#Chapter Twenty-Three
Kitty shifted on the ledge. It was hard and she had already been sitting there for almost an hour. She clicked her phone on and read her mother's text over and over again. She said she would come pick her up, but she still wasn't here. She sighed as she considered what happened just now. She was on her way to the bus stop after spending much of her time at the library working on a long essay when Becky intercepted her and stole her wallet from her. Without her wallet, there was no way she would be able to go home. What was she going to do?
Gunner.
She looked at the time on her phone. It was almost midnight and he was most probably already home, but it wouldn't hurt to check, would it? She got up and walked back into the school. The hallways were dark but she touched her hand against the right wall until she found herself inside Gunner's office again.
"Gunner?" Kitty whispered as she walked into the dim room. He did not seem to be present but as she neared the wide couch, she saw him sprawled on it with a book covering his face. He was sleeping.
She was sure she saw him with his car before, and if he was here, then his car most likely was as well. She had to wake him up and ask that favour. He would drive her home and then he could go home and get more sleep. She reached out to wake him up but her hand stopped short of him. She retracted her hand.
No, she couldn't wake him up. She resolved to wait on the chair instead until he woke up and she started to approach it but as she started to move, Gunner's hand caught onto her wrist and he kept her from leaving his side.
"Kitty? What are you doing here? It's almost midnight," Gunner said as he propped himself on one elbow, the book falling to the side.
"Becky stole my wallet. I have no way to get home and I thought of you. Please help me," she said as she felt the burn of his fingers on her wrist.
"Christ, that halfwit," he said. "Don't worry, I'll send you home - " he trailed off as she brushed a finger across the scruff on his chin. She ran the back of her fingers on the hair and his gaze turned to stone. "Kitty - "
"I feel like I'm about to explode whenever you're near, do you know how that feels?" Kitty said to him.
"Don't say that - "
She stood above him and his back touched the couch again. She bent down and hovered over his face. "I want to feel your mouth on mine again, I want to feel your hands around my waist, I want to feel your fingers inside me, I want you to fuck me as you grab my breasts and hear you moan my name as you fuck me dizzy until your cum fills my insides. I want - " He grabbed onto her shoulders and flipped her over, pushing her back against the couch. He was above her in a split second.
"Fuck, Kitty, don't say shit like that," he said to her. "You're 17, for Christ's sake."
"I will be 18 in a few minutes."
"Your birthday is tomorrow?"
"Yes," she said and he whisked his phone out to tap on the screen before he flung it towards the ground.
"Don't," he said. "For one second, even think that I've never thought about doing those things to you. I think of you in every waking hour, every excruciating second. You haunt even my dreams."
Her breath grew ragged until she was fighting for air. "Fuck me already, please!"
He held both her wrists down on either side of her head. "Not yet."
"I can't wait," she begged. "Please."
He grabbed her chin and tilted it towards his mouth roughly. "I said, wait."
She was close to screaming. "This is Hell."
The alarm pierced the silent air and she jumped slightly at the sound. So that's what he was doing earlier.
It was midnight.
She freed her hands and clawed frantically at the buttons of his shirt until it parted for her. Her eyes feasted on his muscular abdomen and her entire body shivered in excitement.
"Now," he said, eyes hard. "You belong to me."