I live for the burn.
Sweat pouring down my back in this nowhere gym, lungs screaming through one more set. Discipline is my god. Distractions? They get you benched. Or worse.
But he changes the rules.
Coach's ride-or-die best friend, all that quiet strength and shadowed eyes that pin me harder than any deadlift. He lingers after practice, watching me towel off in the humid haze. Bodies inches apart, breaths falling into rhythm we can't name. I feel it twist in my gut-the raw pull to drop the weights and drop to him.
I tell myself it's b******t.
Just post-workout adrenaline, needing release from the grind. Except his fingers graze mine passing a water bottle, and my skin ignites. Steady hands that promise to hold me down, break me open. He's the wrong side of thirty years older, the one man wired into my world who could nuke it all. Coach's trust. My shot at glory. The control I've bled for.
Yet every stolen second shreds me.
He corners me against the lockers one night, voice low like gravel under tires. Tells me I'm his to wreck. And God, I yield-sweat-slicked, gasping, arching into the possession I've craved but never admitted. His mouth on my throat. Hands mapping every tense muscle until defiance crumbles to need. It's filthy salvation, this age-defying hunger. Forbidden as hell.
Now the haze clears, and panic claws.
One wrong move, and my career implodes. Coach finds out his golden boy begged for ruin from his own inner circle? Done. But walking away feels like ripping out my spine. He's the protector I never knew I needed, the obsession shredding my edges.
How do I chase the win when surrendering to him might be the only victory that matters?
A full-length age gap forbidden possessive erotic romance featuring a driven athlete and his coach's older protector.
