Jay turned his back on Lewis and hooked his arms around both Asher’s and mine. He turned us to face the other way. Wedged between us, he lowered his voice. “Now come on, you guys. You were in character a minute ago and doing great. Don’t lose that. It’s small potatoes. Not a big deal. Just a few more shots. Show Lewis he’s wrong about you two. You can do it.”

Asher recoiled from Jay’s touch and wrapped his arms around his midsection. He studied me, and I pleaded without words. We knew it would be rough. We knew Lewis would test our boundaries, but this? This was … crazy. This was lock-us-in-the-loonie-bin material.

“I could demonstrate … Ender.” Jay smirked and matched Asher’s stance, arms crossed. “I’m sure Elliot wouldn’t mind if I showed you how it was done.”

Asher—or was he Ender right now? I couldn’t tell—glared at Jay, heat and hatred cranked to a solid eleven. “I can manage just fine. Besides, your husband probably wouldn’t like you having your hands all over some young twink’s dick, am I right?”

“Hey! I’m not a twink. I take offense to that.”

Jay wasn’t intimidated, nor did he pay any attention to my protests. “Actually, my husband and I like sharing cute little twinks between us in bed. The more, the merrier. Elliot here would have the time of his life.”

Wait. What? What was happening? Was this real or acting? What the fuck was going on?

“Are you ready?” Asher said to Lewis, taunting gaze not leaving Jay’s. “Let’s do this, man.”

“Whenever you are.”

Jay backed away, looking far too self-satisfied while Asher grabbed my hand and tugged me toward him. I stumbled, tripping on my feet. Before I could ask questions or clarify what was happening, Asher ripped my towel off and spun me, exposing me and my sock puppet dick to the entire room.

But the sock slipped, and I panicked, slapping both hands over my junk—a little too hard, making myself wince—my cheeks flaming as I hissed over my shoulder, “A warning next time. This thing is not that secure.”

Charlotte looked far too amused. Lewis looked doubtful and bored. Jay… Well, Jay was not hiding his enjoyment. He winked at me, and I wasn’t sure what to do with that.

There was no more time to process. Asher plastered his heated body against my back, drawing me into the scene again. He’d lost his towel at some point, and his dick—not covered in a sock—aligned with my ass crack—which I refused to acknowledge or enjoy because on a subconscious/totally conscious level, I knew he was my brother. He peeled my hands away from my covered cock, and then he was … holding me. Cupping me over the sock. My head screamed and yelled and protested.