by Danica Avet
“I haven’t touched her since that one time in high school,” he blurted before she could think that he actually wanted Callie. “I don’t want her, you know. She just follows me around and—”
“It’s okay, Monk,” she cut in with a smile. “It’s not like I expect you to actually live up to your name. I’d just like us to be exclusive while I’m here.”
Wait, what? “What do you mean? Of course we’re exclusive. You’re my mate.”
Her lips thinned and she got that stubborn look on her face again, the same one she’d had the other day when she told him it was just sex. “You’re jumping to conclusions again, cat. I never agreed to be your mate. I’m just barely agreeing to starting our friendship over.”
“Friendship?”
“Well yeah, why not? We used to be friends and this time around, we’re old enough to enjoy a sexual relationship without strings attached.”
“What?” he choked out, still not sure he understood what she was saying. “You want to be friends with benefits? With your own mate?”
She frowned at him. “We’re not mates, Monk. An old, faded bite does not a mate make. As for being friends with bennies, I can’t deny that I really enjoyed having sex with you and I’d like to do it again.” She wasn’t as blasé about her words if the color of her cheeks was any indication.
He wanted to roar at her, snap at her and tell her fuck no, but his cougar, that crafty, wily hunter, stopped him. It knew Kitty was theirs. It also knew she was bound to be stubborn no matter what he told her to convince her they belonged together. The only solution would be to make her see it. He’d once told Ram that Daisy wouldn’t believe he loved her if he didn’t show her. Those words came back to haunt him as he stared into Kitty’s beautiful eyes. His mate needed to be shown she was the one he loved, the only one he needed.
Monk couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his mouth, or the heat that pooled in his groin as he scented her arousal. He knew exactly how to show his Kitty-Cat she belonged with him forever.
Kitty waited for Monk to tell her to fuck off, to demand his rights as a mate, to try to mark her again, something. He did none of those things. His slow smile was pure sex, the dark light in his green eyes making her heart race and her pussy weep in anticipation. She didn’t know what changed his mind about coming after her in full mate mode, but she was glad for it. Chasing after him in bear form, smelling his arousal on his skin, had left her feeling frisky.
She hadn’t lied to him. She wasn’t ready for them to pick up where they’d left off. Kitty wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready for that. And yet she couldn’t deny herself the pleasure only Monk could give her. Even without him touching her, without him pounding deep inside her, she quivered with need. It was only for him and had always been that way. What that said about her heart, Kitty chose to ignore. The physical was so much easier to handle than the emotional. Besides, her body ached for him.
So when Monk grabbed her by the shoulders and spun until her back was to the brick wall he’d been leaning against, she went with the flow. He pinned her in place, his nostrils flaring as he no doubt caught the scent of her arousal. I’m practically begging for it. If he hadn’t moved me here I probably would’ve dropped to the ground and raised my ass in the air for him to mount me. Hmm. Her body flushed all over at the thought of him pounding into her from behind, his claws digging into her as he fucked her to orgasm. Maybe next time.
Because he chose that moment to dip his head, his mouth plundering hers until she couldn’t breathe. The material of his shirt, while soft, abraded the aching peaks of her breasts causing her pussy to nearly drip. She should have been embarrassed by how wet she’d become from a kiss, but she didn’t care. It would make it easier for him to thrust into her.
Kitty moaned in the back of her throat, her hands tugging at his hair. She arched against him, pressing her breasts to his chest appreciating the long kiss, but wanting so much more.
As though he read her mind, Monk pulled back, his face flushed with lust. “Are you ready for me, Kitty-Cat?”
Her womb clenched, more moisture slicking her passage, but instead of falling into a puddle of painful arousal, Kitty gave him a challenging smile. “Give me whatever you have, cat.”
