A Pucking Wrong Christmas (Pucking Wrong, #2.5)

by C.R. Jane

Shaking my head, I ignored them to check my tracking app and make sure Monroe was in class where she was supposed to be. Assured she was where I’d left her, I tossed my phone into my bag and headed inside to work out.

“What the fuck⁠—” “It’s my dick in a box,” he said in a completely serious voice. “Want to unwrap it?”

Lincoln: Fucking Ari. I told him to warn her! I snorted again. Me: How exactly does Ari warn his girl that you’re kind of crazy? Me: Correction. Take out the “kind of”, and leave just “crazy.” Lincoln: You’re just asking me to spank you, aren’t you? Me: Yes, Daddy. Lincoln:…

Ari: Okay…but just checking…has it been anywhere near your dick yet? Walker: What? No! Ari: Phew. Lincoln: This is weird, even for the two of you. Ari: I’ll be up in five to get it. Walker: Wait! Are you planning for it to be anywhere near your dick? Ari:… Lincoln:… Walker: Yeah, you can keep it.