Last Night in Hell

by Dia Cole

  “This is worth dying for, angel. Don’t you want this?” He rubs his cock against me.

  I moan brokenly. “Oh, yes.”

  He thrusts hard and deep.

  I clench my teeth to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

  “Are you okay?”

  I nod. There’s none of the blood or tearing pain I expected from years of reading romance novels. Only a delicious feeling of fullness.

  “Are you sure?” Tore asks in a husky voice.

  In answer, I hook my ankles around his waist to fit him even more deeply inside. Oh, yes. The feel of his thick shaft pulsing inside me cranks my desire even higher. I rock against him, urging him on.

  He groans and then he’s moving, slowly in and out.

  Each pass makes my inner muscles quake. “Faster,” I plead, digging my heels into his ass.

  He answers my prayers by increasing his pace. Soon he’s hammering into me, building my pleasure with every slam of his hips.

  I writhe in delight. “More!” Wild cries escape my lips as I grind against him.

  His thrusts drive me over the desk, sending my letters flying, but I don’t care. The only thing that matters is this—the crush of his muscular body against mine. The feeling of his thick cock deep inside me. The salty taste of the sweat running down his smooth skin.

  I never want it to end, but my body betrays me. A tidal wave of pleasure picks me up and hurls me into a mind-shattering orgasm.

  Tore rears above me and shouts my name.

  I stare into his eyes as he climaxes, savoring his dazed look of wonder. Sex is everything I hoped it would be. I can’t wait to experience more.

  5

  Jack

  Rain beats down on my head as darkness claims the apocalyptic wasteland of my hometown. I lean over the edge of the roof to watch a herd of dead lurch around the base of our building. Biters are more active at night, not that they still won’t try to eat you in the full light of day. Kevin’s death is a case in point.

  Ah, fucking K-rod. I take another pull from the tequila bottle someone put in my hands. Although it is nice Tore lifted his ban on alcohol tonight, the liquor doesn't numb the pain of losing another friend.

  Grabbing the wet roof ledge to help keep my balance, I turn to the Asian man next to me. “What’s the motherfucking point of it all?”

  Xander lifts one of his dark brows. “Jack, you know I don’t answer rhetorical questions.”

  “It’s not rheto—whatever.” I run my hands through my sopping wet hair. It’s gotten too long again. I’ll have to ask Sophie to cut it. For the dozenth time, I scan the roof looking for the beautiful blonde woman. Logan’s woman, the voice in my head reminds me.

  It’s getting harder and harder to remember that. I’ve been in love with Sophie for years although I’ve never had the balls to tell anyone except Xander who's in the same boat. We’re two sad fuckers in love with the same woman. For all I know Kevin had been in love with her too.

  Poor bastard.

  We’d all been close friends since elementary school and no doubt seeing Kevin die must’ve been a hard blow for Sophie. I think back to how shaken up she’d looked when she’d run into the building earlier today. She’d been covered in Kevin’s blood, her normally tanned face pale. I scan the sea of faces huddled under the large canopy tent in the middle of the roof again. “Sophie’s not here.”

  Xander gives a slight nod. “I noticed. Do you think she’s doing okay?”

  Fuck no. She hasn’t been okay in months. “I should check on her.”

  I’m halfway to the stairwell door when Xander rushes by me. He’s small, but fast.

  Not fast enough.

  Even with my reflexes dulled by tequila, years of playing defense allow me to reach out and snag his hoodie.

  He jerks to a stop. Then he does some lightning-fast tae kwon do moves that leave me laying on the rooftop holding my stomach.

  “Ouch,” I groan. Once again I remind myself not to mess with Xander.

  He stands over me with a wide grin on his face. “Why don’t we check on Sophie together?”

  “Good idea,” I huff as I get to my feet.

  The other survivors glare at us from under the tent, but fuck ‘em. It’s not as if they really knew Kevin. Their tears aren’t for the loss of our friend so much as the idea it’ll one day be them who doesn’t make it back.

