A/N Happy Football Day! Some of you had some questions I thought I would address for all, since some came in as guests and I couldn't answer! Yes, this story will be all EPOV just like Sideline was, except for a chapter or two of a certain cat's POV when warranted. Yes, that's been requested as well and I have a couple situations where it's apt so it shall be done!

Also, see the categories? Romance/humor. There will never be any cheating in any of my stories. Don't read it, don't write it, no worries there. Yeah, Reed Girl is away but Edward won't be playing anything other than football. And whatever games Rainbow demands he plays with her at home. So don't fear that, not from me!

Your faves will appear in this story, but they won't be as featured as they were on Sideline just because of geography. Jasper is the new Noles QB (God help us all), Alice, Bella, and Rose are still in school and Emmett is a trainer down in Tallahassee. Edward will be playing the Jags this season, so I imagine we'll see the whole gang then, not to mention phone calls and visits. So, no worries there! I just can't get Jaspy high til football season is over. It's a hard, sad thing for me, too!

I think those were the big ones, if you have anything else you wanna know, feel free to ask. More below.

Getting Blitzed Chapter 2

This shit sucked. Normally I didn't mind getting dressed up in a suit and eating fancy food while listening to boring speeches. I'd had plenty of that shit over the years, thanks to my grandparents, parents, and of course football. But the past couple of years, I'd had Reed Girl at my side to make the boring speeches a lot fucking better by letting me feel her up under the table or vice versa. I needed her here and soon. This alone shit fucking sucked.

The Giants were having a banquet so we could celebrate the upcoming season and get to know some of the execs that kept the business end of the team running. Yep, it was as fucking boring as it sounded. I could imagine about seven billion things I'd rather be doing than fiddling with my tie while the VP of financing gave us a crash course on the salary cap. What the fuck did that even matter? I got a good chunk of the change, for a rookie anyway. When my contract was negotiated in another four years, I'd be a lot more interested in cap space. For now, I didn't give a shit.

"Do you think he picks up girls by telling them where they'd rank on the rookie pay scale?" Sammy muttered, making me laugh. At least everyone else was as fucking bored as I was.

"I'd love to see him try. Do you think it would take him more than five seconds to get slapped?" I asked.

"Ten tops," Colin Davis, one of my lineman, supplied.

"Please, all that mofo has to do is pull up in his Rolls, wearing that expensive-ass suit, and chicks would fall in line." Brady Turner, another lineman, shook his head bitterly.

I raised an eyebrow at him, and Sammy laughed. "Bro got turned down hard at the club last night. He's a bit bitter."

"I didn't get shot down. She had a boyfriend." He glared at all of us, daring one of us to contradict him.

"If her boyfriend is Paul, sure, 'cause I saw her leaving with him last night." Colin was just as big as Brady was, and he wasn't afraid to piss him off.

"Whatever. She wasn't worth it anyway. Where were you, Cullen? Afraid you can't hang with us? Can't you pull in any prime pussy?"

I smirked at that. Was he fucking kidding? Look at me. I had the most prime of all. And Reed Girl would kill me if I ever had the balls to verbalize that. "I've got all I could ever want, man."

"That's right; you've already got a girl, huh? How could you do that to yourself? Do you know how many girls would give their right tit to fuck the quarterback of the New York Giants?" Sammy shook his head sadly. "I thought you had such potential, man."

I ignored the laughter around me and took a sip of my beer. "My girl puts any chick you could ever hope to pick up to shame, Maddux. Believe it or not, I don't miss the single life one bit." I missed the hell out of Reed Girl, but I didn't feel the need to go to a club and deal with skanky, sweaty girls that wanted me for my money. And my looks, of course. That went without saying, though.

The scoffs and disbelieving snorts of my teammates didn't bother me at all.

"Come on. You can't tell me you wouldn't hit that hot marketing chick who spoke a little bit ago? I'd like to give her some charity." Brady got a high-five from Colin for that genius remark.

I rolled my eyes. "Dream on, Turner."

"I do dream, Cullen. I have all sorts of hot dreams."

I snickered. "I don't want to hear about them." And I didn't. Waking up with a hard-on every morning that went unfulfilled because the only pussy in my bed was Rainbow sucked ass. December really couldn't get here soon enough.

"Nobody wants to hear about your wet dreams, Brady. Perhaps if you get yourself a girlfriend, you won't have to change your sheets every morning."

The look on his face was priceless. Score one for Cullen.

"Dude, don't even joke about that. I shared a room with that guy during camp," Colin said with a laugh. "I don't wanna know what was going on in that bed."

"I had no idea the budget could be so amusing." They all froze at the husky female voice that came from behind me. Pussies.

