Merry Christmas, Darling: Model Love, #2

By Megan Slayer

Kenley wants just one present for Christmas. Can Peter deliver?

 

Reconnecting for Kenley Kissinger and Peter Barnes ended up being hotter than they'd ever expected. A model and a computer geek? Who knew? But now it's the holidays. Peter's retirement from the modeling business isn't quite as settled as he'd planned. He spends more nights away from the man he loves than with him. Will the holidays bring these two together for good or be the faux-snow covered disaster that tears them apart?

 

Peter isn't about to give up on his man, but there are others who want to intrude on their relationship. It's up to Peter and Kenley to decide how happy they want their holiday to be.

 

NOTE: This book has been reedited for this reissued version.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Megan Slayer
• Release date: Feb 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201721251

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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Merry Christmas, Darling

Model Love, book 2

by

Megan Slayer

Merry Christmas, Darling

Model Love, Book 2

Copyright © 2022, Megan Slayer

Edited by Kris Jacen

Cover Art by WZDesigns

Published by Megan Slayer Publishing

Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

Electronic Release: February 2022

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

NOTE: This book has been reedited for this reissued version.

Kenley wants just one present for Christmas. Can Peter deliver?

Reconnecting for Kenley Kissinger and Peter Barnes ended up being hotter than they’d ever expected. A model and a computer geek? Who knew? But now it’s the holidays. Peter’s retirement from the modeling business isn’t quite as settled as he’d planned. He spends more nights away from the man he loves than with him. Will the holidays bring these two together for good or be the faux-snow covered disaster that tears them apart?

Peter isn’t about to give up on his man, but there are others who want to intrude on their relationship. It’s up to Peter and Kenley to decide how happy they want their holiday to be.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About the Author

More from Megan Slayer

For the Lucky Ducks

For JPZ

Chapter One

I t’s two days until Christmas. Do you know who you’re fucking? Peter Barnes strolled into the kitchen of the house he shared with his fiancé, Kenley Kissinger. He grasped the back of one of the barstools and stared at Kenley. Hello? Are you in there?

Twinkle lights had been draped across the bar and around every window in the home. Fake snow lay on the table and on the windowsills. One of three trees they’d purchased stood in the corner. Lights decorated the tree, as well as shiny glass balls. Peter wanted a dildo on the top of the tree, but Kenley won out and they used a star instead. Christmas morning he’d get his way and there would be a dildo on that tree.

Peter watched Kenley chop carrots. His partner seemed to ignore him. Something about Kenley’s quietness unnerved Peter. Kenley tended to talk a lot, but he also fell into depression from time to time. Because of the holiday? Something else? Peter wasn’t sure. He wanted to be there for his partner and to console him. The handsome man didn’t deserve to suffer alone.

Hello? Earth to Kenley. He rounded the counter and eased up behind Kenley. He stilled his partner’s hands. Want to let me in and talk to me? When he kissed Kenley’s neck, he realized his lover had in his nearly invisible wireless earbuds. So that’s why Kenley didn’t respond...

Kenley placed the knife on the cutting board and twisted around in Peter’s arms. He grinned, then pulled the earbuds from his ears. Hi. I didn’t realize you were home. He kissed Peter, smashing his mouth onto Peter’s. Missed you. He rested his forehead against Peter’s and ground his crotch against the bulge in Peter’s pants. Dreamed about you and masturbated yesterday morning. I couldn’t wait.

Fuck, that’s hot. Makes me wish I’d come home even earlier. I would’ve liked to have watched you jack off. He groaned and closed his eyes. Sex with Kenley was like nothing else. They didn’t just fuck, they touched, teased and kissed all over the place. Heat simmered within him and another groan bubbled in his throat.

Ready to fuck me? Kenley’s eyebrows bobbed. A little extra Christmas cheer?

You bet your ass. You. Now. Over the arm of the couch. Drop your pants. He swatted Kenley’s ass and nudged him into the living room. Along the way, Kenley did as told and unbuttoned his pants. He glanced over his shoulder and jiggled his ass cheeks.

Brat. Peter retrieved a bottle of lube from the desk drawer. Since they’d decided to get married, they’d agreed to go bare. He treasured the ability to be completely free with Kenley. Hell, he treasured everything about his lover. He popped the button on his pants, then shoved the soft cotton down his thighs. The pants puddled around his ankles, making it hard to walk, but he didn’t care. He kicked out of the cumbersome clothing and his dress shoes. He dribbled lube onto his hand, then stroked himself. The moment he touched his cock, he knew this time with Kenley wouldn’t last long. He stroked twice, then slapped Kenley’s ass again.

"Fuck, you’re spurring