  Xander and I open the stairwell door and descend to the fourth floor in silence. I grieve the loss of fresh air as we walk into the main office and living area. No matter how many windows we open, the lingering smell of locker-room sweat remains. All in all, it’s not too bad given the number of guys living in this space. The handful of women and children get to sleep in the offices, as it should be. If the dead ever break through our stairwell barricades, they’ll have to get through us to get to them. I’ll gladly fight to the death to save Sophie’s life.

  My gaze zeroes in on the door to her office. To my surprise, it opens and Tore walks out. A shirtless Tore.

  What the fuck?

  While I’m standing there like a dumbass, Xander grabs my arm and pulls me behind the closest cubicle wall.

  Tore walks past us wiping his eyes.

  Is that big motherfucker crying?

  I peer around the cubicle to see him head up to the roof. Confusion clouds my mind. What just happened between them? Needing answers and needing them now, I run toward Sophie’s office.

  “Jack, stop!” Xander calls after me.

  I pay him no mind and yank open the door. The scent of lavender and sex slaps me in the face. I search the space and find Sophie standing stark naked near the sofa by the window.

  There’s a tub of baby wipes on the sofa and it looks as if Sophie is cleaning herself. Her back is to me and her hand is between her legs. She turns her head and her eyes widen. “Jack?”

  The sight of her bare body makes me forget everything, even my own damn name. All my fantasies over the years have paled in comparison to the real deal. The light from the battery-operated lantern on the floor presents me with a sizzling view of her perfect ass.

  Her beautiful face flushes as I continue to stare at her. I know I’m being rude as fuck, but I can’t seem to make my brain function.

  Xander rushes in the room. “Ah, hell. Sorry, Sophie.” He picks a shirt off the floor and hands it to her, all the while keeping his face averted.

  Sophie takes the shirt and, keeping her back to us, slides it over her body. The shirt is huge with the hem hitting her midthigh. Other than me, there’s only one guy in the building with shirts that size.

  Tore. Motherfucker. My anger returns with backup. “Did Tore rape you? Tell me. If he did, I’ll kill that son of a bitch.”

  Sophie spins around. “No. What we did was consensual.”

  She fucked him. The realization hits me like a donkey kick to the balls. Once again I’m too late. All this time I’ve been waiting for my moment. Waiting for her to let go of Logan and see what’s right in front of her. To see me. “Why? Why him?” I manage to croak. “Why not me? I love you, Sophie.”

  Her mouth drops open and her sky blue eyes widen.

  “Real smooth, big guy,” Xander mutters. He walks by me and shuts the door behind us. The click of the door lock sounds like a gun going off.

  Sophie looks at me as if seeing me for the first time. “I-I never knew you had feelings for me. Jack, why didn’t you say something?”

  “Logan,” I whisper. I’d never betray my friend. But he’s dead now. We all knew and accepted it. Well, all of us except Sophie.

  Her face pales and she reaches for that stupid engagement ring she wears around her neck. Only she doesn’t find it. Her eyes dart around the room wildly for a minute before she takes a deep breath. “I wish I would have known.”

  Xander clears his throat and stabs his hand through his Mohawk with uncharacteristic agitation. “I’m in love with you too.”

  She gasps.

  “Seriously, X-lax, you cou
ldn’t let me have my moment?” I reach out to shove him.

  He darts out of reach. “What? Feeling jealous because you know Sophie might prefer this—” he waves his hand up and down his wiry torso “—to all your muscles.” I can tell by the tension in his body and the strain around his eyes that he’s as nervous as I am. Neither one of us is the type to spill our guts. But then again, neither one of us thought she’d go and fuck Tore.

  “You’re dreaming,” I growl, but there’s no bite to my bark. Not only could I never be pissed at my best friend, but Sophie has already made her choice and it’s neither of us.

  Sophie lets out a sob.

  Both Xander and I rush to her side.

  “What is it?” I crush her to my chest wanting to shelter her from anything and everything that could hurt her.

  Xander rubs the back of her shoulders, a look of panic on his face. “Don’t cry, sunflower.”

