“Beautiful, you guys. Holy fuck, that was all kinds of hot.” He elbowed me and leaned in closer. “You have the perkiest ass I’ve ever seen. The camera loves it.”

That low growl permeated the air again, and I glanced at Asher who was giving Jay a death glare.

I laughed, but my nerves made it come out more maniacal than I wanted. Patting Asher’s chest to calm him down, I smiled at Jay. “Ender here doesn’t like it when you stare at my ass. Makes him all growly.”

Jay paused and then nodded slowly as he spied Asher. “Oh. I see. Does it now? Well, Ender, I promise I won’t touch your boy.”

I had to give Asher credit for staying in character.

“Okay.” Lewis clapped his hands. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. You”—he pointed at Asher—“behind him. One arm around his waist with your hand covering his junk so we don’t get it on camera. The other, craning his head back, exposing his throat while you lick up his neck. You—”he poked my chest—“I want closed-eye passion on your face. Borderline orgasmic in appearance. Got it? You’re being fondled. You love it. The pleasure is rippling all through your body, blah, blah, blah. Now don’t fuck up.”

Asher paled, and all the presence of Ender vanished. “Y-you want my hand on his dick?”

“Well I don’t want his dick in the shot, so yes, please.” Lewis paused and smirked. “Why? Problem?”

Asher’s lips moved, but no words came out. I should have answered for him or reminded him to stay in character because it was no big deal, but holy fuck, he had to handle my package? It was a big deal. There were lines, and then there were lines.

This direction Lewis was taking us was way, way over the line. Like, careening for the edge of the cliff where we were both diving off headfirst. It was solid rock about five hundred feet below, and we were going to shatter our skulls on impact and die a horrible death at the bottom.

No, this was all kinds of wrong.

“For Pete’s sake. I’m giving him a sock.” Jay stormed to the bathroom and returned with one of our socks and handed it to me. “It will give you a barrier at least.”

I took the thin piece of material and examined it. A sock. For my dick. Reaching under the towel, I worked hard to maneuver it in place. It kept slipping, so I hooked it around my balls too. Better. Kinda. I opened my towel and peered down.

“Gives a whole different meaning to sock puppet. Ha! It’s a cock puppet! Muppets got nothing on me.” I swayed my hips, seeing how secure it was. Not bad. He would still be touching my dick, and that was still ten thousand kinds of weird and wrong.