His pupils exploded. With a snarl, he spun her around to face the wall. Kitty winced as her nipples brushed the rough brick and she braced her hands against it to keep them from being rubbed raw. She should have been more specific about how she wanted this. As hot as it would be to fuck him against a wall, she would have preferred something like plaster since it would have been easier on her—
The press of his cock against her slick nether lips barely prepared her for his entry, the hard, long thrust as he pushed into her until the fabric of his pants met the backs of her thighs burning her from the inside out. She moaned at the sudden invasion. He felt so good inside her, his cock hitting all the right places and filling her to the brim.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he asked in her ear. His tongue swiped over the sensitive lobe, making her cream, another bolt of desire making her shiver around him. He chuckled. “You always did like having your ears played with, huh? I was disappointed when I saw you’d cut your hair off, but I like knowing I can do this,” he leaned forward to suckle her ear lobe and she cried out, “without moving your hair aside.”
“Monk, move, dammit!” She tried to buck her hips against him, to get him to move, but he grabbed her with strong hands and held her still.
“Not yet, Kitty-Cat. You had your fun last time, now it’s my turn. So stay still,” he admonished with a light slap against her left ass cheek. He stroked his hands over her ass, massaging lightly. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy this is, baby? You completely naked, pressed against a wall, me still covered except for my cock which is buried inside you? I can see how much I stretch you and if I do this…” He pulled out just a little. “I can see your juices on my dick.”
Kitty’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at the slight movement, her pussy tensing at the decadent drag of his shaft against her inner walls. “Please,” she breathed, resting her forehead against the wall. “Please fuck me.”
He purred. “I love it when you talk dirty. Tell me something else and I’ll give you a reward,” he urged with a flex of his hips that sent his cock back inside her.
A hiccupping breath escaped her. He wanted her to talk? She could barely remember her own damn name. “Fuck me,” she panted, trying to twist her hips to make him move.
This time, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed hard against her. It made the crown of his cock nudge her cervix. A high-pitched keen escaped her at the burst of near-painful pleasure.
“Tell me what you want me to do, baby,” he said again, his other hand sliding up her stomach to capture one of her breasts in his palm. “Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast until my balls are slapping against your clit? Do you want me to take you slow so you can feel every ridge of my dick inside you?” He pinched her nipple, tugging gently. “Do you want me to put my hand on your pussy so I can play with your clit while I fuck you? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
Kitty was panting, wheezing in fact. When she’d challenged him, she’d expected him to be impatient to come. She wasn’t prepared for this in-control Monk. Her claws had punched through the tips of her fingers the second he spanked her. She dug into the brick to keep from lashing out at him, her bear wanting to come. The male had her pinned, his cock inside her. He should be fucking moving, but go figure, her cougar had a plan up his sleeve to drive her crazy.
She licked her lips, her mind picturing what she wanted. She’d never really done dirty talk except for that one time three days ago. But it seemed Monk wasn’t going to let her come without a little effort on her part.
“I want you to fuck me hard and fast, like you want to come before someone passes the end of the alley and sees us.” The words were almost garbled from her raspy breathing.
His hi
ps moved, his cock withdrawing from her before returning in a hard thrust. “Like that?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“Mm, yes, like that, but faster. I want to feel your cock piston inside my pussy. I’m so wet for you, Monk, so wet and ready and—”
An inarticulate cry escaped her as he fulfilled her wish. He held her body immobile with a hard arm around her waist, his hips slamming against her ass as his cock tunneled into her. The wet, slick sounds of their bodies meeting mingled with his rough pants in her ear. The hand on her breast slid down between her legs, his fingers finding the swollen bud at the top of her slit.
Kitty threw her head back to rest on his shoulder, groaning cries wrenched from her throat as he tortured her clit, giving her just enough pressure to let her know he was there, but not enough to bring her over. His clothing scratched against her hypersensitive skin, adding another layer of eroticism to an already overwhelming buffet of arousal.
“Fuck me, Monk,” she ordered, her tits bouncing with his hard thrusts. “Make me come.”