"Well, you know, tax shields and profit margins are a riot," I said, turning my head to see that the head of marketing that they were all salivating over was the one who'd spoken. She was blonde, blue-eyed and stacked, wearing a black suit that managed to flatter her, rather than make her look like a man like some did.

She sent me a million-dollar smile and put a hand on my shoulder. "Indeed. Every time I meet with the accountants, I have a stomach ache from laughing so hard." She squeezed me before letting go. "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Heidi Lowell, Public Relations."

I took her offered hand, shaking it and releasing it quickly. It didn't escape my notice that while she offered smiles to the rest of the guys at my table, she didn't offer her hand. "Edward Cullen." But you already knew that, of course.

"Yes, I've been anxious to meet with you. May I join you?"

Before I could decline and make my excuses so I could get the hell out of here, Sammy let her have his seat and moved across the table. I shot him a glare, but he mouthed "she's hot" and abandoned me to her.

I fucking hated marketing, PR people. They wanted to discuss my image, which needed no improvement, obviously. Or they wanted me to pimp some crap to the unsuspecting public. I already had signed contracts with Nike, Rolex, and Mercedes, and Subway was pressing hard to get me to do some commercials for them. I was making more from endorsements than I was my NFL salary at this point.

"What did you want to talk to us about?" I asked, including the boys with me. If I was going to have pimp shit, then so were they.

She grinned. "As you know, I'm in charge of public relations for the Giants. It's my job to get you out in the community, promoting charities and showing that this organization cares about its community."

Crap. It wasn't that I minded charity work, per se, but I hated doing it with cameras rolling. That shit felt fake and forced to me.

"We do care about the community, very much," Brady assured Heidi with a winning smile.

I smirked at his desperate ass. PR chick was not going to hook up with him, I'd bet my salary on that.

"That's what I like to hear, Mr. Turner!"

Ha, she called him Mister. No way was he scoring.

"Now, every year, we like to try to do different fundraisers for the Children's Hospital. We've done auctions and meet-and-greets, football camps, things like that in the past."

That didn't sound so bad. Back in Tally, we'd run some youth camps, and those kids were pretty fucking cool.

"It would have to be after the season, right? I'd be happy to help with football camp." I'd learned a lot at the Manning Academy over the years. I could definitely set my own up here.

"That would be lovely, Edward. We'll get together to talk over the details on that. You're right, though, it would have to be after the season was over. In the meantime, I'm thinking of a three-pronged approach to helping during the season."

She shifted, and her leg rubbed against mine. Was that on purpose? I tensed and inched away from her.

"I'd like to arrange some visits to the hospital, particularly to the cancer ward."

Shit. Sick kids. I hated seeing sick kids. I'd done that a few times, and it always made me feel like shit for being strong and healthy. But I knew that it made them happy, and that was really what it was all about. I nodded my head mutely, as did the other guys at the table.

"Next, I was hoping to do a calendar. I'm sure you've heard how popular the New York City firefighters calendar is every year? We'd like to do our own, with proceeds going to the hospital."

Hold on a fucking minute. "Just what kind of photos are we talking here?" I wasn't a fool. Those firefighter calendars were generally shirtless guys wearing overalls and big smiles.

She laughed as she put her hand on my forearm. "Nothing untoward, I promise!"

"Damn, I like untoward," Brady told her, laying it on thick.

Like anyone was going to fork out ten bucks to see his naked ass? I didn't fucking think so.

She shook her head, and I shrugged her hand off my arm. I was getting a distinct vibe from this chick, and I didn't like it. She wasn't one I could just be a dick to and blow off, since we both technically worked for the same company.

"I was thinking pictures of you guys working out, practice pictures, maybe a shirtless shot or two." Fucking hell, the way her eyes raked over me when she said those words made it clear just who she wanted to be shirtless and grinning on the cover.

"I don't know if that would be appropriate for a children's charity," I told her through clenched teeth. I was not a piece of meat, damn it. And Reed Girl would fucking hate it if I posed shirtless for a calendar. I had no issues with my body, but I wasn't posing with some cheesy smile. That's not who I was.

"You'll find that very few charities truly care where the money comes from, as long as it comes. And we're not doing anything distasteful, trust me."

"I'm sure you can find twelve guys ready and willing to pose for you," I said, making it clear that I wasn't volunteering.

"I'm in!" Sammy told her, getting a bright smile in return.

The others gave their assent as well, while I sat silently waiting for prong three in her stupid plan. I didn't think I was going to like it any more than I liked prong two.

"Last year, we auctioned off signed memorabilia-pictures, helmets, game-worn jerseys, and the like. It brings in a lot of money."

That I could do. I'd sign shit until my arm fell off. No problem.

"Sounds good," I said, hoping she'd move along and pitch her ideas to some other tables.

