Whereas I should have been nauseated and urging my feet not to flee, instead, I was chanting, “Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard!” inside my head, over and over again because when someone fondles my dick—brother or not—it’s impossible not to get hard as a wooden post.

I needed to get laid. Yesterday.

With a few calming thoughts, I managed to find balance and become Elliot.

I was doing great. Swell. Perfect. Until Asher clasped my throat and tilted my head back, running his tongue in a long, raspy line over my stubbled neck.

I should not have gotten butterflies from that. My skin should not have prickled. And what was I supposed to do with my hands? They flew up of their own accord and encouraged the licking by holding Ash-nder’s head in place.

“Wow,” Charlotte and Jay exclaimed at the same time, both sounding breathy.

I hadn’t been focusing on ensuring my face was doing what it was supposed to. No one was complaining, least of all Lewis, so I assumed I looked adequately sexed-up.

“Nice. I like it. Move with it. Feel it. Get into the moment and play around. Ignore me while I take some pictures. Just go with the flow.”

Asher’s hand below twitched, which made my dick twitch. I wanted to scream at him to hold still for fuck’s sake. Any motion down below, and I was going to need to move to the other side of the world and change my name.

Not for the first time, I couldn’t help wondering how Asher was so freaking good at this acting business.

He nibbled my jaw then sucked my neck hard enough he was going to leave a mark if he wasn’t careful. His thumb trailed over my lips, and on instinct, I flicked my tongue out, circling it, and drawing it into my mouth. With hollowed-out cheeks, I sucked on it.

Asher grunted, and his hand twitched again, his grip below firming. It was only a tiny fraction of movement, but it was enough. Between that and the attention he was giving my neck, my dick swelled—how could it not? I was twenty-one years old and sex-deprived.

Asher faltered, froze. I panicked, knowing I had to do something to pull him back into the moment, or I’d lose him. Weaving my fingers into his thick hair, I yanked his head from my neck and found his lips.