I know I know...Drizl bows head. It's been awhile since the last update, but I've been with some of my other stories. Never write more than one story at a time. it's just freaking crazy!

Reminder...I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I'm just borrowing her characters. Also remember this fic is rated M for a reason. Nasty language and Naughty Lemons. If that's not your thing. Do Not Read this story.

Chapter 6

Double Fault

I spent the long night listening to everyone in the house fighting. Alice and Rose had cut off Jasper and Emmett, so no one was happy. During breaks in the yelling, I began to set up a detailed battle plan for the next round. Actually it wasn't all that detailed, I just laid out a few simple steps to take when I got to school. First thing on the agenda was to find Bella and drag her into the auditorium. It was always deserted in the morning, making it the perfect place for our date or rendezvous or whatever the fuck she wanted to call it. It would be a comfortable, private place to dazzle her with my skills. If oral was what she was expecting, then that would be what she was going to get, because I was an ace with my tongue.

Of course, all well laid battle plans usually go up in smoke when a crafty opponent is involved.

I was sitting in my room, watching the light of day slowly creeping up the horizon when my cell phone buzzed.

B: I'm picking U up. Be there at 730

What the fuck? She was picking me up? I was going to have to ride to school in her crappy red truck. Oh wait, this could be a good thing. But still, me in the fucking ugly truck. I suppose I could make anything look good.

E: Do U know where I live?

B:Yes

I couldn't think of anything clever to say, so I just typed in something generic.

E: C U then

It didn't matter. The real game wouldn't start until I was sitting in that fucking truck next to her. That was a really small space. I was going to be nailed with her scent. The thought of sitting in that small cab with her scent swirling around me, made my teeth drip venom and my dick go hard. Fuck, it was still an hour until 7:30. Was I going to have to jerk off again?

Thank fucking God I didn't loose a point every time I got a hard-on because of her. I'd be down about 100-1. Oh wait, I didn't even a full fucking point yet. So if you're going to get technical about the whole scoring thing, it would be 100.5 to .5.

Goddamn Bella Swan.

I groaned as my dick pressed against the buttons of my jeans. I trudged into the bathroom holding my dick again. This was getting fucking old. I was tired of cleaning up spunk, tired of jacking myself off and tired of getting blue balls every time I saw or thought about Bella. This was going to be the last time. No more would I need this. She was going to do the work today. Well, after this one last time.

I'd already taken a shower and everyone in the house was starting to wonder if I was going OCD since I was in the shower everytime I needed relief from Bella. I unbuttoned my jeans, grabbed some lotion and got to work. I think my dick was actually getting sore from all this punishment. My dick needed the liquid of a woman's pussy not fucking lotion.

A growl escaped my mouth as I thought about Bella again. I closed me eyes, letting my mind wander around her body. From the long dark hair spilling over her breasts to the creamy white skin of her thighs. I imagined the taste of her hot blood dripping down my throat as I plunged my fangs into her thigh.

"Goddamn it!" I groaned and jizzed all over the floor.

I looked at the mess in front of me. Well, fuck, now she had me down on my hands and knees, cleaning my spunk off the floor. I was not going to concede a point for this, even though she probably deserved one. I did NOT just fucking say that shit.

I looked up at the clock. It was closing in on 7:30 and I needed to tell Emmett he was driving today.

This day was not starting out how I had planned. Cleaning up more spunk had not been in the battle plans, but hopefully my recent activity would help keep my dick in check if Bella decided to torture me again.

I stepped out of my bathroom to find Emmett sitting on my bed.

"Er, I was just coming to find you," I muttered, wondering if he had heard my latest bathroom rumble.

"I'm sure you were," he said, rolling his eyes and looking at my open fly.

"Fuck," I hissed and quickly buttoned up my jeans.

"Look Edward, you need to do something today about Bella. Better yet, just give it to her, so Jazz and I can go back to getting it here."

