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

by JC Szot

  “That’s magical,” he huffed. “Fuck, Meg.” She drew him into a tight tunnel, sealing her lips around him. He was thicker, wider than Zane, but he fit her mouth. She could taste his strength and feel his sensitivity, attributes that had drawn her to him. His hips slowly moved against her face. She clawed at his thighs, raising her body to take more of him. Zane’s body shifted with hers, rocking into her. Her pussy contracted around Zane’s cock, milking him to the hilt. He roared behind her, his fingers rubbing her clit. The rhythm was bumpy, not quite yet mastered between the three, but just as enticing.

  “Yeah, Meg,” Zane called out. His body shook behind hers. Her orgasm trailed behind with faint flutters that had her belly swelled with heat. Sean’s hips pumped faster as his need grew. She cupped his balls, feeling his sac pucker in her palm.

  “Oh yeah,” he gasped. “That feels so incredible, Meg.” Sean gripped her shoulders, fucking her mouth. His release was tart, but the finish ever so sweet as it coated her tongue. Their male scents enveloped her, enclosing around her. She was now somewhere else, somewhere she knew she never wanted to leave.

  Meg opened her eyes to see Sean’s stare burning through her, his expression warm and heavy. Zane slipped out of her body, her flesh cooling as he moved away. His head was near hers now. He kissed her cheek. Zane’s whispered words sent her over the edge, tumbling below into a warm pool of paradise.

  “You two are so hot. God that was amazing.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “You ready for coffee?” Zane’s head popped into his room. Sean had been awake for hours, watching the vibrant colors of the dawn fill the panes of the window. He stretched, rolling over in bed. The soft down coverlet brushed over his skin.

  “Yeah, I’ll be right out.” He stared at the pretty white furniture, wondering what the rest of this trip held for him.

  Zane turned, his footsteps retreating down the hall. The images of the previous night burned in his brain. Was this all fun and games for them? His chest hurt. His ribs felt tight, like they’d been screwed together, unable to pull in any air. It wasn’t fun and games for him. He loved Meg. It was one thing to openly confess his desires to physically possess her, but another one entirely to admit his undeniable love for her.

  He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of swim trunks. He dragged his hands through his hair, the strands dry and stiff from the salty air. The smoky smell of bacon frying collided with the nuttiness of fresh-brewed coffee as he made his way down the hall. He rounded the corner and found Meg and Zane out on the deck. The table was set, his plate and mug waiting for him.

  “Hey.” Meg met him at the door. She rose on her toes and kissed his scruffy cheek, her gaze warm.

  “Morning.” He greeted her, smiling faintly. The sun pelted down on them, heating his skin. She slipped past him, calling back to him to eat, that his food was cooling. A warm, gusty breeze blew into his face. The salt air woke up his senses, rebounding him back to the sand and the way Meg had felt and tasted. His dick shifted in his shorts. Sean sat down at the glass table. She had made him an egg sandwich. A small cup of juice sat opposite his coffee on the yellow placemat. Zane’s voice yanked him from his tormented thoughts.

  “How you feeling, bro?” Zane’s eyes glazed over with the memory. He eased back in his chair, his bare chest catching the strong rays.

  “Good.” Sean sipped his coffee, his eyes fixated on Zane over the rim of his mug.

  Zane’s eyes darted through the screen door, then returned to his. “You all right with everything?” His stare was direct.

  The right reply bounced around in Sean’s head. The guy just gave you rights to his woman. Don’t act like an asshole.

  “Yeah, um…everything okay with you guys?”

  “Shit yeah,” Zane laughed. “I think you rocked her world, man,” he winked. Zane tipped his head back, his eyes closing on the rich, blue sky above. “Life’s fucking grand, isn’t it?” The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them.

  “Did I please her?” His voice was low.

  Zane’s gaze leveled with his over the table. “I believe that you did.” Zane cleared his throat, his eyes shifting to Meg, who was in the kitchen. A brackish wind tunneled down the length of the deck. “We couldn’t be happier.”

  “Good, that’s good.” Sean’s retort was hurried. They’d all been naked together. He’d watched Zane make love to Meg. He’d tasted her, and Meg had tasted him. Sean shivered, trying to eat, not wanting to insult Meg.

