Page 60 of Consummation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #3)

I shoot daggers at Garrett again and then return my gaze to Kat.

“Garrett here didn’t think you were marriage material because you’re so sexual.

Let’s talk about that, shall we? Because, my love—my beautiful, sexy, feisty, funny, kinky, perverted, wonderful sick fuck—the way your motor runs so fucking hot is definitely one of the best things about you.

You’re highly sexual because you’re so fucking passionate, Kat—because you’re relentlessly honest and raw and a fucking beast in every way.

You should never, ever be ashamed of your amazing sexuality.

It’s your superpower, baby.” I glare at Garrett again, and, for some reason, a rage rises up and boils over inside me.

“Hang on a second, my love,” I say to Kat.

I drop her hands and take a menacing step toward Garrett, pointing at Kat behind me.

“This woman right here is a fucking unicorn,” I seethe.

“She fucks like a dude and sucks a dick like nobody else.”

Kat squeals with glee behind my shoulder.

“In fact, she’s quite literally the best dick-sucker the world has ever seen. If there were an Olympic event in the sport of dick-sucking, Katherine Morgan would take the gold, silver, and fucking bronze.”

Kat makes a sound of pure joy.

“And the way she fucks? Oh my God. When it comes to fucking, this woman right here is truly gifted. If fucking were thinking , Kat Morgan would have a genius-level IQ.”

Kat bursts out laughing and so do I.

But Garrett isn’t laughing. Not at all. “I’m calling the cops,” he seethes.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Garrett. No, you’re not.

Because we both know I’m in your computer right now—and what information I’ve got access to.

But, for what it’s worth, I promise I’m not here to harm you today.

Actually, I’m here to thank you—from the bottom of my heart.

If you hadn’t been such a slut-shaming prick who was more concerned about what Mommy and Daddy would think than letting yourself be truly happy in this one fucking life, if you’d rather secretly beat off while watching porn on your computer than fuck a woman who looks like Kat every day of your life—then all I can say is, you’re my new best friend.

Because, thanks to you and your tiny dick and even smaller balls, this gorgeous woman is all mine ’til the end of fucking time, praise be to God. ”

Kat makes a strangled sound.

“Which brings me to that question I’ve got for you, Kat.”

I turn away from Garrett, pull the closed ring box out of my pocket, and kneel down. “Katherine Ulla Morgan,” I begin, holding up the box, a huge smile on my face.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” Kat shrieks.

I pause, thinking Kat’s gonna calm down and let me get a word in edgewise, but, instead, she lets out a pained wail like she’s a spider and her eight legs are being simultaneously ripped off her body.

“Babe,” I say. “Are you okay?”

She nods, but she looks like she’s about to keel over.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” I say. “I guarantee you, when I open this box, your knees are gonna buckle, babe.”

Kat puts her hands on my shoulders, squealing and trembling.

I take a deep breath. “Katherine Ulla Morgan,” I begin again, beaming up at her—but before I can say another word, Kat pivots, buckles over, and barfs all over Garrett’s shoes.

“What the fuck!” Garrett yells, jumping back.

I burst out laughing. Oh my God. This is the best day of my life.

“You people are fucking crazy!” Garrett shouts. “Get the fuck off my property!”

I stand, howling with laughter. “You okay, babe?” I choke out, completely ignoring Garrett.

Kat’s laughing hysterically right along with me. “Yeah, I’m great.” She wipes her mouth. “Oh my God. Now that’s a story for the grandchildren.”

“I’m not gonna say it again,” Garrett says. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but—”

I’ve suddenly got anti-freeze in my veins.

In a flash, I’ve got a fistful of Garrett’s shirt in my palm and I’m slamming his backside against his front door.

“My hacker’s in complete control of your computer right now, motherfucker,” I growl, “which means he’s in complete control of your life .

Now, if you don’t believe me, go check your screen right now—your screen-saver is that selfie you took when you were getting blown by that hooker in Vegas. ”

Garrett’s jaw drops.

“Go look at your laptop if you don’t believe me, cocksucker,” I grit out. “I’ll wait. ”

Garrett waffles briefly and then slams the door in our faces.

“You need some water, PG?” I ask.

Kat nods. “Sorry. That was so gross.” She looks down at herself. “Did I get puke on my pretty dress?”

“Nope. Not a drop. Just all over Garrett.” I chuckle. “So fucking hilarious.”

Kat giggles.

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

“I’m great.” Her face is positively glowing. “Better than great.”