"This year, I'd like to do that as well as a bachelor's auction. The Cardinals were part of something like that a couple years ago and it was very successful."

The eyes of my teammates got comically wide at that suggestion. Those horny assholes were already picturing hundreds of hot women bidding to date them. They could have it.

Sammy mouthed the words "so fucking hot," and Brady wiped some drool from his face. Colin just sat up straight and smiled awkwardly. What was wrong with those fuckers? Were they that anxious to have lonely old women buy them for the night?

"I'm sure that would be a big moneymaker for you."

"As our new starting quarterback, Edward, I'd like you to be the last one we auction off. I'm sure there'd be a lot of ladies that would be willing to give money to charity to spend an evening with you." And yeah, her leg brushed against mine again. Fuck this noise.

I started to push back my chair, when the sweetest voice I'd ever heard spoke up. "I'm afraid that he's not a bachelor and his fiancée wouldn't be too keen on the idea of women bidding on him. But we'll be sure to make a generous donation to the charity of choice."

Thank fuck. Everybody at the table disappeared as I turned my head and my eyes met the most beautiful brown ones I'd ever seen. I almost knocked PR lady on the floor as I stood and reached for her, almost afraid that she was an illusion. She had to be, because she was supposed to be in Tallahassee studying for an econ test. But no, she was in front of me, and she was poured into a midnight-blue silk dress that accented her beautiful curves and was cut low to reveal the tops of the two most fantastic breasts that God had ever created.

"Reed Girl?" I asked softly, afraid that I had conjured her up in my desperation to be away from this conversation.

"Hey, Champ." Her smile was bright, and her scent hit my nose assuring me she was here. She was really here, and instead of staring at her, I needed to be touching her right away. I pulled her into my arms, and my lips met hers, and finally, the world felt right again. I slid my hands down her sexy back and clamped on to her ass as I devoured her soft lips.

I couldn't say how long we kissed before the throat clearing and laughter behind me penetrated my skull. I pulled back but didn't turn away from my girl. "What the fuck do you want?" I asked, making her laugh.

"Um, I was just afraid that you might start undressing in the middle of the room and while most of us would probably appreciate the show, Coach might get pissed and make you do gassers again."

Sammy had a point. I sighed and turned, wrapping my arm around Reed Girl and turning to face my teammates. PR lady looked as if she'd sucked on a lemon, which was fucking hilarious. Trust my girl to have perfect timing to tell that bitch that nobody was getting her hands on her man, especially not her.

"Bella, this is Sammy Maddux, Colin Davis, and Brady Turner. Guys, this is my fiancée, Bella Swan." I toyed with not introducing PR chick but figured it would be rude not to. But I wasn't going to do it right. "And this is the head of public relations, Heather."

"It's Heidi," she corrected with a tight smile. "It's very nice to meet you."

Reed Girl held out a hand, forcing Heidi to shake. "And you as well. Sorry to interrupt your meeting. I'd love to hear more about your charitable plans. Edward and I are always happy to get involved with the community."

"Yes, well, as I told the boys, we do hospital visits and auction off signed memorabilia."

"That sounds wonderful. Edward's father is a doctor, and we've gone to the hospital numerous times to visit children. It's one of the most rewarding things we've ever done, isn't it, Edward?"

I loved how my girl made it clear that she and I are a unit. I needed her along when I visited hospital anyway; she kept me from saying stupid shit. "Yeah, I told her I had no problem with that one." I smirked internally before I added, "I don't know how I feel about the calendar, though."

Reed Girl chuckled softly. "Well, you do take the best pictures, honey. I always like when you're all sweaty after practice and you dump water over your head. That would make a fun, sexy picture."

And I wouldn't be shirtless. Not that I had an issue with my body, thank you very much. But marketing bitch wasn't going to get to see it.

"That's a pretty good idea, baby. What do you say, Hilda?"

"Heidi," she corrected again, looking more and more irritated.

Ha, it had been a long time since I'd fucked with anybody by changing their name. This was fun as hell.

"And it's a possibility. I haven't put anything together officially yet."

"Well, you be sure to let us know when you do," Reed Girl told her sweetly. "You know, I'm actually pretty close to finishing my marketing degree, and I'd love to brainstorm some ideas with you sometime."

"That would be lovely, I'm sure." Heidi got to her feet. "I must make the rounds. Thanks for volunteering, gentleman. I'll be in touch soon." Her eyes lingered on me for a moment before she headed toward another table. Good riddance.

"I just can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?" Reed Girl asked, laughing as I sat and pulled her onto my lap. Yeah, there was a free chair now that the PR lady was gone, but I wanted her as close as possible. I was ready to pick her up and carry her out of the room right at that moment, actually.

"You know I didn't do anything to encourage her," I started, stopping when Reed Girl put a finger to my lips.

