Page 39 of Wicked Heat

After I give her two back-to-back orgasms, coming with her on the second, she obeys me. I tuck myself back into my swim shorts, then prepare the object in my hand.

On her phone, she’ll find a message fromLunar_Warden—because she’s never changed my name in her contacts, just like she’s stillVengeful_Summerin mine.

Marry me.

Not a question, a demand.

Because years of friendship and dating have proved exactly the kind of man I am.

I don’t seek permission.

She whirls, forming waves. Her bright gaze reflects the sky, focused on the object between my thumb and index finger.

The engagement ring.

“You already know, darling. You know I’ll do anything for you, including kill those who’d try to harm you. Be free with me, Sunshine. Put on the ring and make yourself a Westwood.”

Despite the proposal, she giggles. Over the years, my parents have come around to us together. After finishing her degree and getting a job at one of the country’s top technology companies, she’s managed to shift enough of their classist thinking. They’ve accepted there will never be another woman for me. It doesn’t make them good people all of a sudden, but they’re no longer dropping hints to breakup with Summer.

Still, her jokes about a Westwood’s privilege have never been wrong.

“As long as I’myourWestwood, my last name doesn’t matter.”

“Damn right.” I slide the ring onto the fourth finger of her left hand.

And then, I kiss her.

Finally, I got the girl.