The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

"Hey stripes, the whistle ain't a dick, you can blow it,”

“I personally don’t plan to do very much talking.” She gaped at me and I gently tapped her chin to close her mouth. “You’ll need to be a little wider than that, sweetheart.”

“Sir. Sir!” the waitress called. “Sir, can you come down, please?” “I love Olivia,” I told her. “This dick is hers.” “Uhhh,” she said, her gaze dipping to my dick. I made a slicing motion in front of it. “That’s not yours.”

“The only way to prove it,” he said, his voice pitched low, “is through…your dick.” I stared at him, completely confused as the Uber pulled up. “I can’t really do that right now,” I tried to explain as I got into the car. “My dick tried to prove it, and she still left.”