"Hey, it's not my fault Rose and Alice cut you guys off," I grunted.

"Yeah, Edward, it is. Alice thinks you need to be taught a lesson and she has recruited Rose to help her with her cause. They are both sick of how you treat women. Alice was blabbering on about love and some other crap I didn't understand, so you need to fix this shit."

I glowered at Emmett for a second and then I heard a horn honking.

"Look, I have to go. You guys are on your own today. I'm riding to school with Bella," I said.

"Just fucking get it right today, Edward," Emmett snarled.

I grunted at him and left him sitting on my bed. He was muttering about lack of action cramping his style.

Alice met me at the bottom of the stairs but I quickly stepped around her. I didn't need her in my face too.

She stamped her foot and yelled at me. "Edward, you are going to have to talk to me sooner or later."

I turned my back on her, dismissing her with a casual wave. I was so going to pay for that. I'm sure she was still pissed when I blew her off to go see Tanya.

Fuck, I had crazy women coming at me from every direction. No wonder I was screwing up everything.

I couldn't think about Alice anymore. I needed to get ready for this next match. I adjusted my equipment and headed out to Bella and her fucking ugly ass truck.

She was leaning up against the door, wearing the shortest black skirt I had ever seen. It bordered on obscene. I could see nothing but bare leg begging to be touched. This had to be illegal. Didn't you have to wear white or something when you played tennis? Wasn't there something in the rule book about how short a skirt could be? Where was the line judge when you needed one? Were we still playing tennis? I was getting confused.

Someone whistled from the house. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jazz standing on the porch, waving a white towel. Could you throw in the towel during a tennis game? I flipped him off.

It didn't help one's confidence when the crowd was hostile and abusive. I had enough problems dealing with the opponent.

"Hey Cullen," Bella said.

"Swan," I mumbled, brushing by her.

Holy fuck I shouldn't have walked that close to her. Her scent went straight up my nose. I had to shut the breathing down before my dick literally jumped out of my pants and attacked her. I needed to keep my mind in the game and going down was the objective today. Actually, I think my objective was to get blown and possibly find out if Bella Swan swallowed. That would be good for some bonus points for me.

I opened the passenger door and climbed in the cab. Sweet motherfucking shit, it was really small in here. Bella slid into the driver's seat. I stopped breathing again and tried to keep my eyes locked on the driveway.

She jammed the truck in gear and sped down the road. I looked back at the house. Fucking Jasper was still on the porch waving that goddamn white towel. Glad to know my own brother had faith in me.

Fucker.

I decided to take the initiative and rush the net. God, I hope we were still on the fucking tennis court, because if we weren't I didn't know what the hell I was going to do. Why couldn't Bella just be a normal chick whose mind I could break into and then I could just fuck her and be done with it.

I took a sideways glance at her. Could I just fuck her once or twice and be done with her? Holy shit, did I just think that? I was Edward fucking Cullen, I did not date chicks. I fucked them.

"Christ, get back in the game," I muttered to myself.

"Did you say something Cullen?"

"Er, just that it's a little early to be going to school. I don't have class for another hour," I said.

"I didn't say we were going to school yet," she said as she bit on her lower lip.

My dick quivered. I narrowed my eyes at her and silently told my dick to stay out of this conversation. She could mean we were going for coffee. I was not going to assume anything anymore.

I decided to go for a drop shot and then move in for the smash. I slid across the seat so I was almost touching her. She didn't react. She kept her hands on the steering wheel and her eyes focused on the road. What the hell? She was able to return everything I was hitting at her. I needed to change up the game a little, maybe toss in a slice backhand or two, and add some more spin to the ball.

I laid my hand on her knee. Her skin was warm and soft and very inviting. My dick was begging to get in the game. I ignored it and told myself to focus on her. I wasn't going to worry about myself. Holy fuck, who was saying this shit. Edward Cullen was always looking out for number one. Christ, I must be dropping in rank. Maybe I should call the fucking doctor out to the court. I think I was losing my fricking mind.