Movement out the corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned her head to see someone peeking out of the door of the building they were fucking against. Her vision was too fuzzy from need to tell who it was, but knowing someone was watching Monk mount her caused her to shake from head to toe, her orgasm roaring up from nowhere.
Kitty moaned loudly, her pussy giving one last warning flutter before she exploded in a million pieces. “Yes! Yes!” she screamed as Monk gave her hips a little jostle that changed the angle of his thrust.
The slight change caused the length of his cock to glide across a small bundle of supersensitive nerves. White-hot pleasure flashed through her. A sound that was a cross between a roar and a cry escaped her, her orgasm going from awesome to oh-my-God-I-think-I-might-die-from-the-pleasure and Kitty had never embraced the thought of death with as much zeal as she did now.
She clenched around him, making him grunt, his hands sliding down to cup her hips, holding her in place for his pleasure. His slams became more erratic, his breathing more labored, the tension in his body evident in the hard grip he had on her.
“Come in me,” she whispered in a voice that was hoarse from too much panting and moaning and, oh yeah, screaming. “Come inside me, baby.”
With a strangled roar, he did, his cock jerking inside her, his heat bathing her channel. He pressed his forehead between her shoulder blades as he continued to slam into her, his claws threatening to break through her skin. Kitty moaned, her pussy fluttering around his still-pumping cock, a warm wave of contented pleasure washing over her. It’d never been like this with anyone else and she felt a tiny spark of fear in her soul because she knew she’d never find another who made her feel this way.
“God, woman,” Monk purred against her spine, placing soft, nibbling kissing over her shoulder blades. “The top of my head just about blew off.”
“Mm.” She pushed the fear away for now. This was just temporary. Monk wasn’t the only male in the world. She’d find someone when she was ready to mate. If she was ever ready. “That was amazing.”
He nipped her with his teeth. “Better than just nice?” he asked in a teasing tone.
Kitty craned her head around to see him, but only managed to catch his sexy smile out the corner of her eye. “A lot better than nice,” she shot back, giving her internal muscles a little squeeze.
Monk sucked in a hissing breath, his body shuddering against her. “Evil woman.” He kissed her spine again and moved away, his cock sliding out of her. “We’d better go,” he said as he started to fix his clothes. “Someone might—”
“Kitty Marie Chambers!” an all-too-familiar voice shouted at the edge of the alley.
Whipping around, Kitty saw Daisy standing with her arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her face. Shit.
“Daisy Lynn, it’s not what you think,” Monk said, coming to stand in front of Kitty as though he could protect her from her cousin’s wrath. “She was—”
“She scared the living daylights out of Mrs. Boudreaux who was watering her garden when Kitty came barreling through in full bear-rage mode, then she almost made William Foret drive his lawnmower off the road, not to mention the phone calls from the Rise N’ Dine about a rabid grizzly bear who kidnapped you,” she paused for breath, “and then I find she just finished fucking you in an alley?”
Kitty cringed at the reminder of everything she’d done, but her stomach twisted into knots as she waited to hear Daisy’s verdict. It was one thing to defile her cousin’s childhood bedroom and a completely different thing to have sex in an alley where anyone could hear them, and someone most definitely saw them.
“Kitty Marie, you’re a pervert.” Daisy’s loud voice bounced off the walls of the alley. “A pervert who probably just scarred Zach Trahan for fucking life.”
“Not for life, although I’ll definitely be having nice dreams for a few months,” a wry male voice said behind them.
Monk spun around, his face twisted in surprise. “You won’t be thinking of it for long if I bust your fucking head open,” he snarled at the tiger shifter who owned the building they’d just fucked against.
Kitty’s face exploded with heat. God, what did I do?
“Let me get you home before my daddy comes out here to investigate,” Daisy suggested with a shove of Monk’s shoulder. “Get outta my way, alley cat. Taking advantage of my poor, sweet, innocent cousin in an alley of all places. You’re a pervert too.”