"I know you weren't. I trust you. But I'll be damned if anybody is auctioning you off to the highest bidder, unless that bidder is me."

"You win all the bids, baby." I kissed her again, only coming up for air when my teammates starting hooting. "Fuck you all."

"Well, it's easy to see why he never comes out to the clubs with us. Hello, Miss Bella. I'm Sammy. I know we already met, but I figured my boy here might have scrambled your brains a bit with that kiss."

Reed Girl chuckled and grinned at him. "It's nice to meet you. Edward's told me all about you guys."

"Don't believe a word he's said. I've been searching high and low for Ms. Right, and it turns out he's had you stashed away down in Florida. Bastard." Sammy laughed when I flipped him the bird.

"Stop hitting on my girl. She's not interested."

"Well, I don't know…Did you win a Heisman by any chance?" Reed Girl dissolved into giggles when I tickled her. "Never mind. Even if you did, Edward won two. He wins, unless Archie Griffin comes a callin."

"Funny, baby. Really funny. What are you doing here, anyway?" Not that I minded. She was a dream come true.

"You sounded like this was the last thing you wanted to do alone, so I got a ticket and popped up for a few days." She smiled shyly. "I also got a tryout with the New Jersey Symphony Orchestra. It's a long shot but…" Her words were lost when my lips met hers. I was fucking thrilled for her.

"Baby, that's so great! You're going to blow them away!" Her dream was that she'd be hired by one of the symphonies in the area when she moved up here in December. She wasn't sure what else she really wanted to do with her life, and music was her passion and talent. She deserved this.

She touched my cheek. "I hope so. I want it, badly. I got the call yesterday, and it solidified my plan to come up and surprise you, so I threw all my stuff in a bag, and here I am."

"I'm so glad you made it," I told her, not caring if I sounded like a pussy in front of my teammates. My girl was with me where she belonged, and that was all that mattered.

"Me too."

"I'm clearly not working you hard enough if you have the strength to hold your girl like that, Cullen."

I laughed at Coach. "Coach, this is my fiancée, Bella. Bella, this is Coach Coughlin."

She stood and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you. Edward's told me lots about you."

"None of it fit to repeat, I'm sure." He grinned as he shook her hand. "He's told me all about you as well."

"Hopefully repeatable," she said, ruffling my hair.

He laughed. "Yes. His college coach told me that you made him an even better player. I have to thank you for that."

Reed Girl blushed. "I'm incredibly flattered, but I didn't do anything, really. He's beyond talented."

"You know that's not true. Well, the talented part is," I allowed, making them all laugh. "But you do make me better, baby."

"How do you rein in that ego?" Coach asked Reed Girl, making her cute-ass giggles fill the air.

"Believe it or not, he was a lot worse before we got together. I'm not sure how his head fit in the door."

"My head fits perfectly in…" She cut me off with a hand over my mouth. I licked her palm as everyone laughed.

"On that note, I'm taking my leave. Enjoy your day off tomorrow, and plan on being back at it bright and early on Monday. It was wonderful meeting you, Miss Swan."

"You, too," Reed Girl murmured.

I stood before she could sit back down again after Coach left. I'd had enough of this fucking place. My girl was here, she was sexy as sin, and I hadn't touched her in weeks. It was time to remedy that. I was burning for her.

"Ready to head home, baby?"

She smiled and licked her lips. "Yeah. It was nice…" I didn't let her finish as I tugged her across the room. "Meeting you!" she called, waving at my goggling teammates. "Subtle, Edward."

"If I don't get you home and fuck you right now, I'll take you in the middle of the room, love. It's up to you."

She could hear the desperation in my voice, I was sure. "Take me home and fuck me in all our rooms," she whispered, nibbling my ear.

Fuck yes.

A/N See, Reed Girl is never gonna be away from her man for long! Also, did you catch the First & Ten shout out I worked in? There won't actually be a bachelor auction, been there, wrote that, but I wanted to call back to First for a little fun :)

I debated saying anything about it, but unless you had your head in the sand, you know it's been an awful week in the NFL. I'm not going to defend or justify anything that's been said and done, but I am going to say that there are a lot more good people than bad, in the NFL and in society. If you want a story that will touch your heart in the right way, look into the story of the Cincinnati Bengals and their defensive end Stills, I think his first name is Greg. His daughter has cancer and he was put on the Bengals practice squad specifically so he would have health insurance for her. And now he's been activated to the 53 man roster and proceeds from the sale of his jersey are going to his family and pediatric cancer research. It doesn't justify the rest of the news this week, but maybe it'll bring you a smile like it did me. I'll end by saying abuse is never okay, and I hope and pray that it never touches you or yours. And if it does, I hope you get the help and support you deserve and need. Be good to each other!