Doing It for the Coach by Tamsin Flowers

Author:Tamsin Flowers [Flowers, Tamsin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Published: 2014-02-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

I woke up to the sound of Scott jacking off in the en suite. He was grunting louder than the shower at full blast, so I stuck my head under the pillow and waited several minutes before emerging. The fight was in the late afternoon and as training was a no-no, there was no particular hurry to be up and about. I had brunch after my weighin, carb loading and grabbing a couple of bananas against cramp, then I went down to the locker room in the gym to get a massage.

Of course, I ran into Moreno. That much was a given but what I wasn’t prepared for was to find him in a huddle with Coach Perry. They stopped talking as soon as they saw me and even had the decency to look guilty. But I saw red.

“What the fuck?” I spat, stepping up to where they cowered just outside the physio’s office.

Perry drew himself up to his full height and menaced me good.

“Calm down, soldier,” he said.

I didn’t hear his explanation. I ducked into the nearest changing room. I didn’t care. If he was giving Moreno tips, it proved he didn’t want me to win. And if he didn’t want me to win, I could hardly believe I stood a chance with him in any other way. I slammed my left fist against one of the lockers and pain exploded down my forearm.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I’d grazed the skin and it was bleeding but what was more worrying was the throb of pain radiating from my centre knuckle up through my wrist. Biggest fucking fight of my non-existent career and I go and do this. Meissen came in and stood staring at me as I examined the damage.

“Get some ice, would you?” I said, without looking up.

He came back with the physio, who took one look and said the words every boxer dreads hearing.

“You shouldn’t be fighting with that. Looks like you cracked your knuckle bad. Get down to the MTF for an X-ray in case you need to have it set.”

The fuck I would.

Meissen caught the look in my eye and hurried the physio out of the room. When he came back, I took the ice away from my fist. It was swollen and there was the beginning of a black bruise spreading across the back of my hand.

“Jesus, Jackson. You gonna go ahead?”

“Wrap it for me, would you?”

Meissen wrapped both my fists, taking extra care with my left hand and building up an extra layer of padding. With ten minutes till fight time, he gingerly pulled my gloves on for me and laced them up. The pain was excruciating, but I was going to have to fight through it if I was going to prove to that bastard Perry that I was worth of a place on the team.

Walking into the ring was my first taste of what a professional fight might be like. The Army, making up by far the biggest slice of the audience,

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