Bright Day, Hot Night [Sequel to Dark Day, Bright Night] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  Sequel to Dark Day, Bright Night

  Bright Day, Hot Night

  With Zane Miller in remission, he's claimed Meg Sullivan as his own. Remaining a good sport, Sean Neval can't refuse when asked to relocate with them. Being in close proximity to Meg tests his temptation, but he can still look, right? As Sean eases into their new arrangement, he struggles with his feelings for Meg, pushing the boundaries of his friendship with Zane.

  A life-threatening incident pushes Sean and Meg together. Meg feels the energy building, reacting to Sean's presence in a new way as Sean continues to fight the weight of his affections. Zane sees the bond that is forming between them. Having stared death in the face while battling Hodgkin's disease, his new perspective on life has him ready to take all three of them to the next level.

  The aftermath of acting on their desires has Sean and Meg feeling unsettled. Traumatized, Sean considers leaving Zane and Meg's nest. When an accident occurs, it has them all at a standstill. Will the risk of losing one solidify all three?

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 31,264 words

  BRIGHT DAY, HOT NIGHT

  Sequel to Dark Day, Bright Night

  JC Szot

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  BRIGHT DAY, HOT NIGHT

  Copyright © 2012 by JC Szot

  E-book ISBN: 1-61926-677-6

  First E-book Publication: June 2012

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  BRIGHT DAY, HOT NIGHT

  Sequel to Dark Day, Bright Night

  JC SZOT

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  “I’m gonna talk to Meg about it.” Zane tipped his bottle of ginseng tea back, draining its contents. “The more I think about it, it’ll be cool to get you out of town, too.”

  Sean nodded. “Yeah, cleaner air, no traffic.”

  It wasn’t that Manderville was like Philadelphia, but since Zane went into remission and his lab work continued to come back in the clear, Meg wanted them out of that musty apartment building. Zane always busted her chops, asking how someone so health-conscious had wound up there in the first place. The sight of Meg wiggling her nose at him in defiance had Zane repressing his laughter. “There’d been nowhere else, and I needed a damn job.” Her voice rang in his ears.

  “Shit.” Zane grinned. “We’ll just buy a bigger house, that’s all.”

  “Nah,” Sean frowned. “What happens when the kids come…?”

  “Ah, wait a minute there, Mr. Sperm Donor.” Zane’s eyes narrowed. He ran a hand through his dark hair. During his illness he’d only had to shave his head once. Now he kept the sides trimmed and the top long. Sometimes Meg styled it, slicking it back into waves. Other days it lay like the tousled mess it had been before he’d gotten sick. Hair was a sacred piece of his appearance now.

  “No kids,” Zane scoffed. “Screw that. We’ve both come to that conclusion. Meg once told me if she could’ve had kids back in the seventies before everything became polluted, she would have. Honestly…I got enough to take care of with my health, and now her, and believe me, I’m not complaining about it.”

  * * * *

  Sean leaned his chin in his palm. An aching weariness moved through him. His mind was filled with indecision. Zane and Meg were looking for a house. It would be so easy for him to just pack up all his crap in the small apartment above the shop and tag along as Zane had suggested, but for him it wouldn’t be that simple.

  Certain things having to do with Meg had been common knowledge between them at one time, like Sean’s open admission that he found Meg attractive, as well as a good catch. Now with Zane’s remission, these things were better off being kept buried. It appeared that Zane just assumed that Sean’s opinion of Meg had now changed because Zane and Meg were together. Zane’s hand on his shoulder sucked him back through the oppressive vacuum.

  “Should I count out?” Zane’s smoky gray eyes moved to his as he stood behind the register. Zane’s eyes were like a mood ring. They could change on a dime, from the color of an angry, wintery sky to a blue you’d only find in some exotic location far away, where the heat seared through your skin, making it bead with sweat.

  “Yeah, sounds good.” Sean tidied up his work station. It’d been busy. With Zane still waiting for the doctor’s clearance to ink again, Sean was often swamped, especially on the weekends, but Zane was worth the wait. The guy was a gifted artist. Customers were just waiting for the go-ahead, their flesh craving Zane’s ink.

