Only One Man Will Do by Fiona McGier Page A

personality changed again. Dmitri smiled as he saw her hardening around the edges.
    “You’re a strong independent woman when you’re
Alex Business Owner
. But once you turn into
Alex Biker Queen
, you’re all hard bitch.”
    Alexandra nodded. “You got that right. No soft edges on this female. I’m as hard as the cocks of the men I fuck. No one pushes me around.”
    He watched her ass move as she walked to the door then turned to give him a come-hither look.
    “Coming, mister?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he answered as he strode across the room to follow her out the door.
    Once again they had to take the SUV, since snow had fallen during the day. Alexandra drove, but handed her keys to Dmitri once they got to the bar.
    Noticing his raised eyebrows, she smiled.
    “This way you won’t have to fight me for them when I’m tanked.”
    “You trust my driving more than your own?”
    She nodded. “When I’m drinking…yeah. Just get me home in one piece and we can fuck like animals again.” She patted the side of his face.
    Dmitri nodded. “Yes, boss.”
    Her lips curled up as she met his eye right before she pushed the door open to stride purposefully into the crowded, noisy bar.
    Her gang was already there again, so she was greeted loudly by all of them as she made her way over to the bar to grab the beer the bartender had poured for her as she approached. Dmitri took the shot of vodka already poured for him also and followed her to the tables. He spent the next few hours watching her closely as she talked, laughed, shot pool, and flirted with any man who caught her eye.
    He was toying with getting up to challenge a biker who was tongue-kissing Alexandra and playing with her ass, when he remembered he was the weeknight bouncer for the place, and it wouldn’t be good for his employment if he was to start a fight. He patted the keys to her car in his pocket and smiled, taking another sip from his glass.
    He looked up briefly to nod in acknowledgement when one of the men in her gang sat down at his table. The man was tall and built like a football player, with an unshaven face that was supposed to make him look tough. Since it wasn’t yet a beard, it just looked unkempt.
    I think his name is Rich
, Dmitri thought, trying to remember the names of the men he had been introduced to already.
The vibe I’m getting from him is definitely hostile. What’s his problem?
    There was a lot of noise from the jukebox and the crowd in the bar, but he heard what the man said even though it was said in a low tone.
    “Enjoy it while you can, dude.”
    “What?”
    “Having her favorite cock. We’ve all had our turn being her favorite. Then the next guy she fucks turns into her new favorite. You get used to it after a while.”
    Dmitri regarded him solemnly. “I won’t.”
    The other man smiled with his lips, but his eyes looked bitter. “Yes, you will. Once it gets to be riding weather, we’ll all head out to her place near Mille Lacs for long weekends. She’s got a playroom built in the barn. That’s where you’ll learn to share.”
    “Playroom?”
    The other man nodded. “Yeah. Manacles built into the wall. Whips. Handcuffs. Dildos and cock rings. Ben-wa balls. All of that shit. If it can be used for great sex, it’s there. That’s when you’ll realize that if you can’t have her to yourself, at least you can still have her.”
    Dmitri turned away from the man to watch the red-haired vixen of his dreams continue to drink and flirt with other men. He felt himself beginning to growl from a place deep in his throat.
    The other man laughed. “You’ll see. It’s better than nothing.” He got unsteadily to his feet, swayed for a moment, then made his way back to the bar for another beer.
    Dmitri continued to watch the woman closely.
    Should I go make her pay attention to me? For what? To start a fight? With him or with her? I’m gonna be the one fucking her tonight, so what would be the point?
    His view was impeded by