“Wait a second,” Monk stated, reaching for Kitty, but Zach, always something of a hothead, sauntered up with a cocky grin.
“You’re gonna what, little kitty?” he taunted.
Before Kitty could correct Daisy, apologize to Monk, or threaten to kick Zach’s ass, her cousin had dragged her out of the alley and threw her into the front seat of her cruiser. She looked back in time to see Monk and Zach rolling around the alley.
“You have to stop them,” she told Daisy when her cousin climbed in the truck.
Daisy peered over her shoulder. “They’re okay. Not using claws or anything. Besides, after the show you gave him, I’m sure Zach has some energy to burn and Monk is wishing he could punch me in the face like that, but won’t because he knows I’d kick his ass.”
Kitty sighed as she turned away from the sight of Monk and Zach duking it out. Shifting to get comfortable on the seat, she squirmed at the feel of something rough beneath her tender ass. She looked down to see Daisy had brought a towel with her.
“You’re such a whore.” Daisy’s words were harsh, but she said them with a small smile as they drove out of town, leaving the fighting males behind.
“You’re one to talk. At least I didn’t have some guy eating me out while I was on the phone with my mother,” Kitty shot back, wrapping the towel around her naked body. “Thanks for the towel.”
“Ram likes to catch me when I’m distracted,” Daisy defended herself. “You practically pillaged today.” She sniffed. “I’m so proud of you. And I brought the towel because I refuse to have Monk’s love juice staining my seats.”
“Daisy!”
Her cousin only grinned and gunned the engine. “Dude, you can’t play the good girl with me anymore. I now know you’re the kind of girl who drags a man into an alley and fucks him within an inch of his life and does it with someone watching.” She held up her fist. “C’mon, give me some, you kinky bear.”
Kitty groaned and slumped against the door. She was never going to live this down.
Chapter Six
“Kitty. Kitty, wake up.”
A low whisper and a gentle push on her shoulder roused Kitty from sleep. She grumbled and buried her head under a pillow. She was having such an amazing dream. Monk had her tied up to his bed—which she’d never seen—and was licking honey off her skin. They’d just gotten to the point where he was devouring her pussy when someone rude wanted to wake her up.
“If you don’t wake up now to stop that boy, Thomas is gonna go after
him with his gun,” Tante Claudette insisted in a soft whisper. “Now get up.”
Her last command was accompanied by a sharp slap to Kitty’s ass. Kitty let out a muffled yelp and sat up to glare at her aunt. A glare that died as her aunt gave her The Eye. Damn, they should not be able to do that to fully grown women. But she looked down anyway.
“Sorry, Tante Claudette,” she mumbled as she rubbed at her eyes. “What’s wrong? Who’s getting shot?”
Claudette folded her arms over her chest, her long nightgown a lot prettier than Kitty would have expected of her straitlaced aunt. “Monk’s gonna get shot if he doesn’t stop that caterwauling. Thomas has been working fifteen-hour shifts this week with one of his deputies out and he’ll either shoot that idiot, or arrest him.”
Kitty gaped and vaulted out of bed, throwing on her short silk robe. “Monk? Where? What’s he doing?”
“Don’t you hear it?” Claudette asked, cocking her head to the side.
Pausing in the process of grabbing her sneakers, Kitty listened as well and heard…music. “What in the world?”
She darted out the guest room, down the stairs she’d nearly broken in her haste to get out of the house the day before, and onto the porch. After that, she wasn’t sure she could walk anymore, or breathe. Because Monk stood in front of her aunt’s house wearing his high school letterman jacket. It was a little tight around the shoulders, but she remembered wearing it during Mardi Gras and breathing in his scent embedded in the material.
That wasn’t what stopped her short though. No, it was the fact that he was holding an iPod over his head with Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes playing. A bubble of laughter traveled up her throat, but she held it back. Say Anything had been one of the movies she adored as a teenager and she’d made Monk watch it with her at least half a dozen times. And now he was reenacting her favorite scene as best he could.