  She sobs harder.

  “Talk to us.” I’d prefer facing down a horde of zombies to seeing her cry.

  She pulls away, walks back over to the couch, brushes the baby wipes off the cushions, and sits down.

  I struggle not to stare at her gorgeous bare legs or focus on the fact she’s not wearing anything under that shirt. “Are you upset about Kevin?” His death must’ve really shaken her up if she sought comfort from Tore of all people.

  “Yes. No.” She wraps her arms around herself. For the first time I notice the bandage on her forearm. Is she hurt?

  As if hearing my unspoken question, Sophie blurts out, “I’m infected with the Z-virus.”

  I stop breathing. No. Anything but that.

  “What?” Xander shouts.

  Sophie slowly lifts her bandaged arm toward us. “I’m so sorry.” Tears stream down her cheeks.

  There’s a roaring sound in my ears, but I still can’t move or draw breath. This can’t be happening. I can’t lose her.

  “Was it the same Biter that killed Kevin?” Xander asks, sounding way too calm.

  She shakes her head. “It was Kevin. I was applying pressure to his wound. I didn’t know he’d turned and…”

  I finally take a deep breath. “That son of a bitch.”

  Sophie gives me a chiding look. “It wasn’t his fault.”

  I let out a rush of air. “Of course it was his fault. He put you both in danger and got you killed. And for what?”

  “Cigarettes,” she says.

  Xander makes a tsking sound. “I always told him those cancer sticks would kill him.”

  Sophie lets out a strained laugh. The fact that she always laughs at our bad jokes is one of the many reasons I love her.

  Ah hell. How can I live without this woman? My throat goes tight as I fight back tears.

  Xander sits down next to her on the sofa. “So I guess spending your last night in my arms is out of the question?”

  I glare at him. “Back off, X-lax.”

  She laughs again. This one sounds more natural. “Well, since it’s my last night and all, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be with you and Jack…” She looks up at me briefly.

  “Like us two together?” asks Xander, an expression of surprise on his face.

  “Yes.” She flushes.

  She wants a threesome? I look over at Xander. The two of us have a reputation for sharing women, but I never dreamed we’d share Sophie.

  He gives a slight nod of his head to tell me he’s game.

  Despite the situation being somber as shit, I can’t help the thrill that shoots up my spine. Fuck Tore. We’ll make her last night unforgettable and then in the morning… I swallow hard. Not thinking about that now.

  She wipes her tears and opens her mouth to say something else, but I’ve heard enough. I march over to her, lean down, and kiss her full on the mouth.

  Xander scoots up next to her and kisses her shoulder.

  Sophie’s luscious pink mouth falls open. “Guys, I —”

  “No more talking,” I tell her as I reach down and start to tug off the shirt she’s wearing. “It’s time for loving. We’re going to show you that two men are better than one.”

  6

  Sophie

  Jack’s sinful words wash away my sadness. My core, slightly tender from the encounter with Tore, throbs with renewed excitement. When I’d first heard tales of Xander’s and Jack’s threesomes in high school, I’d secretly wondered what it would be like to be the focus of their passions. And now it can actually happen.

  My face warms. Who would’ve thought I’d turn into a nympho? My first time with Tore was amazing. So amazing, in fact, that I’d tried to initiate another round of lovemaking. Unfortunately, he hadn’t seemed interested in a repeat and after zipping up his jeans, he’d all but run out of the office.

  Stung by Tore’s abrupt vanishing act, I figured there was nothing else for me to do but clean up and find a nice, quiet place to kill myself. Now I’m getting the chance to have even kinkier sex. Giddiness bubbles inside me. Maybe I’ll go to hell for how I’m spending my last hours on earth, but the temptation of actually living out my darkest fantasies has me raising my hands to help Jack undress me.

  Jack yanks my shirt off and tosses it into the corner of the room. The action showcases the incredible definition of his arm and chest muscles visible through his wet T-shirt. Then he turns and looks at me. “You’re beautiful, Sophie.”

