This is a nice (relatively) short read from Evernight. The zombie apocalypse has happened (thanks to a meteor apparently) and Lark is one of the remaining survivors, along with her roommate Olivia at school (at least initially). She and Olivia have been fending off the zombies while they wait for Olivia’s dad to show up and rescue them. They’re doing a decent enough job, though they’re stuck in their dorm room. Unfortunately, Olivia gets bitten right as her dad gets there and Lark’s left to flee with Ben and Ben’s friend, Dillon, who is apparently bi and a long-time admirer of Ben in the intimate sense (though Ben has no clue until this book).
When a meteor explodes over Atlanta, infecting the world with a virus that turns people into zombies, Lark knows survival will be difficult. Her roommate and best friend insists that her father and his best friend will come and save them, but Lark isn’t sure if she wants to put her life into the hands of strangers. Unfortunately, when the zombies come, she may have no choice. And when Ben and Dillon break into their dorm in the nick of time, Lark finds herself reevaluating her insistence on independence.
Tragedy brings them together. The fight to survive creates a bond stronger than blood in a few short days. What’s a girl to do when faced with the zombie apocalypse? Does she trust in the two men she knows will keep her alive, or does she strike out on her own?
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF),
Lark swam out of her dream, warm and comfortable, the way she hadn’t been for weeks. She hadn’t been able to really rest since the meteor exploded over Atlanta, destroying her life and everyone else’s. She remembered falling asleep. She remembered Dillon taking off his boots and settling into bed. She remembered Ben in the chair. She could feel Dillon in front of her, sleeping. She breathed in slowly, too relaxed to move, and then unexpectedly, lips touched the back of her neck. She gasped, tension tightening her spine as she realized there was an arm around her waist. It had to be Ben. Olivia’s dad was in bed behind her.
He kissed her nape again, mumbling sleepily. Heat shot through her as he tightened his arm around her waist. His hot, strong body pressed up against her back. Holy shit, she thought, not sure what to do. She licked her lips, knowing he was still asleep. When Dillon shifted onto his side in front of her, she took a deep breath, all kinds of heated thoughts going through her head. Do I wake them up? Go back to sleep? She didn’t think she could fall back to sleep, not now anyway. Her skin was overheated and she pushed the covers down a little.
Dillon sighed, eyes closed. God, he has pretty eyelashes, she thought, like a ninny. Her eyes dropped to his lips. They were pink and full and for some reason, he looked a lot younger when he was sleeping. Her hand was right near his cheek and she almost touched him, but then Ben moved slightly, distracting her. Reminding her that another equally hot man had his hands on her. She bit her cheek, trying not to move, but his hips shifted closer.
Holy fuck, he has an erection, she thought, shocked for a split second. She closed her eyes, wondering again what the hell she should do, when Dillon moved closer and put his hand on her cheek. Her eyes snapped to his. Dark eyes looked steadily at her, mysterious in the dim room. Damn. He wasn’t asleep at all.
“Dillon,” she whispered thickly.
“Shh,” he said, moving in.
She couldn’t move if she wanted to. She watched him get closer and then his lips touched hers in the gentlest kiss of her life. The best kiss of my life, she thought, skin going hot. She’d long ago decided to repress and deny the fumbling, awkward make-out sessions she’d had with her single high school boyfriend. She wondered if Dillon could tell that she was a twenty-two year old virgin. He smiled and opened his eyes.
“So sweet,” he murmured, thumb moving over her lips.
He can’t tell how bad I am at this, she thought, bemused. Should she tell him? How could she possibly explain? After her parents died, she’d been too damn busy trying to feed herself and save for college to screw around. There’d been no time for dating. No time for boyfriends. And even if I had the time, I wanted it to be special.
Dillon kissed her again, just as gentle as the first time.
Lark’s breath hitched. She was tired of waiting for the perfect moment. And she’d probably not live very long, given the state of the world right now. The sudden realization of how much she wanted this shocked her to her bones.
When Dillon moved back, she forced herself to speak, shoving her uncomfortable emotions down. “Do you and Ben do this often?”
He chuckled. “No. We certainly don’t.”
Ben moved behind her again, pressing his cock into her ass in a way that made her want more. A lot more. She shuddered.
“But I’m feeling kind of awful, tonight,” Dillon continued, moving back a little. His expression was sad. “I want to remember what it’s like to be alive.” He stroked a finger down her cheek.
Lark frowned. “You are alive,” she said, as if mere words could fix him.
He shook his head and moved in for another kiss. She opened her mouth this time, kissing him back tentatively. He groaned, pushing closer. Lark grabbed his shoulders, feeling overwhelmed. When Ben suddenly woke up behind her, his body going still, she knew it was too late to say no. Not that I want to. I really want them. All her instincts were telling her to grab hold of this moment and revel in it, because the three of them might not survive past tomorrow. What use was waiting anymore?
“Lark,” Benedict said, his voice a low murmur. He’d gone still, but hadn’t moved away. She could feel him watching her and Dillon kiss.
“It’s okay,” she whispered when Dillon finally let her up for air.
Ben groaned. “You’re my daughter’s friend. God, this is so wrong.” His hips twitched.
“I’m twenty-two,” she said, hips twitching. “Not a child.”
He trembled, the arm around her waist like iron. She ran her hand across it, reveling in his strength. He was so very hot.
“Jesus,” he breathed, hips jerking.
Lark swallowed, throwing her head back. Dillon’s eyes were a dark glitter. He watched her put an arm up behind her head, around Ben’s neck, then he kissed down her collarbone. She cried out, needing more, and Ben thrust against her ass, all heat and instinct.
“God,” she said, voice thick with need. “Dillon—”
“Shh. Don’t speak,” he murmured, slipping the neck of her tank top down until her right breast peeked out. Olivia’s locket dangled lower and Dillon stared at it for a split second before closing his mouth over the tip of her nipple, nibbling until she arched her back.
This story had a lot of suspense and was very HOT! Dillon and Ben had been best friends for years and went to get Ben's daughter Olivia and her roommate Lark. The zombies were scary and they were all over. Ben, Dillon and Lark great together! It was such a HOT book!