#Chapter Forty-Seven
Kitty threw herself forward at Melanie, who wrapped her hands around her back and hugged her tightly. She felt some tears on the way but forced them back down, intent on making sure she could see as clearly as possible. They parted and Kitty passed Melanie's friendship bracelet back to her, and she put it back on with a bright smile.
"I'm so sorry, Melanie," Kitty said. "Thank you for believing me."
"It's okay," she replied. "I'm the one who should apologise. I should've believed you instead of jumping to conclusions."
"What happened?"
"My dad cleared things up," Melanie said, stepping aside to let her come in. Kitty walked into the home. "He never lies to me, so I knew that you were telling the truth."
Kitty exhaled in relief. She still had yet to find a single flaw in the wonder that Gunner was. How could someone like him even exist? It was hardly fair to other men. "Everything just happened so quickly. We were only friends at the beginning, and he let me use his office to escape from my bullies, but as time went on, we grew closer, and before I even realised it, our friendship had turned into something sexual."
"Catch me up on everything later," Melanie said as they walked to the couch and she put Netflix on. Kitty flicked through the movies available.
"Are you sure you want to know though? I mean, isn't he your foster dad? Why would you want to know about his sex life?"
Melanie picked up her tumbler to sip from it. "I didn't grow up with him, so it's not as gross as it would be if I were the one talking about the sex life I have with your father."
Kitty winced. "Please don't ever do that. I'd hate it so much."
"There was once where we - "
"For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control…" Kitty quoted the Bible and Melanie clutched onto her belly and laughed.
"I was just kidding," Melanie said, taking the remote control from Kitty. She put a movie on.
"The third movie? Oh man, we hardly survived the one before this."
"I don't know why, but I can't stop watching these movies. It's like watching a train wreck."
"Ugh," Kitty said and continued watching the movie. They were about one-third in when Kitty felt a strong hand touching her forehead to brush her hair back as a kiss was placed on top of her head. She turned around to see Gunner looking down at her with softness in his eyes. "Gunner!"
"You look more and more beautiful everyday, Kitty," he said.
"I didn't even hear you coming in," she said and he smiled.
"What's this crap you're watching?" Gunner asked and Melanie laughed. "Again? I'm paying 2o bucks a month for you to watch this trash?" He laughed.
"Yes," Melanie said. "Also, please take out the trash. It's your turn."
Gunner rolled his eyes and disappeared down the hallway. Kitty got up from her seat. "Please excuse me," she said to Melanie.
"Where are you going?" Melanie asked.
"Just the toilet," she replied and Melanie nodded.
Except she didn't head to the toilet. She wandered around the home, checking out some photos hanging on the wall. Most were of Gunner and Melanie, during birthdays or other important dates. As she walked down the hallway, one photo caught her attention and she stopped before it. It was Gunner, much younger, his arm around a pretty blonde woman who looked several years older than he was. Their bodies were flush against each other, and they were both wearing the same ring on their ring fingers.
It was his wife, Margaret Kelly.
But Gunner was no longer wearing his ring. And Melanie mentioned a few times that she did not like her foster mother, but she never explained why. Kitty moved past the hallway, softly calling Gunner's name, but there was no reply. She approached the back door, and headed outside.
She was at their backyard and there was a lawn mower on a patch of grass. She neared it and reached out a hand to touch it. It looked like a mini car and she was contemplating giving it a push across the grass when rough hands caught her from behind and she jumped, letting out a gasp of surprise.
"Miss me?" Gunner asked her. She faced him and wrapped her hands around his nape to pull him down into a kiss. He tasted like lemon, and the smell of wood drifted from his body to her nostrils. She put her hands underneath his shirt and trailed her fingers up his hard back as his hand dropped past her waist to grab onto her ass with a hard pull into his core. He parted from her and went towards the lawn mower, switching it on. It sputtered loudly and a resounding hum filled the air. His eyes found her again. "Put your hands on that wall."
"But we're outside!" Kitty exclaimed.
"Nothing we haven't done before," Gunner said. "Or do you not want it?"
Kitty broke out into a smile and went to the wall, putting her hands on it. Gunner came up behind her and pushed her hair aside to reveal her neck. He placed his lips on her soft skin and sucked on shoulder, slowly moving up towards her neck and up the side of it as a moan left her lips.
"What if Melanie - "
"Lawn mowers are loud," he said and his hand disappeared up her skirt to pull her panties down until they bundled around the midpoint of her thighs. He pushed three fingers into her mouth, deep into her throat before taking it out and returning his hand between her legs. Her body shuddered as he inserted three fingers into her, putting them all the way in.
"Gunner…"
Removing his hand, he grabbed her shoulder and waist with either hand and bent her over. His fingers found her ass and he separated her butt cheeks, and her pussy spread open for him. He kicked one of her legs outwards and put his feet between her feet. She waited for him to push into her slowly but cried out in pleasure and surprise when he sheathed himself all the way into her in a split second with a hard thrust. Pulling out, he thrust hard into her repeatedly in a steady rhythm and they climbed to the climax together. As they neared it, both his hands grabbed onto her hips, pushing and pulling her into his cock, stopping a few times to sink deeper into her before he pushed her body away again, only to drive her back into his cock. Cries of pleasure left her mouth and she straightened her back as the climax hit, and he put one hand under her shirt to fist one tit, his nails digging into it, his cock pounding into her hard. They drowned in the climax together, and after it weaned off, they did not have to look at each other to know that sex had only begun.