  “A goddess,” adds Xander, who gives me a wolfish grin.

  Jack leans over and kisses me again.

  Savoring the tang of tequila on his lips, I give myself over to the erotic dance of his tongue. Jack kisses like a man who knows his way around a woman’s body.

  Awash in desire, I lean back as Jack nibbles his way down my neck and chest.

  He stops at my breasts and flicks his tongue over my nipples.

  It feels so good. Wet heat blooms between my legs. After my time with Tore, I know what comes next and I can’t wait. My fingers tangle in Jack’s curly blond hair, pressing him closer against me.

  “Don’t forget about me, sunflower.” Pushing Jack out of the way, Xander cups my face in his hands and gives me the most erotic kiss of my life. His tongue and lips leave me dizzy and gasping for breath.

  “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I pant, breaking away from him.

  Xander flashes me an enigmatic smile, his jet-black eyes giving nothing away. He nibbles the bottom of my earlobe, sending a shiver through me. “Just think of what I'll do to your pussy.” He slides to his knees and parts my thighs.

  Realizing his intent, I quiver in excitement. I’ve always wondered what this would be like.

  Jack, not content to sit and watch, slides his hand between my legs.

  I moan brokenly as his fingers unravel me one delicious stroke at a time.

  Xander scowls up at Jack. “Hey!”

  “Just warming her up for you, bro.”

  “I need no warm-up.” Xander pushes Jack’s hand away. The sleek, dark-haired man looks so wickedly handsome kneeling between my legs. The scruff of his goatee scrapes my inner thigh.

  I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips. “That tickles.”

  “This won’t.” He winks and blows a hot breath across my damp flesh.

  Wow. Bolts of lust curl low in my belly.

  Xander blows another breath directly over my clit.

  “Oh!” I cry. The musky scent of my arousal mixes with the guys’ fresh rain scent.

  Xander pushes my thighs even farther apart. “I’m going to make you scream, sunflower.”

  Scream? The memory of Kevin’s scream makes me jerk upright and scoot back on the couch. “You shouldn’t do this. I’m infected, remember?”

  Xander clenches his jaw in that stubborn way of his. “Everyone knows the infected aren’t contagious until they reanimate.”

  That’s news to me. “Really?”

  Xander nods. “But even if that weren’t the case, being with you would be worth it.”

  “So worth it,�
�� Jack echoes.

  They are both staring at me with such adoration. Tears fill my eyes. How could I have missed this? I must’ve been hiding under a rock not to see their feelings for me.

  “No crying.” Jack runs his hand gently down my cheek. “It’s time for loving, remember?”

  Before I can formulate a reply, Xander licks his way up my inner thigh and claims my hot, needy flesh.

  Oh my! The sensation of his mouth on me is indescribable. He licks and sucks me straight into an orgasm. I can’t even catch my breath, because he pierces me with his tongue over and over—using it like a cock.

  As I let out a keening noise, Jack reaches his hand between my legs again and finds my clit.

  Xander’s tongue.

  Jack’s fingers.

  It’s too much.

  Crying out, I grab the only thing I can hold on to—Jack.

  The big guy kisses me, swallowing each of my screams as he and his friend work me into a soul-splintering orgasm.

  As soon as the aftershocks ebb, I sprawl back against the couch cushions feeling shattered. “Wow, I might need a nap after that.”

  Jack gathers me into his arms. “None of that. We’re just getting started, honey.”

  “Yeah, you’ve seen nothing yet,” adds Xander, wiping away the traces of me from his mouth. He stands and yanks off his black hoodie, baring the lean muscles of his chest. Then he reaches for the buttons of his dark cargo pants.

  “Wait!” I push myself off Jack and approach Xander. “I want to touch you.”

  Xander stands still as I walk in a circle around him and run my hands down his body. The tips of my breasts graze his chest as I lean over to trace one of his flat, brown nipples. I lick one, then the other. Feeling his body tremble, I draw one into my mouth and suckle it the way he suckled my clit.

  He bites back a moan.