I clamped my mouth shut and waited. The pressure and anticipation were killing me. His bedroom was like a sauna, and sweat trickled down my spine and along my temples. While Asher figured himself out, I contemplated my character and how I could force myself to stay in the moment and not think too deeply about what Asher and I were doing. I was midponder when he barreled toward me.

His hands landed on my hips, and he pushed me down on the bed as he said, “Action.”

We really needed to talk about giving a guy a heads up.

Crushed under his weight, I froze, unable to move or breathe with the intensity shining out of his hazel eyes. His lips parted, and his minty breath gusted against my chin.

“He can’t have you. You’re mine, Elliot. All mine.” He clasped my chin, his thumb rasping against my jaw and moving up, tracing my lower lip. “Say it.”

Damn, he was good at this acting bit. I mean, it was more of a daytime soap type acting, but hell, who knew?

“I’m yours.”

“Fucking right you are.”

Then his mouth crashed down on mine, stealing my next words. His tongue speared me, no longer hesitant, and he sucked mine into his mouth. Holy fucking hell. What had gotten into him?

With his weight pinning me down, his leg wedged between my thighs, all I could do was let it happen. I squirmed, but that turned out to be a bad idea when I realized my dick was taking an interest in being tongue fucked regardless of the fact that I was screaming at it to stand down because this was my brother.

Asher slipped a hand behind my head and drew me closer.

Then, he broke the kiss without warning and frowned. “Are you hard?”

I shoved him off with all the muscles I didn’t have, and he toppled to the floor, cursing. “I have to pee, asshole. End scene. End scene. End fucking scene!”

I launched off the bed and aimed for the door. At least I had enough presence of mind to peek into the hallway before barreling out and aiming for the bathroom.

I ran.

The bathroom was down by the game room, a short jaunt from the bedroom. I fell inside and slammed the door, locking it behind me before sliding down and sitting on the floor.

I did not have to pee. In fact, a pee-boner was only a thing if you were two years old. Maybe three. Twenty-one was pushing it. Somehow, I doubted Asher would fall for it.

A heavy pound made me scramble to the other side of the room. “You aren’t five. Pee-boners aren’t a thing. Get out here.”

A wash of fear trickled through my veins. He was probably gonna punch me or give me a decent noogie, which always sucked.

He pounded again.