  They closed up and stood out on the sidewalk.
The early summer breeze blew down the block. It licked his skin, reminding Sean of all the temptations that the summer season held for him. Women were already wearing less clothing. Maybe there’d be some skinny-dipping while camping in the mountains and nights of stargazing. Zane had been sick all winter. Sean was looking forward to them engaging in a few of their favorite rituals.

  “So where’re you guys looking to settle?” Sean tipped his head, the sky still holding the residual light of a longer day. He glanced at Zane, who leaned against the brick building, his eyes taking in the same scene.

  “She’s got a lead on a real cute place over in Spring Oaks.”

  “Oh yeah?” Sean faced him. Their eyes held. Zane shrugged.

  “What cute means…who knows.” Zane laughed. “I don’t care. I’m going where she’s going.” It was quiet for a moment. Several cars passed on the street, the loud thumping of bass music vibrating through the night. “The woman saved my life. I’d jump in front of a friggin’ train. If she wants cute, then so be it.” Zane waved a hand.

  “I hear you, bro.” Sean patted his back. Zane held his gaze. His eyes glowed like a shape-shifter’s under the storefront windows.

  “I’m gonna talk to her, see if she minds that you relocate with us.”

  “I don’t want to cause any—”

  Zane’s hard words cut him off. “You’re not gonna. We’re best friends, and we still got a business to run. If she goes for it, you’ll move, right?”

  “Shit yeah.” Sean’s chest went tight. His heart drummed a little harder behind his ribs. If he wound up with them under the same roof, Meg would be right there most of the time. He could still look, right?

  Chapter Two

  “Isn’t it adorable?” Her fingers combed through Zane’s hair. They were sprawled out on his couch, sifting through the latest real estate listings.

  “It is a nice place.” Zane opened the brochure. “Nice and secluded yet still close to town so we don’t have to spend a half hour in the car getting to work.”

  “I say we go look at it. Something like this, in this price range, won’t last.”

  Zane’s brows furrowed as he continued to analyze the layout of the house. “Let’s go for it.” He faced her, his grin dangerous. Zane tossed the listing on the coffee table and pulled her onto his lap. His cock was already hard, his hips gyrating into hers. He steered her face to his. His lips brushed over hers, her body now simmering and soon to be boiling over. As soon as Zane’s tongue lightly swept over her lips, she opened for him, craving his moist, warm heat.

  She rolled her hips against his. His cock hit her clothed clit. His touch always had a way of searing right through her, whether she was dressed or naked. Zane lifted her shirt in one swift motion and tossed it aside. He buried his face between her breasts, breathing her in. He licked the swell of each breast, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

  “I’ve thought about this all day,” he moaned. “I want you to ride me nice and easy, Meg.” His weighted breaths dampened her skin. His hands pushed the elastic of her yoga pants down, baring her ass. “Stand up, let me taste you first,” he said with a sigh, aroused by the thought.

  Meg stood, her body swaying on the sunken cushions. Zane slid her pants and panties down, lifting each foot with care. She anchored her feet on either side of his hips. Zane’s hands slid up her legs, feathering over her thighs. He slowly parted the seam of her pussy.

  “Come on, Meg, feed me, I’m fucking famished.” Zane gripped her ass, guiding her pussy to his waiting mouth. He settled back into the cushions. Meg opened her legs, arching into him. His tongue swept through her pussy. Her body quaked above him. No man had ever pleased her the way Zane Miller now did. She could never get enough of him. A lost bet over a game of cards had become a lifelong win for her.

  Meg gripped his shoulder as she leaned on one foot, using the other to nudge his cock through the thick denim.

  “These jeans gotta come off,” she whispered. Zane groaned, his tongue lashing at her clit, his lips sucking on her sweet cream. Meg stepped down off the couch and stood, pulling him up. She pawed at his clothes, needing his skin, scent, and taste. She settled on her knees between him and the coffee table. She inhaled his earthy scent, her mouth pooling.

  Before Zane, Meg had been sexually underprivileged, never really knowing or able to grasp the intensity of one’s needs and desires. Zane had brought it all out of her, giving her a new facet that she wanted to continue to explore over and over. Since they’d come together she was ready and willing to go deeper. She knew he’d take her there. His dark voice sliced through the aura of heat that smoldered around them, urging her on.

  “Let me feel your mouth on me,” he said, his breaths coming faster. His thighs tightened under her hands. She took his cock, stroking it in worship. She slid her tongue up and down his length, circling the moist crown. His hands held her head, tenderly guiding her. When she took him deep into her mouth, his voice rang through the room.

