Her gaze flickered back and forth between them. “Last time was all about me. I think this time it’s your turn. What can I do for you?”
“Don’t think we didn’t get our jollies,” Jerry protested. “Watching you come apart not once but four times was an ego boost for both of us, and that final fuck was out of this world, wasn’t it, Tim?”
Tim nodded. “For sure.”
“Do you two do this often, pick up a lady and share?” They’d seemed so comfortable and sure about the whole thing she had to wonder. I guess it doesn’t really matter and I’m sure I’m not the first or only for either of them or even both, but I can’t help wondering.
Tim shook his head emphatically. “No. It’s—well, we’ve had two women in one hotel room a few times, but nothing quite like last weekend. Honest, Keely, we never really planned for all that to happen—at least I didn’t—but we both like you, a whole lot, and when you seemed okay with it…”