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To his surprise she snorted. “Don’t give yourself that much
credit, cat. Not all of my memories are about you.” She rolled her eyes. “I
think being home has shown me that if it hadn’t been for you,” she swallowed
hard again, “breaking it off with me like that, I would have stayed here. I
would have been happy, I know, but I wouldn’t be designing, which I love. So
maybe it wasn’t all for nothing. I don’t know if I can forgive you. What you
did was awful, but,” she shrugged, “maybe I can learn to get over it.”

“Just give me a chance, Kitty, that’s all I ask.”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, the unconscious move
making lust zing through Monk again. “Okay,” she said after a few, tense
seconds. “But I swear to God, if you go near Callie, I won’t be held
responsible for what I do.”

This time it was Monk’s turn to frown. “Callie? She sat down
with me, but that’s all.”

Color bloomed in her cheeks and her dark eyes darted away
from him. “That’s not how Daisy made it sound,” she muttered under her breath.

Thinking back over Kitty’s run into town in her bear form,
the way she’d tried to go after Callie, and the sniff test she’d given him a
few moments before, Monk was able to put the pieces together and damn, but it
made his heart thump like a damn tympani. She was jealous of Callie. It felt
good to know she still cared. The warm and fuzzies faded because he didn’t want
her hurt by the stupid bird.

“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 hips 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?”