Here it is bbs the chapter in which I officially jump into the collab. I hope you enjoy, I had a good time writing (read: riding) Edward.

Much love to my boo and beta for all things written: PWTF

LL: Well bb, do you think they are ready for me and the Edward I am about to unleash?

PWTF: They'd better be ready for it! Even ready they'll be swept off their feet!

LL: Oh noes, should we wait so we can catch them?

PWTF: Naw, the shock'll be good for them! The truth hurts, ya know!

LL: MMMM hurts to good :)

PWTF: Definitely! And feels so good to be in on!

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EPOV

Traipsing into the hotel, I didn't feel like heading up to mine and Tanya's room just yet. I knew from her numerous text messages that she was there and she was waiting for me. It was all she could do to suck attention from me right now. She seemed to forget that we were here for the Olympics and not a weekend tryst like the past summer, when we spent a week nearly naked on some Greek Island whose name I couldn't even recall.

Tossing my bag onto the floor next to a squashy looking couch, I dropped down with a plop and set my feet up on the table in front of me. My eyes scanned the headlines, no doubt looking for the most ridiculous one including my name. Picking up the newspaper farthest to the right, they claimed that I went against my coach's wishes by going to the Opening Ceremony the other night.

Bullshit.

Laurent didn't give a crap what I did so long as I didn't let her – his eyes wandered to Tanya – get in the way of my concentration. Meaning, for the duration of the games I was to, in no uncertain terms, keep it in my pants.

Not that it was difficult. Tanya was attractive, but that's about where it ended. The sex was decent and we looked good together in photos. That was the depth of our relationship. We both went along with it because our ratings skyrocketed the moment we were first photographed together. She was more into it than I was, though if you asked her she wouldn't admit it. Hell, I don't even know if she realized.

Tossing the paper back onto the pile, I sunk back into the cushions of the couch, hoping upon hope that maybe I could just disappear into it. A tinkling laugh filled the lobby as I lifted my head to see some of my fellow Olympians enter the hotel. The largest and biggest of them all was Emmett McCarty, a weightlifter, I think. He had his huge, meaty arm around the long and lithe Rosalie Hale. You couldn't miss Rosalie Hale from a mile away, with legs that go on for miles and hair so gold it glittered in the sun. I knew the bunch well enough to know they hung around often, and Jasper Whitlock was easily recognizable with the pixie like gymnast, Alice Brandon, hanging on his back like a tiny little backpack.

Bella Swan, another fellow swimmer and apparent fifth wheel, brought up the rear, smiling at her friends and holding back a yawn with the back of her hand. A quick sweep of the lobby brought her eyes to me, giving me a sad looking smile before a mask of irritation swept over her face. My brow furrowed, not understanding either of the emotions that played upon her face. I waited till they boarded the lifts before grabbing my bag and making my way upstairs, knowing if I didn't make an appearance soon, Tanya would come looking for me.

The minute the doors opened, I stepped off and to the left in the direction of our shared room. She came around the corner with a full ice bucket and smiled at me as we met at the door. Pulling out my key, I opened the door for her as she entered the room, and I followed after, tossing my bag in the corner. I flopped down on the bed as she milled around the room and went to the bathroom for a shower. Today had been harsh; I had seen Whitlock go in for his heat and break his personal best with a time of 1:42:23 for the 200M freestyle. Just two heats later I beat my own personal best, his record, and the world record, clocking in at 1:42:10. That meant I would be the top semifinalist going up against him and fourteen others in the 200 freestyle semis tomorrow morning.

Whitlock had congratulated me, his smile not quite meeting his eyes, and I returned the sentiment respectfully. We sat together in the cool down pool, neither one conversing, and we each headed into the locker room to dress. The only difference was when Whitlock left the locker room he was greeted by not one but five of his friends. I was met with my own shadow, knowing Tanya was surely elsewhere promoting herself. Rolling my head to the side, I saw Tanya stepping out of the bathroom in her towel and heading towards the dresser. She didn't know I was watching, and she slipped something sexy looking from her drawer and dropped her towel, shimmying into the thing before bending to pick up the towel.

Rolling over and groaning, I knew where she was going with this and I wanted to no part in it. Sex with Tanya was more detrimental to my mood and performance than it was helpful. It distracted me and confused me. It confused me because she was, like I mentioned, attractive, and she was attracted to me. There were times though, when she just didn't do it for me, we didn't do it for me. It is surprisingly easy for a guy to fake an orgasm if the girl is so vain and self-centered that she doesn't even notice.