  “That’s turkey bacon,” Zane warned, chuckling. Sean waved off his comment. His stomach felt closed off, smaller. He swallowed, pushing the food down as far as he could, hoping to bury his reservations below it.

  The plan for the day was to bake in the sun and swim. Sean had brought his fishing gear, but his enthusiasm had numbed. This was what he’d sort of wanted all along. He never thought it would be the three of them, but the fact was that Zane was so open about things and their relationship. It was all just so new for him. He tried to shake off the tension and enjoy things without worrying about the particulars.

  * * * *

  Despite his fears of the heart, his desire for her was running at full throttle. Sean leaned back on his elbows. Meg ran up and down the shoreline, darting in and out of the curling waves. Her bikini was turquoise blue. Thin ties were knotted into bows at each hip. Sean’s body was on overload. He’d battled a hard-on for most of the day. He wasn’t sure what tonight held for him, but he certainly didn’t want his dick going flat when and if he needed it.

  He squinted out into the sea. The waves held a greenish hue, the water thick and jellied. Meg and Zane were standing at the water’s edge. He’d done some fishing with them earlier before departing for the blanket. His eyes scaled the beach. The sun mirrored off the sand, blinding his eyes. Zane and Meg wanted to stay until the end of the week, but he was hesitant. He’d have to see what else unfolded. He eased back down into the blanket, his emotions and lustful libido at battle.

  * * * *

  “Looks like he’s snoozing.” Meg put the last dish into the dishwasher.

  “Thanks for a great dinner.” Zane weaved his arms around her. “Veggie tacos, only you.” She felt his lips curve into a smile against the flesh of her neck. “How about a drink under the stars?”

  “I could make Irish coffees.” She smoothed her hands over his ass. Zane cupped her face, steering her lips to his. His tongue sipped from her lips, his hand skimming over her body, waking up all her reactive parts.

  “Sure. I’ll wait for you outside.”

  Meg added the frothy milk to their hot mugs and carried them outside. Sean was sprawled out on the couch, having fallen asleep after dinner. Meg left the screen door open for him. The sky began to darken to an ashy gray. It’d been heaven since they’d arrived. Everything had clicked into place. Some reluctance seemed to still be hanging over Sean, but Meg was sure that with the passing of time, he’d feel the same completeness that she and Zane now felt.

  Their empty mugs sat on the table. Zane jerked his head, a sly smile curling his lips, gesturing her over to his chair. Meg stood and climbed onto his lap. Zane’s hips began to move, his voice rough with need.

  “I wanna fuck under the stars.”

  Meg crawled off his lap and tugged at his shorts. Zane pulled his shirt up and over his head.

  “I love the way the air feels on my skin.” He stretched out, shifting his hips. Meg slid his shorts down his legs, tossing them on the deck. Zane took the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. His fingers fumbled with the button of her shorts, pulling them down over her ass.

  The floorboards creaked behind them. They both turned, taking in Sean’s rumpled hair and lazy smile. He stood at the edge of the deck, his shorts rumpled, his chest bare.

  “Care to join us?” Zane’s brows lifted.

  Meg wanted to wipe away the indecision that was following Sean around like a storm cloud. He’d been quiet most of the day, using sleep as an
escape. When he held out his hand to her, Meg got up and met him halfway. His words ignited on her skin like a striking match.

  “I want you tonight. May I have you?” His request slipped from his lips in an anguished groan.

  Zane’s voice filled the deafened lull. “We’re all here for each other. Relax and enjoy. What’s ours is yours.” Meg fingered the button fly on his shorts. His skin still held the sun’s heat.

  Sean’s eyes glazed over. Meg kicked their clothes into the corner of the deck. Zane stood behind her and stroked her ass. His touch scraped over her skin like an electrified wire. Sean pinned her with his eyes, his stare hot and unwavering. Zane left them for a moment, darting into the house. Sean took her face in his hands. His lips took hers. It was a soft, lingering kiss, full of tenderness. She could feel his ache transforming into a powerful urgency. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, unleashing a fire Meg knew had been smoldering for weeks. His passion was unbridled, cutting through her, taking hold of her heart. He was working his way inside her, taking root. Their tree of life was thriving with new growth, the nourishment being the affections that Sean poured into her. His cock swelled between them. Sean had the force of a raging river that was overflowing its banks. He pulled away from the kiss and grabbed her leg, anchoring it at his hip. His fingers found her pussy.

