Page 84 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
“And why the fuck do you want us to do that?” Ryker growls.
“The fuck do you mean you want me to look at Ryker longingly? There’s nolongingthere. That’s fucking weird, man.”
“Listen, the ideas you have are giving off the wrong message. You should want us to be fun, playful, or serious. Not acting like a pack that sings together.”
The photographer looks nervous. “It’s just an idea.”
“An idea that's not going to work,” I respond. “I’m not comfortable with any of this.”
Skyler helps me to my feet before getting to his. “You signed an NDA, yes?”
The photographer swallows hard. “Yes.” He nods hesitantly.
“Okay, perfect. So hear me when I say this.” Skyler grabs my shoulders and spins me to look at the photographer. “This girl here is like my little sister. She’s my best friend. That’s it. Nothing more. I won’t have her sitting on my lap and looking at our band mates like she wants to fuck them when none of us would ever go there. We’ve been fighting rumors for years, despite telling the media over and over again that we arenothing more than friends. So something like this, like the ideas you have, will discredit everything we’ve been saying and give everyone the wrong idea. Ally has a pack.” The photographer’s eyes go wide, and Skyler growls. “Something that's none of your damn business,” he points out. “So out of respect to everyone, how about we turn this photo shoot into something fun that we canactuallyuse for our next album? Otherwise, we’re going to find a new photographer for this shoot. Understand?”
“Yes,” he stammers out. “Of course."
“Thank you.” I smile politely, over this already. But I’m a professional and I’m prepared to do what I need to do to get the job done.
Thankfully, the rest of the shoot goes a lot better. Ryker took control of it and came up with some pretty fun ideas. I’m sure the photographer wasn’t very happy about it, but he took the photos anyway. He showed us some of the shots in between, and honestly, I love them.
“Thank you,” I tell him once we’re done. He nods his head, and Nate pulls him to the side to talk business.
“I can see the resemblance,” Lulu comments, looking between Skyler and Liam.
“Yeah?” Skyler smiles at her playfulness. “How so? Because we look nothing alike. I’m the good looking one.” He winks.
Liam snorts, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, you wish.”
“Don’t be jelly, big bro.” Skyler wraps his arm around Liam with a grin. “I got the guns too.” Skyler flexes, kissing his bicep.
“Yeah?” Liam takes the bait. “You sure about that one?”
“Show them,” Skyler challenges. “Let’s compare.”
“You're a child,” Liam deadpans.
“Chicken?” Skyler starts to cluck. I laugh as Lulu giggles, wrapping my arm around her while we watch them.
Liam shakes his head. “You're insufferable.” Liam takes off his suit jacket, one I love that he wears whenever we’re out doingbusiness outings. His arms are on display now, showing off his tattoos.
“How did you get anything done with this man around?” Lulu whispers.
“A lot of self-restraint,” I whisper back, and she laughs, smiling over at me.
“Fine. You wanna play this game?” Liam asks, tossing his jacket over a nearby chair.
“Stop talking and show.” Skyler grins. He loves getting his brother going. Honestly, I love it, too. It’s fun to watch.
Liam grumbles something under his breath before lifting his arm. And then he flexes, showing off a hell of a lot more muscles than I thought he had. Holy fuck, this man is ripped.
Both Lulu and I whimper at the same time, unable to hide our arousal as we shamelessly ogle our Alpha.
“Fuck–” I start.
“Me,” Lulu finishes.
Liam’s nostrils flare, his eyes darkening before shifting over to us.