Sex with me seemed to have the opposite effect on her. She seemed to glow for days afterwards and her mood always improved. Her performance also seemed heightened in her post coital glow. Pulling the covers back, I slipped my t-shirt over my head and slipped off my shoes before sitting down on the bed. I pulled my contact case out of the bedside drawer and took out my contacts before turning out the light. My head hit the pillow gently and I closed my eyes, relishing in the feel of the cool cotton on my still slightly overheated body.

The door clicked closed quietly and I could hear Tanya walking across the room slowly, most likely so that she didn't trip over anything in the dark. Pulling her covers back, she slipped in next to me, making sure her smooth legs slipped against mine. I heard her huff as her legs found my soft, fuzzy pajama pants. She seemed to be under the belief that men should either sleep naked or in only boxers, because every time she saw me wearing these or my sweats she would make a snorting sound before telling me how I shouldn't cover up such an attractive body.

She obviously didn't take my faux sleeping hint because she sidled up to me, her hands sliding up my chest, which, to her liking, was bare. I could feel her hand cupping my cheek and turning my head slowly to face her. My act must be working, because she moved on to phase two of her evil plan. Phase one is always trying to determine whether I'm faking or not, and if she determines that yes, I am really asleep, she moves to phase two. Phase two is where she uses her pseudo seductive, really slightly creepy moves to try to rouse me from my slumber so I can service her into winning her races.

The hand cupping my cheek slowly made a trail down my neck and chest, tracing small circles. Once her hands hit my abs she added in her mouth, peppering small kisses down the trail of hair leading down underneath my pants. Her other hand joined the first at the waistband of my pants and began untying the knot I had made. The corners of my mouth turned up just barely in a smirk as I heard her huff and curse as she tried to undo the triple knot I had done in my pants. Finally she was victorious as I felt her tight hands go slack as she pulled the strings loose and pushed the waistband down, underneath what she was hoping to be my raging erection.

She seemed to be disappointed enough to not even make any noises, because she reached into my boxers and took my limp penis into her hand and started to pump and stroke it. I knew I was going to have to play my part convincingly if I wanted this to end quickly. My thoughts quickly went back to the night of the Opening Ceremony. Bella Swan was certainly a name I was familiar with, though she probably had the least media coverage of all the swimmers competing in this year's Olympics. She definitely had an attitude and quite possibly a snappy little mouth on her. What I would give to have those snappy little lips wrapped around my base right now instead of Tanya's thin dry horse lips. Seriously, someone needs to introduce her to the idea of chapstick.

Mmmm, long, glossy brown waves spread out in my lap. My fingers threaded through them, tugging slightly when I would feel myself hit the back of her throat. I was definitely hard at this point and knew Tanya would be grinning if she could fashion her mouth into any sort of facial expression other than an open mouth. She had been such a bitch to me when I tried greeting her. Girls had always come so easily to me, like a moth to a flame. Bella might actually be a challenge for me, and god knows I could go for a good challenge. I saw the way the male swimmers ogled her and it incensed me to no end.

How dare those assholes lay their slimy little eyes all over my Bella. Whoa. Where did that come from? She isn't yours, Edward, she isn't anyone's.

That thought made me smile. What would I do with Tanya though? She would never leave me, and I'm pretty damn sure she would raise hell if I tried to leave her. I suppose I could always just try and think of Bella when Tanya goes down on me or when she insists we finally have sex again, because it would happen eventually. There was no comparison though, they weren't even close.

Tanya was getting turned on; I could hear it in her voice and the small vibrations she made around me. Slipping my hand down into her hair, I pretended it was the brown liquid silk of Bella's hair instead of the dry, flaky red sandpaper that Tanya spent so much time on everyday. At some point I would have to ask Bella how she took such good care of her hair after spending so much time in the chlorine. Tanya's sharp beady eyes locked with mine as I tugged on her hair and slipped my eyes closed. Behind my eyelids I could see big brown doe eyes looking up at me as she worked me in her mouth and I came in Tanya's mouth, Bella's name but a mouthed whisper on my lips, much too low for Tanya to hear. She lay back, breathing heavily and wiping the corner of her mouth, no doubt waiting for me to reciprocate.

That would not be happening.

I turned to my side away from her and closed my eyes, and all I could see were those big brown eyes under me as I lowered myself down to her and had my wicked way with her in my dreams.

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