My cheeks burned as I removed my clothes one piece at a time. Not that my underwear provided much protection against unwanted boners, but being naked was going to be way worse, and we had an audience this time.

And I wasn’t exactly ripped like my brother. I needed to start going to the gym. This was pathetic.

A knock on the door jolted me upright as I was tugging a leg out of my jeans. I almost toppled right into Asher, which would have been embarrassing since my face was in line with his dick—which I did not look at and compare to my own.

Same size! Thank God he didn’t get a stray monster dick gene.

“Grab a couple of towels to cover up,” Jay said through the door.

Asher shoved a scratchy white hotel towel at me once I was in my birthday suit. I wrapped it snugly around my waist, and only then did I face him.

What I didn’t expect to see was determination in his hazel eyes. They shone almost amber with the bathroom lighting, their hints of green less visible. They were focused and ready. Where was his fear? Why wasn’t he nervous? We were naked for fuck’s sake.

I should have realized how competitive Asher was. He was a sports player and hated losing or being shown up by anyone. It bled into other parts of his life too. School and apparently, incestuous photo shoots.

Before I could reach for the door and open it, Asher stopped me. We faced one another, our nakedness a little too close for comfort while tension and anticipation expanded, making the air thick.

He leaned in and whispered against my ear. “We can do this. Act the fuck out of it. Are you with me?”

“I’m with you.”

“Good. Action.” Then he tugged the door open and shoved me into the room.

My towel felt too small, my body too lanky and thin. It was worse than the day before, worse than being alone in Asher’s room. Everyone was looking at us. Staring.

Asher, Mr. Confident Buffman himself, strutted to where Lewis had the staging area set up. “This where we’re doing it?”

“Yup. Tell the nervous virgin to join you, and we can get started.”

My jaw dropped, and Asher snorted. Jay’s mouth quivered as he fought a smile. It was him I turned to, hands on my hips. “I am not a virgin, I’ll have you know. I’ve had plenty of sex.”

Jay quirked a brow and not-so-subtly scanned me with a slow, appraising once-over. “I believe it. Cute little package like yourself must fight the guys off left and right.”

Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate, but I didn’t correct him because I was interrupted by Asher, growling.