Fuck it. I ran my hand up to the hem of her skirt, which really was near her hip. I followed the hem until I came to her center, and then I went for broke, sliding my hand under her skirt. I nearly choked. What the fuck was she wearing under this skirt? It felt like a tiny piece of string. So much venom filled my mouth, I actually thought about spitting it on the floor. I swallowed loudly. Bella snickered and turned the wheel of the truck so quickly it made me slam into her body. Obviously we were leaving the highway. My hand slipped across her hot crotch causing her to hiss in my ear. I looked up to see us heading toward a very large tree.

"Fuckin' A, Swan," I shouted. "Hit the goddamn brakes!"

She slammed down on them, sending my head into the fucking dashboard. I glanced over at her to make sure she was okay before I went into playing up my injury. Of course, I really wasn't hurt. One small bump on the head didn't do anything to a vampire. The mark would be gone in seconds, but I figured a little injury time-out may be to my advantage.

"Edward, are you okay," she yelped.

"I think so," I stuttered, laying it on a little thick.

"Let me see," she said, yanking my hands away from my head. I wondered if there was any sort of mark left? She moved my hair off my forehead, checking for any telltale injuries.

"I thought you hit your head," she said.

"I did. Maybe the injuries are internal," I moaned, rolling my eyes.

She still had her hands plastered against my face. This was my opportunity to move in for the kill. Wrong choice of words, but you know what I mean.

I grabbed her, yanking her to me. Of course, the force of the movement caused her body to smash into the steering wheel.

"Fuck Cullen, that hurt," she snapped at me.

"Er, sorry," I mumbled.

She was rubbing her side. I was now standing at the back of the court totally fucking off my game. I growled and decided to try this again, but this time with a little bit more grace.

"I'm sorry," I said again.

I moved slowly, running my hand up through her thick dark hair. I turned her face to mine and gently placed a very chaste kiss on her soft lips. I think I heard her sigh. Well, fuck, I must be on to something. I tried to maneuver her so I could have more access to the center of her court.

There was an awful lot of grunting as we tried to position ourselves. Goddammit, there wasn't a hell of a lot of room in this fucking truck. At least the shift was on the steering column and not in the middle of the seat.

She was half laying down, leaning up against the driver's door. I think the door handle was jamming her in the back. She did not look fucking comfortable.

I tried to position myself over her. Jesus Christ, I felt like a fucking contortionist. Did we switch to gymnastics or something.

Fucking A.

"This is not fucking working Cullen. Could you just move," she grunted and lifted her knee up and caught me right in the family jewels. I collapsed on her.

"SHHHIIITTTT!" I groaned, grabbing my package.

"You're fucking crushing me, Cullen," she gasped, clawing at my back.

My voice was up about two octaves and I couldn't get any words to come out of my mouth. She was trying to push me off of her.

"Give me a fucking minute," I hissed.

It took me a few seconds before I noticed my face was buried in her boobs. My cock was still throbbing, but now it was for different reasons. I went for broke and popped a button on her shirt with my fucking teeth. She gasped when I shoved my tongue under the lace of her black bra, catching a bit of her nipple. She arched her back. Finally, I was doing something right. I went for a second ace, shifting my weight so I could get my hands under her skirt. Christ, this was awkward.

Bella tried to sit up, and I really don't know what fucking happened next but somehow the she hit the door handle and the door popped open. She almost fell out of the cab. This was not going well. It was becoming a comedy errors instead of hot session of blow jobs and eating out.

"Pull me up, Cullen," she yelled as she was half hanging out the truck. I managed to sit back up and pull Bella into the truck. "This isn't fucking working."

"No shit," I growled.

"Don't blame me, rookie," she grumbled.

"You can't be fucking serious," I growled back.

"Yes," she grumbled and folded her arms over her chest.

