It’s time for the Snogs in the Snow for Blissemas!! I love this time of year. To celebrate, I’m featuring my new Christmas short, Reconnecting Christmas. I love my male models and hope you do, too. Keep reading. There’s a contest! Yes! All you have to do is comment on the post with your name, email and a comment about the story… and you’re entered to win a copy of Frost Moon. Good luck!!
Short Story from MLR Press
Oliver McNamara knows exactly what he wants for the holidays—his boyfriend to come home. He wants a nice, romantic Christmas with the man he loves. Will he get his perfect present or a lump of coal on the big day?
If Bert gets his way, this will be a holiday Oliver never forgets. But…being a world famous model means Bert doesn’t always set his working hours and giving Oliver what he deserves could be impossible. Can he reconnect with the man he loves over the holidays?
Two hearts will always find a way to become one especially with a little Christmas cheer involved.
Now for that snog!!
© Megan Slayer 2016, All Rights Reserved
“What you do you want?” Bert rested his hands on his hips and flexed his pectoral muscles.
“You.” Oliver fumbled with his shirt, but instead of getting the garment off he ended up tangling himself in the arms. Where was his sophistication when he needed it?
“Roll over.” Bert swatted Oliver’s hip. Just a gentle love tap kind of swat, but it ratcheted up Oliver’s desire.
But…didn’t he have to get naked first? He glanced down at his arms. The shirt seemed to melt away and his legs were already bare. Well, all right. He wished undressing in real life was this quick. He turned onto his belly and flashed his ass at Bert.
“Nice.” Bert swatted Oliver’s rump hard. The sound echoed in the room. “I can’t wait to bury myself in it.”
“Then stop talking and do it.” He loved to tease Bert in bed. Besides, he couldn’t wait, either.
“I will.” Bet climbed onto the bed behind Oliver and straddled Oliver’s legs. He rained kisses all over Oliver’s back. Soft, sweet kisses that turned into nips and bites.
Oliver shivered and almost said, no marks, but this was a dream. Who gave a fuck if Bert left a hickey on his skin? He wanted proof he belonged to Bert and wanted that proof all over his body.
Bert stretched out along Oliver’s back and spoke in Oliver’s ear. “Ready?”
“Uh-huh. Beyond ready.” Oliver panted and tried his best to relax. Having Bert inside of him brought every sense to life and made every nerve ending tingle.
Bert slid one of his fingers between Oliver’s ass cheeks. Fire licked Oliver from within. He breathed in the scent of Bert’s cologne and savored the sound of his lover’s voice. Passion for Bert bubbled within his heart. He needed this more than he needed his next breath.