Naked beneath her sheets, they played a bit, had a quickie—a double quickie as the men took turns with her. Then Doug groaned that he was exhausted because he hadn’t done it twice in one night in years and as a result would be useless at work tomorrow if he didn’t get a few hours shut-eye. He rolled his back to Annie and Grady, while they, apparently possessing a bit more stamina, quietly continued playing throughout most of the night. “Did you have a good time?” Grady asked as he cuddled her to him. She smiled. “What do you think?” “I think you’re wonderful. I think I’m probably in the middle of a wet dream and I don’t ever want to wake up.” “What about tomorrow?” “What about it?” “Doug will be here when we wake up,” she whispered. “Will that upset you?” “Better question, will it upset you?” “No. I knew what I was doing. And I think we can live through it if it only happens this once.” “I think you’re right.” “Do you love me, Grady?”
