy told her, trying to come to the rescue as always. "For instance, dinner tonight will be on our illustrious quarterback. We all made him a winner in his first game. It's the least he can do."

I flipped him off, but I didn't give a shit. And the mood at the table lightened considerably, with everyone reliving their favorite plays from the game, talking shit about the Texans, and looking ahead to next week. We all ordered a fuckton of food, and the beer kept flowing.

I was sucking down my awesome pasta dish when Brady suddenly let out a loud whistle. "Holy shit! Do you see that?"

The table got completely silent, and I glanced up to see what all the hoopla was. What the fuck? There was Blondie strolling into the room like she owned the place, wearing a skintight, siren red dress, made up and done up for a night on the town. She walked past our table, hips swaying, her legs looking a mile long because she was wearing heels that had to make her almost half a foot taller.

I nearly opened my mouth, but Reed Girl squeezed my knee under the table again. I glanced at her and she gave a very subtle shake of her head. Whatever her plan was, it was obviously starting with Blondie looking like a high-class hooker.

My teammates all looked a little shell-shocked. Well, the single ones did anyway. The married ones looked away quickly, but it was clear they'd noticed her.

"Hey, isn't that-" Sammy broke off with a grunt suddenly. Reed Girl shot him a look and he clammed up immediately. Ha! She must have kicked him under the table. I fucking loved her.

Blondie made her way over to the bar, sliding onto a stool and crossing her legs before tossing back her hair. She seemed to take no notice of us whatsoever, placing an order with a glittering smile at the bartender.

"Holy shit… What I wouldn't do to her." Colin licked his lips.

"Keep dreaming," Paul told him, standing and putting on a winning smile. "I'm going in."

He walked right up to Blondie, putting a hand on her shoulder and getting out his wallet as he paid for her drink. She gave him a tight smile and shook her head at whatever it was he said. Paul said something else to her, and then she turned her back on him. He stood there like a moron for a minute before coming back to the table.

"Damn, son, that was cold!" Brady was laughing so hard he started choking. I smacked him on the back as Paul sat down, sulking.

"Don't tell me Mr. Smooth actually struck out with a woman." Sammy shook his head. "It's a sad, sad day."

"She said I wasn't her type." Paul looked mystified. "I'm everyone's type."

We all laughed at his utter confusion.

"She probably wants the Pretty Boy," Colin pointed out.

I glared at his stupid ass.

"Maybe. Why don't you go over and take a shot, baby? Show them how it's done?"

I stared at Reed Girl. What the fuck was she playing at? "You want me to go hit on another girl?" Blondie? No fucking thank you. She'd likely hit me just for fun.

She laughed. "No, I want you to school these boys in how easy it is to charm a girl. After all, you got me, didn't you?"

"Yes, but-" She raised an eyebrow at me, so I stopped my argument in its tracks. Whatever she had planned, this was part of it. "Fine."

I got up and walked slowly over to Blondie, making sure to keep my hands near my dick just in case she started swinging or kicking. "Hi," I told her when I reached her. "I have no idea why the fuck I'm here."

Her lips twitched, but she kept her face neutral, since our entire table was watching her. "You're here to be rejected so you can go back and tell your asshole teammate that I said I like my men bigger and stronger than you are."

Well, that was kind of fucking insulting. "Hey. Not cool."

She rolled her eyes. "The point is to get him to come hit on me himself."

"And then?" I asked, because I was fucking sick of being in the dark.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "You'll see. I'm going to swing at you now, so if you don't want to get hit, catch me." Then she raised her voice. "You're married? Fuck off." Just as she'd warned, her hand came at my face. I caught it before she could make contact.

"Where's my brother?" I asked, releasing her wrist.

Blondie kept her glare on. "Putting Rainbow's dirty cat litter in Colin's trunk, where the spare tire is. It'll take him ages to find it."

That was…fucking awesome. I barely contained a grin as I walked back to the table. Reed Girl was giggling, and the rest of my table were laughing their asses off.

"Did you enjoy that, baby?" I asked, pulling her out of her chair and planting a big kiss on her before she could answer. Meanwhile, I flipped Blondie off over my shoulder.

"Well, the ring works," she responded when she could speak again. I pinched her sexy ass and made her squeal.

"Ahem," sounded from the next table over.

I sent Charlie a shrug. What the fuck ever. She was my fiancée after all. Her ass was mine to touch-and sadly, only touch. She'd rejected my anal demands over the fantasy draft trauma.

"Nice job, Cullen." Colin looked positively giddy that I'd gotten fake shut down. That shit was pretty damn annoying, even though Blondie was probably the only girl that ever would have rejected me before Reed Girl came along, thanks to my idiot brother. Not that I wanted her grumpy ass. Not by a long shot.

I slid back into my chair and pulled Reed Girl onto my lap, just as a little reminder that I wasn't interested in Blondie or anyone else. "She likes her men big and dumb." That shit was true, too. My brother fit that description perfectly. "Clearly I don't qualify, except in the big department. I wasn't about to show her, though. Bella wouldn't like that."

"I most certainly wouldn't," Reed Girl agreed. She put a possessive hand on my thigh. "Mine."

"All yours, baby." And I was ready to give it to her. We needed to get this show on the road.