"Fuck that shit, Swan," I said as I pulled her on top of me in one smooth motion. I grabbed her hair, pulling her lips down to mine. She was lucky I didn't just bite her on the neck for being such a pain in the ass. She moaned, out fucking loud, when my tongue collided with hers. Holy Fuck, she tasted so damn good I was starting to forget the main objective of this game.

"I wrapped my arms around her, crushing her to my chest. My God, she felt good.

No fucking sighing Cullen.

"Oh Cullen," she moaned into my mouth. I could feel my dick pressing up against her thigh, begging for release. Her hand was roaming on my leg. I raised my hips in fucking desperation, trying to get her to cop a feel.

I decided to forget the game plan all together. I reached under her skirt, searching for the motherland. I came in contact with hot wet pussy. Fucking A. My brain was clouding and I didn't know what I was doing anymore. I took a deep breath, bombarding myself with the sweet smell of her lust. Fuck I wanted a taste of everything.

She moaned as I slid my fingers under that thin strip of fabric she was calling underwear. Then things sort of went to fucking hell again. I was about to slip a finger into her wetness, when she must have kicked her foot back and hit the fucking gear shift. We had been parked on a small incline because the truck started fucking moving. I tried to shove her off me, but I wasn't fast enough. A few seconds later and we plowed into the fucking big ass tree. We hit with enough force that Bella almost fell to the floor of the truck. I, of course, hit my fucking head again.

She sat up so fast, her head hit me in the jaw causing me to bite my own lip. I tasted blood which made my venom flow and my dick jump to attention.

"Fuck," we both shouted.

She rubbed her head and jumped out of the truck. I sucked away my blood and glanced in the mirror to check the wound, but it had already disappeared. I crawled out of the truck, grumbling about the crappiness of this game.

The tree had more damage than the truck. I don't think the truck had a mark on it. I was however, standing knee deep in fucking mud with a hard fucking dick and nothing except some of Bella's lust on my fingers. I glanced over at her and shoved my fingers into my mouth, getting a small taste of essence of Bella. I think I fucking moaned out loud again. Christ, I was probably going to lose a point for excessive noise.

"We better go," Bella snorted. She climbed back into her truck and started it up. She backed up a little, turned the wheel and managed to get stuck. Fuck, could this day get any better.

"Do something, Cullen," she shouted out the window.

I sneered at her and went to give the truck a shove when she hit the fucking gas and sprayed me with mud. Just fucking great.

Bella put the truck in park and jumped out. She didn't even try to suppress her laughter, instead she snorted in my face and burst out laughing.

"Oh my fucking God, Cullen, I'm..." she stammered, holding her side. "I'm sorry, but at least we're not stuck anymore." She laughed some more.

I tried to wipe some of the mud off, but I was splattered with it. It was in my hair, my eyes, my jeans were spotted with it and my shirt was a fucking disaster.

"Let's go," she said in between fits of laughter.

For a few seconds I actually thought about grabbing her and throwing her into the mud. Maybe a little mud wrestling was on the card.

"Just drop me at my house," I snarled. "I obviously need a shower."

Neither of us spoke on the way back to my house. I just sat still, staring out the window, feeling the fucking mud starting to harden. She pulled into my driveway and parked the truck. I swore under my breath, got out and started walking to up to the house.

"Hey Cullen," Bella shouted. "Wait for me."

Wait for me? What the fuck was she planning next? I stopped and let her catch up with me. She patted me on the ass. I guess that was her way of telling me this round was a fucking draw. A disaster, but a draw. Neither of us got anything out of that fucking game. I decided I would smash my tennis racket and then graciously retire.

Bella 3.5 Edward .5

OMG ~ I just had to tell you that the truck spraying mud really happened to a friend of mine. It was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen! BAHAHAHA! See the little review button down there? Please, please push it and let me know what you think. Thanks To Everyone who is reading this story! You guys are the greatest and I do appreciate you all! Drizl