Page 63 of Light Up My Life (Forbidden Heat 3)

That meant everything to me. And she’d said that she loved me. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard in my life. We’d declared our love for each other, finally. I couldn’t believe it. That was the only good thing in my life right then. Everything else felt like it was turning to dog shit. I was suspended from the job I loved, my family fortune was lost to me, and now my father was dead.

I didn’t know what to do next.

My mother kissed me and told me she was going to go home. Her driver was waiting for her. She had to get away from the hospital. She would work with them to arrange everything and tomorrow we would meet with the funeral home to discuss the arrangements there.

It was happening all so fast. One moment my father was giving me hell for something that wasn’t my fault and the next moment he was gone. It just didn’t make sense, but it put everything into perspective. Life was far too short to waste on worrying about the small stuff, or about things we transformed into huge problems in our minds. No, it was pretty silly, actually.

What had I been doing with myself?

Kat stood up as I walked out and said goodbye to my mother. Then she wrapped her arms around me and held me closely. She kissed me on the cheek as I buried my head in her chest. I was shattered. I never knew that my father’s death would affect me quite the way it did. I’d had so much anger over the years in my heart about him. He would always be there for me. He would always be there in my heart.

“Are you alright?” Kat asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be ok,” I replied. “I just can’t believe he is actually gone. It just doesn’t make any sense. I just spoke with him hours ago. He was yelling at me. Our last conversation ever was a stupid fight. Shit. How could I be so stupid? It was a damn waste of time. Fuck.”

“It wasn’t your fault. He called you to argue, not the other way around. I thought you showed great restraint. You handled it like a gentleman.”

“Thanks,” I said. “It means so much having you here with me.”

“Anytime,” she replied. “I’ll always be here for you.”

I held her close to me in a warm embrace. Her soft hair nuzzled under my chin as I hugged her. Her sweet lips kissed me on the cheek and then moved over to my lips before continuing the hug. I was so glad she was here with me. So damn glad. I wasn’t sure how I could have stood up under this pressure without her.

“Thank you,” I said. “I meant what I said before. I do love you. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“I feel the same,” she said.

She hugged me tightly and I knew that she really did feel that way. I wasn’t sure what this meant for us, but I knew it was going to change some things. Now was not the time to talk about it, though. Right now, I had to worry about burying my father.

It was crazy to think about. This was really happening. Every time the thought occurred to me that I was never going to see my father again, I felt a huge twinge of pain in my heart. I felt a bit sick, like I was going to fall over in a dead feint. I felt my knees getting weak, my body grow heavy, and the aching bones all over my body start to crumble. But then I would snap out of it and everything would be ok again.

“I need to go home,” I said. “But I don’t want to be alone there.”

“You won’t be,” Kat said.

I hugged her closer to me as we left the hospital. We hopped in the ride we’d ordered, and they took us to my place. Once there, I began pouring the whiskey and Kat did not let me drink alone. Within an hour or so, we were both shitfaced and for the first time in several hours, I was not in total pain. I felt better, almost normal.

We played some pool, watched a movie, and continued drinking though the evening. All of it was working as a good distraction to keep my mind off the fact that my father had just passed away. I was in mourning, but the full brunt of it all had not quite hit me just yet. Occasionally, I’d have a sobering moment and the pain would return with a vengeance, but then it would go away again as I hit another drink. I knew it was not a healthy way to deal with his, but it was there, and it was the way I had chosen. And now I was staggering around drunk. I could barely make it to my seat without falling over.

I made my way from the pool table after the third straight defeat (Kat was petty freaking good) and I sat down hard with a glass of whiskey. It felt good to let my inhibitions go and just drink until I was on the verge of passing out.

As I sat there drinking, the room spinning, and my whole world seeming like some impossible dream right then, I felt something wonderful happening between my legs. I glanced down and I saw the most beautiful face taking my dick between her mouth. It took me a few moments to realize that it was Kat. She had become turned on by the alcohol most likely, and now she was ready to have some real fun. I was sure she thought it might make me feel a bit better.

And she was right. Her sweet mouth swallowed me whole as I sat there drifting in and out of consciousness. It was too bad that I was so wasted because this was one of the best things that I’d ever felt happening to my hard cock.

And everything was about to go dark…

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lance

The funeral was over. I watched as they lowered my father’s casket into the ground and began to cover it with dirt. This was what my new life was now. It no longer had my father in it. The world no longer had my father in it. That was a concept that I was having a massively hard time dealing with. I’d been crying off and on for days at random times. It would just hit me out of the blue, or I’d see something that reminded me of dad or an argument that we once had and then I would feel the tears coming down hard. I was tired of grieving, but I couldn’t stop it.

Kat stayed right there by my side through it all. She had to go back for softball a few days, but she was able to arrange it in her schedule that she could fly back here for the funeral. And the next day we would have the meeting with my father’s attorney to discuss the conditions of the will.

It was all too much to think about and deal with. If Kat hadn’t been there, I might have crumbled under the weight of it all. She was great. I missed her so much when she wasn’t around, and I didn’t want to be anywhere else except right by her side when she was there. That was how close we’d become. Ever since we’d said those three magic words to each other, our relationship had skyrocketed. It was difficult doing the long-distance thing, but we were going to make it work.

The funeral was strange because so many people that I didn’t know were coming up to me and telling me how much they loved my father and how he would be sorely missed. After a while the words stopped having any meaning to me. These people were all just going through the motions, pretending that they cared

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