“Hang on. I’ll get some water and your toothbrush out of your duffel bag.” I sprint to the car, grab a couple bottles of water, Kat’s toothbrush, and a tube of toothpaste out of her bag, and race back to her. “Here you go, PG. Do your thing. I’ll wait.” I wink.

She smiles sheepishly and walks toward the side of the house, but before turning the corner, she stops and turns around. “Josh, please, while I’m gone, for the love of God, don’t change your mind about what you’re planning to ask me. Please .”

“Are you gonna say yes?” I ask.

She clutches her heart. “Of course.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

“Was there ever a doubt?”

“Babe, when it comes to you, I’m never completely sure what the fuck you’re gonna do.”

We beam massive, excited smiles at each other.

“Now go brush your teeth, hot momma,” I say. “I’m gonna wanna kiss you after you say yes.”

“Oh. Right. Okay. I’ll be right back.” She sprints around the side of the house, giggling, and disappears.

I pull out my phone and text Henn. “The Asshole’s inside his house, looking at his computer. He was threatening to call the police. Send him a message loud and clear, would you? Make sure he knows he’s at my fucking mercy.”

“Gotcha, boss. When he comes back out, the tiger will be nothing more than a pussy cat—I promise.”

Kat returns from around the corner looking fresh as the morning dew at the same time Garrett opens his front door, his face bright red.

“Motherfucker,” Garrett says. “So this is blackmail? You want money? ”

I scoff. “No, not at all. This is twenty minutes of payback for you being a total asshole to the love of my life for eight long months. I’m gonna make your life miserable for mere minutes and then leave you alone to cheat on your wife as much as you please.

Of course, you deserve to have me fuck up your life irreparably, but by all accounts, your wife is a really sweet lady and totally clueless about you.

So I’m not gonna do a damn thing to you, just to spare her from embarrassment.

Plus, as a side note, blackmailing a guy worth a mere fraction of my net worth would be a pretty stupid thing to do, don’t you think?

Yeah, that’s right, Garrett, I’ve seen your bank statements.

I could buy you at least a hundred times over, fucker.

” I point to Kat’s necklace. “See that? Real. ” I hold up Kat’s arm like she’s a rag doll and point to her sparkling bracelet.

“And this? Real. Both gifts from me—and that’s just today .

Who the fuck knows what tokens of my affection I might give her for Christmas and her birthday and maybe after she sucks my dick extra nice.

And do you wanna know why? Because this woman’s gonna be my wife . ”

Kat lets out a loud wail and throws her arms around me.

I hug her to me, still looking at Garrett Asshole Bennett, my eyes burning with near-homicidal rage. “Make no mistake about it, motherfucker, any wife of mine is gonna be dripping in motherfucking diamonds, cocksucker—I promise you that.”

Kat makes a very, very bizarre sound—a sound I couldn’t categorize if I tried—and presses her body fervently into mine, kissing my cheeks frenetically.

“So,” I say, dodging Kat’s furious lips, “like I said, if you want us to leave and never come back, then all you’ve got to do is stand here and watch me pop the question and we’ll be on our merry way, off to fuck like rabbits for the third (but not final) time today, never to think about your pathetic, hypocritical, miserable ass ever again as long as we both shall live.

” I look at Kat. “You ready, my love? It’s time for me to ask you to be my wife. ”

Kat nods, her eyes blazing. “Oh my God.”

“But, wait. You know what? One more thing before I do that.”

Kat throws up her hands and exhales loudly, flapping her lips together.

I wink at her. “Patience, my love.” I look at Garrett and my jaw sets. “Apologize to my future wife for what you did to her, asshole. ”

Garrett looks flabbergasted.

“It’s okay,” Kat says, putting her hand on my forearm. “Let’s not waste our time on—”

“Ssh. I told you, baby. This is my fantasy, not yours.” I look at Garrett again, my eyes burning.

“Tell my future wife and mother of my child you’re sorry for what you did to her.

For using her. Lying to her. Slut-shaming her.

You gave my future wife a complex about her superpower and now you’re gonna tell her you’re sorry. ”

Garrett’s nostrils flair. His jaw muscles pulse. He looks at Kat, not a hint of apology in his eyes. “Kat, I think you took things between us way too hard. I don’t even remember saying you weren’t ‘marriage material’—”

“Are you calling my future wife a liar ?” I bellow.

“No,” Garrett says quickly, recoiling.

I take a deep, shaky breath. It’s taking all my willpower not to beat this little prick to within an inch of his life. “Now apologize to my future wife. Last fucking chance.”

Garrett looks like he’s gonna cry. “Kat, if I said that to you—which I honestly don’t even remember—”