Page 4 of Pixel Perfect Pack

Shit.

Shit.

Undo, unsend, delete, something, fuck.

The three blue bubbles don’t pop up for long this time. Is she thinking the same thing I’m thinking? Did I just put a huge metaphorical foot in my giant fucking mouth?

I pull up Minxy’s number and press the little green phone. It rings three times before he finally answers.

He’s busy speaking Korean in the background, or, more like yelling in Korean. He has his nephew every Friday and although they get on pretty well for a twenty-five-year-old and a ten-year-old, they spend most of the time shouting at each other over the Xbox console.

“Miss me already, big boy?” He teases me when I finally have his attention.

I pinch the skin on the bridge of my nose. “I think I just fucked up.”

“Oooooh, fucked up big or fucked up small?”

“All depends on the next message I get from JJ.”

Minxy draws in a long breath and I can tell his mouth is agape. “Noooo you didn’t.”

“I didn’t mean to, it just fell out my mouth. It’s not like I said outright hey, by the way, I love you. It wasn’t meant to be that fucking obvious.” My phone buzzes in my hand and I almost drop the fucking thing to the floor. “That’s her.”

“Read it! I need to know how badly you fucked up and I need to know like, yesterday.”

I frown down at the screen, there’s no preview of the message, just a little square icon.

“She sent me a picture,” I whisper under my breath. “Kito, what do I do?”

Using his real name seems to make him take this a bit more seriously and for that I’m eternally grateful. “I mean, this could change everything.”

“Could it? She has a boyfriend, mate. And as much of a dick as we all know he is, she has to come to that unfortunate realisation all on her own. We don’t even know if they’re bonded, they could be well and truly stuck together. Or she could be a beta with a heavy dislike for alphas. We don’t know her situation.”

“I know, I know,” I grumble, knowing that Kito is right and that there’s no reason I need to be overreacting like this. The three of us have talked through all this before. About how we’re all friends and it would be suicide to admit to JJ we’ve had feelings for her this whole time.

“Well?” Kito asks. “Have you looked yet?”

My breath hitches in my throat as I press on the message and it opens in less than a second. Right there, staring back at me is her. That’s JJ.

“I’m fucked, man,” I admit, studying the lines of her face which is mostly obscured by the phone in her elegant hand. Her pink hair is long enough to hit her ribcage, her skin is so pale it looks like she’s never seen the sun. And peaking out from behind the phone in her hand is one icy blue eye, framed by thick black eyeliner and lashes. But it’s the full body shot that leaves me breathless. I can’t see much but what I can see is that she’s got curves to die for. Her waist is cinched in beneath a cut-off band t-shirt, her hips and thighs flare out, thick and wide and hidden beneath a pair of black jeans.

“By the sounds of it, we’re all fucked.” Kito’s admission isn’t wrong. We’re all head over heels for JJ and seeing her is only going to make that feel even more real.

My phone buzzes again.

“Kito, I have to go,” I rush to say the words before he can argue with me and end the call. It used to be that just JJ’s voice would turn me on but now, looking at the photo she’s sent, it’s as if I can smell her scent from afar. Something sweet and comforting. God, what would her thick thighs feel like beneath my fingertips? How incredible would she look on her knees, bared to me?

My cock swells in my jeans and my hand slips down of its own accord. I squeeze my length, palming the beginning of my knot forming at the base. I’ve no choice but to undo my button and zip until my hard cock slips free, bouncing against my stomach. The tip is aching and red, pre-cum already dripping from the slit. I curl forward, spitting on the head and using my hand to rove up and down.

It doesn’t take much for me to think of JJ’s sweet mouth wrapped around me, my dick so far down her pretty little throat that mascara tears start to drip down her perfectly round cheeks. My other hand grips the phone in my palm so tight I’m worried the glass screen might shatter, but I can’t let it go. I know I should stop and text her back, tell her how fucking beautiful she is and how much I want to make her mine. Fuck. The words garble in my mind, the only clear thing I can see is her face, the curve of her wide hips and the pink blush to her cheeks. My movements grow more and more urgent, my ass clenching and my hips bucking while I think of all the ways I could make JJ fucking scream.My palm moves down to squeeze my inflated knot, swollen and full of blood and my whole body shivers and aches. Would she be able to take my knot? Would she be able to take all three of us?

It’d be even better if I wasn’t alone in taking care of sweet little JJ. Kito and Adair would be there too. My cock down her throat, Kito in her pussy and Adair in her ass. She’d be pulled in all directions, her plump body rippling with every thrust.

She would be so good for me.

So good for us.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I growl as my orgasm takes hold. It rips from the top of my spine right down to my toes, my whole body going rigid as sparks fly. The image of JJ still fresh in my mind as ropes of cum spurt from my cock, streams of the stuff dripping down to cover my swollen knot.

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