Jay got up and strolled to where the crew was still reviewing the shots from that morning.

Asher whipped around on the couch to face me and hissed, “Why would you tongue fuck my ass?”

“Because it feels amazing, and when I do, you’ll never want me to stop.”

He frowned, thinking about that. “Yeah, I don’t think so. It doesn’t sound like something I’d like.”

I patted his knee much the same way Jay had. “It’s okay, baby. I promise not to say I told you so when you’re screaming and begging for more.”

Asher shoved me and scowled. “Don’t call me baby. It’s weird. And you’re wrong. I just… No. Seriously, why?”

I laughed and opened my takeout. Rimming wasn’t something I could explain. It was something he had to experience to understand. My brother was gonna lose his mind, and I couldn’t wait to be the one to cause it.

THE TRAILER FOR THE first book went live two weeks later. Asher and I watched it over and over, stunned by the level of suggestion involved in those last five or ten seconds. The editing was brilliant, and when Charlotte shared a few links where the video was featured, we were amazed by the responses. The hype was palpable. It flowed with a raw energy we could almost feel.

The first book launched in one week, and the advanced copies that had been distributed to reviewers had been given high praise thus far.

Asher reclined on his bed, music playing in the background as he scanned the internet sites Charlotte had sent us, a wide grin stuck on his face.

“Listen to this one. ‘There is nothing hotter than imagining what’s going on beneath those covers. Come on release date. Need me some Ender and Elliot!’” Asher chuckled. “If people had any idea what was really happening under those covers, they’d lose their shit.”

“They’d love it. These people are all for the twincest thing, remember? They want to believe we are really fucking under those covers.”

“We almost were.”

I spun on Asher’s desk chair, making myself go in circles as I closed my eyes. “Can we go out?”

“Where to?”

“Don’t care. Take me on a date.”

“Nice try.”

“Take me to a movie where it’s dark and we can sit in the back and touch each other’s wieners while ignoring the show.”

Asher tossed his phone on the bedside table. “Wieners? How old are you?”

“You make me hard, and I’ll make you hard. Please.” I kicked the chair in another circle, making it go around again. Faster.

“You want me to get kinky with you in public? Haven’t we done enough of that?”

“But it’s fun.”

“I have a better idea. We stay here where it’s private. You make me come, and I’ll make you come.”