I walked into her gym at nineteen with a blown knee, a dead scholarship, and eight dollars to my name.

Dana Boyd was forty-one, owned the place, and out-lifted every man who trained there. She put her hands on me to fix my lift and caught what I felt before I could hide it.

What started as after-hours coaching with the doors locked became the realest thing in my life. She had spent twenty years training herself out of wanting a family. Then she said it plainly: she wanted my baby before the season was out, and she did not care what it cost her.

So we did it on purpose. Cycle-timed, bare, the night before the biggest weekend of my life.

The complete trilogy: Spotting, Riding, and Breeding My Coach, together for the first time.

Over 87k words.

Fully explicit age gap breeding erotic romance.