  “Christ, Meg,” he growled. “You’re so fucking wet.” His finger slid up inside her. “So snug and hot.” He added another finger, stroking her passage. His internal touch dissolved her bones. He slipped out of her, raising his fingers to his mouth. His lids lowered.

  Zane returned, setting something on the railing, shutting off the dining room light inside. Darkness coated the sky like dripping ink. Tiny lights blinked out in the sea. They were still swimming in uncharted waters, but this new voyage they were all taking together thrilled her.

  Sean stepped back as Zane moved them to a different area on the deck. He pulled the cushions off two chaise lounges and tossed them on the deck. He retrieved the item he’d left on the railing and motioned Sean to lie down. He pulled her into his arms.

  “You ready for us, baby?” Zane held her chin, lightly kissing her. Meg’s heart beat excitedly. A chilled breeze tumbled across the shore, blowing the hair away from her face. A shiver of anticipation barreled through her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Ride me slow and steady, Meg,” Sean whispered. “I can’t wait to feel you…I want you so much.” Sean’s face was a glimmer of lustful pain. His hips rose off the cushions to meet hers. His length knifed through her, flaming its way through her pussy. Meg moved with him, letting him fill her. Sean was solid and smooth, his cock a piston that worked in and out of her. Sean’s eyes never left hers. Intensity burned in them as his mouth reached for her breast, wanting to suckle. His teeth scored her nipple, lighting a path of fire through her. Pain blistered into pleasure. Every muscle was tight with tension.

  Zane’s callused fingers smoothed over her ass. He spread her. Air rushed at her opening. Coolness seeped into her. His finger slowly rubbed her back entrance, pressing lightly. Meg bucked at the touch. Sean held her breasts, squeezing and kneading her flesh.

  “Easy, baby, just breathe…like you’re doing yoga.” Zane chuckled, his laughter dark. Meg glanced over her shoulder.

  “Fuck you.” Her laughter was languid, her body torched.

  “That’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” Zane advised wickedly.

  Zane’s finger slipped through her tight ring of muscle. Meg gasped, feeling the fullness from both sides now. Sean pulled her face to his. His tongue delved into her mouth, spreading his unique moisture. She ran her tongue over his teeth, pulling his tongue into her mouth. He groaned, thrashing below her. He pulled away, his breaths puffing on her skin.

  “Damn, you feel so amazing. This is such a gift, Meg…what you’re giving me.” His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her down on him hard. Their bodies rammed together in a fitful frenzy.

  Zane’s thighs brushed up against hers from behind. The head of his cock pressed on her anus. The burning spread like rings on a pond from a tossed stone. She released a hissing breath as he slipped inside. His muscled thighs twitched behind hers. Zane howled in pleasure. Their hard flesh surrounded her, circling her with a ring of heat.

  “This is outrageous.” Zane’s thrusts came faster. Sean matched him thrust for thrust. Her body was tearing in two, an agony that felt so good. Sean stroked her clit. Meg trembled, unable to maintain the synchronized rhythm of their bodies, the pleasure crippling. Sean’s eyes went wide in wonder.

  “Oh yeah!” He rammed his cock deep into her pussy. He went tight below her, his neck stretched. His body stilled. He tugged on her shoulders, his reactions primal. Meg watched his eyes roll as his lids fluttered closed. A strained whisper rose up between them.

  “Just let me feel,” Sean whimpered. Meg looked down at his peaceful face, caressing his shadowed cheek.

  Zane cupped her ass in both of his hands, his hips undulating like the waves of the crashing sea below them. Sean pulled out and flipped his body around, pushing his head through her knees. He lowered her onto him. His melting breaths hit her pussy. His voice was muffled by her body.

  “Let me taste you again.”

  She was still so full, needing the release. As soon as Sean’s tongue worked through her wet creases with skillful strokes, she crumbled. He lovingly bathed the walls of her pussy. The tip of his tongue then tapped at her clit, before he soothed the flaming nub with a soft stroke.

