I hope you guys are enjoying this tale so far. I had a lot of fun writing it Here's another shorty to tide you over until next weekend. PaYce.

EPOV

My car is an extension of my dick.

Built for curves. Sturdy and all steel. Muscular...and may I say, pretty to look at.

I glided her smoothly into one of the last remaining spots in the lot, kicking up a cloud of sand and dust. Emmett parked his range rover not far behind, and I spotted a blonde head slip out of the passenger seat; she clicked as stealthily as she could in four inch stiletto heeled sandals toward me. She had a mad glint in her eye and a dangerous swagger in her step. Just as she pounced Emmett grabbed her by the loop of her red daisy dukes and stopped her in mid-air.

"Edward's going to pay to re-upholster your car seat, aren't you, Edward?" he flashed me an easy grin. Rose looked like she wanted to step on my neck.

"Oh go on, Rose. I'm sorry about the blood. I'll pay for it, if you promise to go have that sand in your vagina checked out." She growled and leapt again, but Emmett caught her round the waist and threw her over his shoulder. She cast me one last murderous look as they disappeared onto the crowded beach. Alice, my elfin cousin and the youngest of uncle Carlisle's kids came bouncing out of Emmett's Range Rover with a surfboard that seemed to completely engulf her five foot frame. In fact, all I could see was her slender arm grasping the giant board, a pair of huge brown eyes and a shock of jet-black hair.

"Oh Edward, don't poke the tiger, for the love of god." She threw me an exasperated look and ran to catch up with the others.

I caught Jasper ogling my cousin and I couldn't help it. I hurt him a little.

"Asshole, you know I like her." He muttered, rubbing his arm.

"I know you do. Just do it away from me."

I slipped on my shades and grabbed the cooler, heading for the beach with the others. Laguna was unusually crowded today – among the many beaches the Los Angeles area had to offer, we liked Laguna because it was on the quieter side, usually somewhat secluded. But ever since that damn TV show had aired people seemed to be flocking here for a glimpse of the famed beach. And they'd bring their fucking ankle biters with them. I stepped over a brat who ran underfoot carrying a little shovel and pail and scowled.

The sound of waves crashing reminded me why I was here. The salty spray in the air was thick, stinging the still fresh cuts littered across my body. I didn't care. I was pumped full of painkillers and had a cooler full of beer. I let the sweet smelling breeze and the full force of the blaring sun overhead wash over me as I slumped down on the blanket Alice had spread out and cracked open a beer. Emmett and Rosalie were off on one of their "walks" and jasper was busy trying to bury Alice in the sand. I chugged my beer, threw the empty bottle at him and told him to go give himself a concussion. He stalked off to the water indignantly, which left me with Alice, who was trying to get sand out of her bikini top. I averted my eyes.

"Look at the neanderthal, showing off for those sluts." Alice smirked. Jasper was in full Grecian statue mode, pausing dramatically before the tide, surfboard in hand, looking like a poet asshole out at the ocean. He was tall and lean, still bronzed from the previous summer and his shaggy sun bleached hair was forever falling in his eyes. He thought himself fucking adorable. He looked like one of the douche bags from the Abercrombie and Fitch ads, with his green eyes and model good looks. The motherfucker was wetting panties just standing there.

Alice looked irked. The girls who were sprawled out near jasper were staring unabashedly at him, appreciating his form. One of them brazenly took her bikini top off.

"There it is. That's why I love this man. Women disrobe in his very presence."

"That's sick, he has no shame. And you should have seen the commotion you caused walking out onto the beach, that horny group of 13 year olds over there nearly fainted at the very sight of you. And your Beverly Hills High fan club has taken up their usual post, I see." I looked to where Alice had wagged her fingers and spotted Jessica Stanley with a group of girls from our school, all of whom suddenly looked flustered and busied themselves fluffing their hair. They were all girls I recognized except one; she was the palest of the group, and by far the most covered, in a pair of denim shorts and a graphic tee...one of those old school ones, with an Orange Crush logo. I couldn't see much of her face under the white baseball cap she wore. My eyes drifted lazily back to Jessica, who had struck some sort of porn star pose, on her hands and knees pretending to reach in the cooler, wagging her butt cheeks at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Alice.

She winked conspiratorially, her eyes roaming over my sex romp injuries.

"The fact that you're wounded doesn't hurt your appeal, you know. You should put a shirt on when there are women around." She cracked open a beer and took a delicate swig. Alice was drawing quite a bit of attention herself; she was easily the most alluring girl on the beach, aside from Rosalie. She was petite, porcelain white despite her repeated efforts to tan, and she had the fine delicate bone structure of a china doll. Her doe eyes were her deadliest weapon. They were huge, almond shaped, giving her an air of innocence that belied her feisty nature; she was a spitfire, and could break a man at will. She seemed, however, curiously subdued today. Alice was easily distracted and lost in thought; typically a sign of evil schemes to come. I could almost hear the cogs turning in her crazy head even now – then she caught a glimpse of Jasper the boy god striking another pose on his surfboard and seemed to lose all coherent thought. As if hypnotized, her little hands drifted to the bikini strap knotted at the back of her neck.

"Alice!"

"What? Edward, just getting more sand out, relax." She sang. She brushed herself off and took a shaky little breath, tearing her eyes away from Jasper, and I silently prayed he'd hit himself over the head with his board. I'd have to take him down a peg or two.

"I think I'll go cool off a bit." Alice gulped down the rest of her beer as daintily as she could manage, adjusted her bikini bottom and strode away gracefully, her small form disappearing into the water. I ran a hand through my hair, cracked open another beer and adjusted my cock for the Edward Cullen fan club. I thought I heard Jessica squeal.