All Chapters of Craving my father-in-law : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Avery’s POV No, no, it can’t be. My sub from last night is the respectable Doctor Holcomb? My future father-in-law? How did this even happen? He wasn’t supposed to be --- How could? He stands as we approach, holding my eyes. In the daylight, he is even more stunning: gorgeous brows, stunning eyes, an aura of mystique that didn’t quite show last night when I had him on his knees. He is wearing a white shirt with two loose buttons that exposes his hairy chest where, if I peer closely, I can see the red welts I left on his body. “Joe, son, look at you!” he says, hugging his son. They slap each other’s backs, rocking back and forth while I stand behind them, waiting. My breath hitches, skin prickling. I am short of words. “Dad, I want you to meet my fiancée, Avery Pope!” Joe says when their hug breaks. He steps out of the way so I can come face-to-face with his father. For a second or two, we just stare at each other. The tension bristles in the air. I ro

Avery’s POV TWO WEEKS LATER “Baby, have a taste. I love this cake,” Joe says, shoving a spoon of lemon cake in my mouth. I chew slowly before swallowing. “it’s nice but we are not having lemon cake in our wedding.” The baker laughs. “Of course not, Ms. Pope. If you could just follow me, we have a wide array of selections for you,” she says. Joe is far more excited about this wedding than I am. In the past two weeks, I’ve been distracted by his father. I can’t stop thinking about Gideon. I haven’t spoken to him. I’ve avoided every meeting that involves him. I hate who I become around him. I hate lying to Joe. I hate how excited Gideon makes me. “Sweetie, are you even listening to me?” Joe asks, snapping his fingers in my face. “Honey, you are the cake expert. I’m sure I’ll trust anything you pick out.” Joe exchanges a curious look with the vendor. He pulls me aside. “Baby, is everything okay? You’ve been distracted. Is there something I should know about?” he

Gideon’s POV She springs away from me, fixing her clothes. There is a sense of danger in the air, an excitement that comes from knowing Joe could barge through that door any second. It makes my dick harden even more. I feel like I’m tiptoeing on the edge of a mountain, waiting to be pushed over. It is almost self-destructive but I’ve been feeling like that ever since I met her. She has made me desperately destructive. From the moment I met her at Velvet, I knew she had a dark pull. She is a Delilah planting her roots inside me. I can’t stop imagining losing myself inside her. Like falling into a well without a bottom. She dominates my mind. I am breathless with longing. I want her to make me hers! I want her to choose me forever. “What are you doing? Stand up!” Avery snaps at me when she sees I’m still kneeling. Joe is still pounding on the door. “Dad!” he calls out, yanking at the doorknob which is tightly locked. I like the look of horror on Avery’s face as

Avery’s POV Gideon’s face is a portrait of desperation and fear as he grips me, examining my hand. “Shit, shit, shit, what the fuck did you do to her, Joe!?” he screams at his own son who seems a little too stunned to even speak. “Um, um, I didn’t mean to. I swear to God, it was an accident!” Joe defends himself. His voice quivers. The only thing Joe hates more than embarrassment is exposing his own mistakes to the world. This was supposed to be a wonderful engagement party. Instead, it has exposed our relationship issues: Joe’s rage, my self-destructiveness aggravated by my attraction to his father. The whole party is watching us. I can sense their eyes, and judgment; their lips whispering in heated tones. “She’s gonna need some stitches,” comes Jeffrey’s voice. Gideon turns my hand around slowly. It’s almost as if he’s holding his breath. I start to feel weird about his reaction. My fiancé is not even as concerned as he is. Joe feels more embarrassed and aware of