  “Oh…” Her body lit up like a circuit board, convulsing. Her thighs burned in rebellion. Sean turned his body again, taking her hands in his. He reclined back. Meg lowered her body down onto his, feeling Zane’s cock slide a bit deeper.

  “I love you, Meg.” Zane’s declaration drifted through the quiet. Sean wrapped his arms around her as Zane’s seed watered her insides. A hushed silence fell over them. Zane slipped out of her body. She collapsed into Sean’s waiting arms, her head cradled in the crook of his shoulder. He brushed the hair away from her heated face, his shaking body calmed under hers. The breath of Sean’s words drifted into her ear.

  “You’re so gorgeous, inside and out.”

  * * * *

  Meg insisted that he sleep in their bed. The plush, king-size bed gave them all ample room. Her warm body lay between them. As soon as the light of day bled through the sky, Sean slipped out of the room.

  Could he ever say what Zane had said so freely the night before? He walked into the kitchen and gazed out the sliding glass door. Seeing the rumpled cushions out on the deck had the previous night rushing back at him like a tidal wave. The image only fed the angst that wormed through his head and heart. He loved Meg. He wanted to love her openly with Zane by his side. Zane had already given him so much. Could he ask for that? Was it all too much? He didn’t think he could get through another night fighting the stalking questions.

  Sean didn’t want to demand anything. He really couldn’t, but he felt boxed in. Being with them was the most amazing thing he’d ever experienced, but he wanted the love along with it. Maybe he was greedy. Sean fixed the coffee and went into his room and started packing.

  After an hour and three cups of coffee, he was getting restless. An unsettled sky loomed overhead, the clouds bulging with what looked like a day of rain. His duffel sat near the stairwell. He stared out the sliding glass door. The sea was angry. Its waves swelled and crashed hard on the shore.

  “What the hell’s going on?”

  Sean jumped, startled by Zane’s hardened tone, his eyes lowering to his duffel bag. Sean set his mug down.

  “I think I’m gonna head back today.”

  “Ya think…looks to me like your decision is made. Your bag’s fucking packed.”

  “Look…” Sean’s words trailed off. Words he’d rehearsed all night long while in their bed were suddenly lost.

  “What’s wrong?” Zane closed the distance between them. “You gotta be honest, or this won�
��t work.” His eyes lowered in suspicion.

  “I don’t know if it will,” Sean murmured.

  “Why the fuck not?” Zane seethed.

  “Please don’t,” Sean choked. Tears stabbed at his eyes. He pressed his fingers over the lids, trying to shut everything out.

  “Don’t what?” Zane clawed at his arm, forcing Sean’s eyes to meet his frustrated glare. Unspoken messages fired back and forth. “Just say it…don’t do this.” Zane’s anger crumbled away, his expression now pleading. “Whatever it is…”

  “I love her.” Sean’s admission spilled out. He met Zane head-on. Eyes Sean had looked in countless times over the years had him petrified of what he might see. “I’m so in love with her, it’s…overwhelming me. I don’t know if—”

  “You don’t know what?” Meg’s soft voice floated through the dramatic silence.

  They both froze. Meg walked between them, her hair tossed with sleep. Her eyes moved between them. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. The wrinkled tee shirt she’d slept in rode up her sleek abdomen, her purple panties pushing Sean over the edge.

  “Nothing.” Sean turned away. “I’ve decided to go back. I’ll see you when you guys get home.”

  “Sean, please…don’t leave.” Her tiny voice broke him. Sean couldn’t take it. He wanted to pull her into her arms and tell her how much he loved her, that he couldn’t live without her. Zane turned away from him, his fingers digging at his scalp, obviously frustrated over his decision to leave. Did Zane realize what he’d started? Had he underestimated Sean’s feelings for Meg? He just wasn’t sure of the etiquette now. He was so damn confused. The feelings, the emotions, all the sentiments, all coherent thought was gone. A war raged inside of him. So much was at risk, his friendship with Zane, as well as the business, and now the house. Where did this leave Meg? If he wound up hurting her, he’d be crushed. He had to escape, flee from Zane and Meg’s passion and their abiding love. He just didn’t know if there was room for him. Sex was one thing, but what had transpired between them the last two days ran so much deeper for Sean.