Before I could ask her when shit was going to go down, Blondie slid off her stool and walked over to our table, hips swaying in some kind of sexy move that had most of the table drooling. She walked right up to Colin, sending him a big smile.

"I've been waiting all evening for you to come up and say hi. Were you just sending your friends over to tease me?" she asked in a deeper voice than I'd ever heard from her before. What the fuck?

Colin straightened in his seat, a big smile coming over his face. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Blondie licked her lips and ran a hand over his shoulder. "I wanted to do a lot more than that, honey."

He looked like he might have a heart attack right at the table. I really fucking hoped that wouldn't happen. His backup sucked ass.

"Really?" His voice cracked on the word.

"Of course. I know you can give me what I want."

"You do?" His eyes were huge. "I mean, I can. Of course I can."

"And I'll give you what you want." She dipped her finger into his beer and put it in her mouth, sucking and hollowing her cheeks out. Holy fuck, Blondie was good.

"O-o-okay," he managed to stutter.

"I do have to warn you, though," she said, using the same finger she'd just sucked on to trace the line of his jaw.

"Warn me about what?"

She smiled sweetly. "I've had my final surgery since the last time we were together. So, now the only thing I can put in you is this,"-she waggled that same finger-"and this." Then with the tongue. "But now I have two holes for you to put it in. Won't that be fun?"

Well, holy shit. That explained the deep voice she was using. There were gags and gasps coming from my teammates. Reed Girl was shaking from trying to hold in her own laughter. Colin looked confused and horrified at the same time.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shook his head. "I don't know you."

"Come on, Colin. You know me better than just about anybody." Blondie looked sad. "It's me, Brandon. Well, Brandy now." She bit her lip. "I thought you'd be excited that we could finally be together as a man and a woman."

"You're lying! She's lying! He…I mean…what?" Colin pointed at Paul and me. "They hit on you, too. Not just me."

Blondie shrugged. "You know they're not my type, baby. You are. Why are you pretending that we haven't been together? Did I mean that little to you?"

"No! I mean, yes! We weren't ever together! I swear!" He was looking at all of us, begging us to believe him.

Blondie glared at him. "How dare you! I'm good enough to blow behind Marquee, but not good enough to introduce to your teammates? Fuck you!" And she flung his beer on him before striding out, leaving all of us staring after her.

Colin was still sputtering. "She's lying. Or he is. Whatever that was! I've never met her in my life."

"She knew an awful lot about you," Paul pointed out.

"Whatever. You hit on her."

"But I didn't know she wasn't a her. Or I guess she's one now. You did. Man…I wonder who her surgeon is."

"I did not!" he yelled, pushing back from the table. "Come on, you know I'm into girls."

"She is one, technically," I told him, making him mad all over again.

"Fuck her. She's lying. And fuck you if you believe her. I don't like dick." And he tore out of the restaurant, leaving us all staring after him.

"Did she get out?" I asked softly, because if he was going after Blondie, I'd have to go out there and save her hilarious ass.

"Yeah, Emmett was waiting," Reed Girl said with a giggle. Then she let out all the laughter she'd contained through the show.

"You're diabolical," I said, kissing her neck while she laughed away. She was so fucking awesome. And all mine. I couldn't be prouder.

"Dude, was that for real? Is Colin into guys?" Jennings made a face. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with it, but his locker is right near mine."

"Don't be a homophobe," I told him.

Reed Girl shook her head. "No, none of that was real. My friend was trying to teach Colin not to mess with my man and my relationship. Feel free to tease the hell out of him for a while, though, okay?"

JPP let loose a booming laugh, and everybody else joined in. "Count on it! He's going to get a lot of shit."

"I'm buying a bottle of brandy to put in his locker, as a little reminder," Sammy decided. "Bella, you're a little bit evil."

She smiled. "It was fun. He embarrassed Edward, so I embarrassed him. Well, Rose did. I can't take complete credit for it. She was supposed to just reject him hard. She did the man stuff on her own."

Of course she did. Totally Blondie. "No wonder you were practically hyperventilating, trying not to laugh."

"Well, she surprised the hell out of me. Only Rose."

"That was great," Brady said, still laughing. "He's been a dick lately. Maybe having us all think he likes dick will knock some of it out of him."

"Here's hoping," I agreed, lifting my beer to that. Then I grinned at my girl. "You're the best, you know that, baby?"

She laughed. "I do." She leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "Now take me home, and I'll show you just how good I am."

I stood before she finished her sentence, holding her in my arms. "We're out. See you Tuesday. Baby, give my card to Sammy." I'd pay for their food and anything else they wanted if it would get me out the door. She pulled my wallet out of my pants and tossed him my gold card.

I nodded at my parents and Charlie, who all looked a little shell-shocked as I carried Reed Girl past.

She chuckled and kissed my jaw. "In a hurry, are we?"

"To the victor go the spoils, remember? I want my spoils."

"I want mine, too. I defeated an asshole tonight."

She sounded so proud of herself. I stopped at my car and kissed her soundly. "I'll spoil you all night long, baby."

She moaned. "Sounds good to me."

Me, too. It was a perfect day. I'd won my first game. My girl had given me a ring to show the world that I was hers. We'd gotten back at Colin for being such a prick. And I was going to go home and make my girl scream my name all night, which was even better than thousands of fans doing it earlier. Winning rocked.