Redemption: A British Stepbrother Romance by Jessica Ashe Read Free Book Online

taken over a huge training centre with eight different rugby pitches and some football pitches that we took over for training drills. There was more than enough room for the different age groups of both the boys and the girls.
    Fortunately, I didn’t have to deal with the boys’ teams all that much, because my role was to help promote the game among girls. It would be better if there were some prominent female role models to do the job, but there weren’t any famous female rugby players; hence we put this training camp together.
    I’d managed to convince England Rugby that the experience would be better for everyone if some of the girls were from countries outside of England because “the girls will learn from each other.” That was just a ruse to bring Maisie here, of course, but it had worked.
    I’d kept an eye on the car park from the second the first player arrived, and had seen Michelle park her rental car and walk over to the field for the under-fifteen girls team. The temptation to go over there immediately and spend the day with Michelle was almost too strong, but I resisted and started with the under-eighteen’s team.
    My appearance was immediately greeted by a series of wolf whistles as the players stopped talking and all turned to face me. I introduced myself, although they clearly knew who I was.
    “I need to practice my tackling, sir,” Jackie said. I recognized her from the training videos I’d watched a few months ago. This girl was as good as they came and could give some men a run for their money.
    “I’m not actually leading the session,” I explained. “I’m just here to oversee everything. But I’ll make sure your coach gives you tackling practice.”
    “Actually, sir, I really think I should practice on you. I reckon I could bring you down on top of me.”
    The girls all laughed and I caught more than one of them mentally undressing me. “I think you should stick to tackling those of your own age,” I replied.
    “I’ve tackled men of your age before, sir,” Jackie said, biting her lip and doing her best to look seductive. “Although never one as big as you.” The girls all burst into laughter and I considered whether coaching the boys might be easier after all.
    “Alright, ladies, enough of that, or I’m going to get in trouble. I’ll make sure to pop by a few times a day to see how you’re all getting on.”
    “Pop by any time, sir,” Jackie yelled out as I walked away.
    I walked over to Michelle where she stood by the touchline watching the under-fifteens warm up. They already looked far more disciplined than the older age group, but that was likely down to the coach.
    I’d assigned them to be under the watchful eye of Terry who had been the one to whip me into shape when I was about Maisie’s age. At fifteen, rugby had ended up dropping down to second in my list of priorities, and Terry helped me remember that rugby might provide more long-lasting pleasure than just trying to get my end away at parties.
    “Sounds like you have quite the fan club over there,” Michelle remarked. “I’m surprised you managed to tear yourself away.”
    “You don’t need to be jealous. They’re far too young for me. I prefer my women to about… How old are you now?”
    “Twenty-four.”
    “About twenty-four.”
    Although the weather was supposed to hit the mid-twenties today, the mornings still tended to be cold, so Michelle had put on jeans and another cardigan on top. At some point, I’d have to find an excuse for her to wear a skirt again. She always used to show off her legs, so it should only be a matter of time. For now, I would just have to use my imagination. Besides, seeing her in the flesh was more than enough for the time being.
    It was still hard to believe she was standing here in front of me. Apart from the odd photo, I hadn’t seen anything of her in eight years. She’d changed a lot in that time. She stood with more confidence. The sixteen-year-old Michelle I’d