  “Oh, Meg.” He petted her head. “So nice…that’s the way, suck it all down, baby.” His words brought her out further, securing her position and welcoming her pleasure. Her head bobbed, her nails clawing at his legs. He tugged on her arms, pulling her onto his lap as he collapsed back on the couch. She straddled him. His fingers threaded through her hair, yanking on the strands. His need turned her inside out. She lived to please him, and to be pleased. He held his cock, pushing through her wet, slick pussy. His body connected with hers effortlessly.

  Pins and needles of pleasure zinged over her skin. Zane held her close. Sometimes they fucked, sometimes they made love. Whether they were physically joined or not, they now shared the same air. His fingers toyed with her clit, his eyes blazing into hers.

  “I love you more every day.” His eyes rolled in ecstasy.

  “You’re in me, forever,” she gasped. Her belly fluttered. Their shuddering bodies joined in orgasm. Choral cries of pleasure filled the air. Her insides contracted around his cock as he deposited a piece of himself inside her again. His body racked against hers. He clung to her, his head thrashing.

  “Jesus,” he hissed. “It’s always so good with you,” he said, his voice dark.

  “It’s all about the love,” she whispered in his ear, raining kisses down his throat, the skin stretched and smooth under her lips. She felt him swallow, his chest gasping for air against hers. She leaned back to meet his eyes. She wiggled her hips, delighting in the feel of his hard length buried inside her. Zane held her face, his eyes glazed over.

  “Before we crash, can I talk to you about something?” His eyes searched through hers.

  * * * *

  “So you’re okay with it?” Zane pulled her into his arms. Her lithe body sagged into his. They had discussed Sean moving in with them last night during the afterglow, but Zane just needed to make sure.

  “I’m fine with it.” Meg tipped her chin, gazing up at him with those electrified green eyes. “He was here before I was. Who am I to pull rank? I’m not gonna tear you away from anyone or anything,” she said, her voice escalating, emphasizing her point. Zane brushed the wild, red curls out of her eyes. His hand began to roam. Meg pushed him away, her sweet giggle resonating through the empty kitchen. She glanced over her shoulder, knowing the real estate agent was right outside waiting for them.

  “Let’s go upstairs again.” Zane tugged her toward the staircase. “We need to choose our room so when Sean comes back with us, he’ll know where his territory lies.”

  It was an older house, but in impeccable shape. Its previous owner had been transferred out of state for another job. Its interior décor reflected the traditional designs of the era. The house had been built in the late fifties. Arched doorways and glossy, honey-colored woodwork outlined the rooms and staircase. A small fieldstone fireplace was the main attraction of a cozy living room. An open kitchen with a breakfast nook had won Meg over as soon as they’d entered the house, the walls bathed in a pale, robin’s-egg blue.


  Zane pulled her up the stairs. A narrow hallway led them past a small bedroom and a second full bath that the real estate agent had mentioned was added later. Meg and Zane’s room would be at the end of the hall with its own full bath. Both rooms were painted a plain beige, which Zane knew Meg would paint over within the first week they were there. Both rooms had two windows, allowing the sun to stream through. Light and airy. That’s what Meg wanted because that’s what she was.

  They leaned against the threshold, gazing into what Zane knew would be their room. The house was fairly priced, and between the three of them they had a substantial down payment.

  “I love it.” Meg sighed, facing him. “It’s perfect.” She tossed up her hands. Her arm snaked around his waist. Zane’s lips lowered to hers. He stroked her cheek, pulling back to see her eyes.

  “I say we make an offer, and bring Sean back tonight.”

  “Let’s do it.” She smiled, rubbing her nose into his.

  They clamored down the stairs, taking another peek in the small dining room.

  “Sean’s got a real nice oak table and a few chairs at his place. They’ll look great in here.” Zane gestured to the dimensions of the room.

  They walked the perimeter of the property while the real estate agent made a quick call. The backyard was large. The rear, sliding-glass doors opened up onto a deck. Large oaks and maples lined the yard, closing them off from the other three houses that occupied the desolate street. The real estate agent had explained that this was meant to be a large housing development, one of the first of its kind back in its day. The contractor had gone bankrupt after building the first three dwellings.