The three of them fit comfortably in the bed Lisa shared with Nick. Lisa lay in the middle, with Ray curled on one side, Nick snuggled against her on the other. She dozed in post-coital bliss, her lips pressed to Nick’s forehead, Ray’s arm heavy where it rested across her waist. Soon a ragged snore rumbled in the back of Ray’s throat. Lisa giggled at the sound.
Nick moved beside her, turning his head up to face her. “Forgot to mention that,” he murmured. “We were roommates years ago, but I kicked him out because he snores to wake the dead.”
“How’s he sleep through it?” Lisa wanted to know.
With a shrug, Nick pushed himself up above her. Leaning down, he kissed her on the lips, then whispered, “He sleeps through anything. Let me show you.”
He eased a hand between her legs and found the
