Cruising Future Father-in-Law

cruising future father-in-law BOOK 1 IN “MY FUTURE FATHER-IN-LAW” CLAY WALKER Copyright © 2023 Clay Walker All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. If you enjoy this sort of work, please consider leaving a rating or review and following my Amazon Author Page. It takes less than a minute and really helps bump these stories in the Amazon algorithm. For leaving a rating or review, just follow the steps Amazon provides for you at the end of this eBook. For following my Author Page, click here! Additionally, there will be a link at the back of this book to sign up for my newsletter to receive exclusive updates on sequels and other upcoming projects. Enjoy the story. contents About I. The Look 1. August 2. Pierce 3. August 4. Pierce 5. August 6. Pierce 7. August 8. Pierce 9. August 10. Pierce 11. August 12. Pierce 13. August II. The Cruise 14. Pierce 15. August 16. Pierce 17. August 18. Pierce 19. August 20. Pierce 21. August 22. Pierce 23. August 24. Pierce 25. August 26. August 27. Pierce III. The Turn Away 28. August 29. Pierce 30. August 31. Pierce 32. August 33. Pierce 34. August IV. The Hookup 35. Pierce 36. August 37. Pierce 38. August 39. Pierce 40. August and Pierce Up Next… Newsletter About the Author about August: Men. I didn’t know I was interested until I met Pierce Cloud. Rugged, rich, adventurous, masculine as hell—he’s everything I didn’t know I craved. But he’s my fiancée’s father. Off-limits. If only we didn’t need him to fund the wedding, then I might be able to say no when he asks us to join him for a seven-day Caribbean cruise. I’m not sure I can handle being on a small ship in the middle of the ocean with Pierce in such close proximity. He’s my future father-in-law... so why do I get the feeling he’s about to turn my life, and my sexuality, inside out? Pierce: I don’t do settling down. That’s why my daughter and I have our arrangement: I fund her life, and we both get to do what we want. I thought she took after me, until I get the news she’s getting married. From the moment I meet August Taylor, I know something isn’t right. He looks at me like he wants to see me naked, and hell if I don’t feel the same way: His dark beard, the hint of a tattoo under his suit-jacket sleeve... More than that, though, I get the feeling August is hiding something, and I’m determined to figure out what, before he seals the deal with my daughter. So I invite them both on a seven-day Caribbean cruise, free of charge. When August and I start cruising each other instead of the ocean, it’s clear something has sparked between us. But just how far can we take it before the truth comes out? From New York City to Cozumel, Jamaica and back again, Cruising Future Father-in-Law is a contemporary m/m romance that is full of taboo sex, steam, and true love despite crazy—and sometimes, very awkward—odds. MM / Taboo / Age Gap / First Time / Straight to Gay PART ONE the look ONE august When I first laid eyes on my future father-in-law, Chrissy and I were arguing about paint samples. I set the paint tile on the restaurant table and scooted it to her like this was a card game. “Obviously,” I said, “he’s just late.” The waiter came over, refilled both our glasses with ice-water. She looked between us, silently asking if we needed anything else. After an awkward pause, I said, “I think we're good. Thank you.” She left, flashing us one of those service smiles that didn’t reach her eyes. “He just usually texts this sort of thing,” Chrissy said, checking her phone. I had to laugh. “What?” she asked, scowling. “Do you think it’s changed in the last thirty seconds?” “No,” she said, “I just...” “You’re worried. But—look...” I reached across the paint tiles and took both her hands in mine. “It’s all going to be fine.” But inside I couldn't have felt worse. Nerves were writhing around in my gut. Pierce Cloud, my future father-in-law, had been more or less absent in Chrissy's life for the last decade—an arrangement they'd both agreed on, even though it still made me uncomfortable. The man had money, though, and he was in town for once in like a blue moon. So here we were, getting ready to ask if he might be able to help fund some of the wedding. Chrissy had an excellent job, one that paid enough that we could get a decent condo in New York City—a metric that would be laudable for anyone in their mid-twenties. And I had a steady stream of translation clients coming into my inbox. But neither of us had the savings sufficient for the kind of wedding Chrissy wanted. And shouldn’t that mean we should be discussing cake flavors and wedding dresses instead of paint tiles? I thought. But, no, if there was one thing Chrissy had wanted to talk about non-stop, it was the new condo we’d just moved into. “Okay, though, seriously,” she said, taking another tile out of her purse; how quickly my girl could pivot. “Eggshell, ivory, or porcelain?” I looked between the three, knowing that there had to be some difference between them. Even in the dim, warm light from the restaurant, there was a difference. Just not one that mattered much. Of course, I could give her my opinion,