by Fiona McGier
“I did tell your father I represented a conglomerate of Russian companies.”
“I thought that was just bullshit to impress my dad.”
“And I told you it was partly true. Maybe I have to do a few things to be sure it’s all true. Otherwise your father is going to wonder why I’m hanging around his daughter so much.”
Alexandra snorted. “Honey, men have been hanging around his daughter since middle school, when my tits started growing and didn’t stop until I was almost too big for a double D!”
He nodded. “Of course. But this trip will combine a few things I need to get done. I’ve been putting it off because I’ve been enjoying spending so much time with you. But I need to look at the bigger picture and that means I’ve got some things to take care of.”
“So, you’re not gonna just go whack some guy your cousin Ivan, the ex KGB-agent, told you to?”
In defense, he attacked. “Why the sudden interest in my affairs? I don’t ask what you’re doing at your office all day. Or on the nights I’m not here.”
“Working. And working out then resting so I’ll be up for multiple rounds of energetic fucking when I see you the next time. So there!” She stuck out her tongue at him.
Dmitri smiled. “If you really want me to account for my days and nights, I’ll call you and fill you in.”
He watched as a myriad of emotions played themselves out on her face.
She’s nosy…she’s jealous…and she appears to be anxious. She doesn’t want me to go. Maybe she’ll be willing to give up any pretense of needing other men. Maybe she’ll realize she doesn’t need any other men when she has me.
Alexandra’s lips twitched upwards before she spoke. “Well, at least it’s supposed to be warm enough to ride this weekend. That means we’ll be headed out to my place up by Mille Lacs. I’ll probably get the gang to ride up there with me on Saturday and we can get the place aired out and open for the season.”
Dmitri’s face set in stone as he remembered what he’d been told about the pleasure room in the barn. He firmly clamped down on his rising jealousy.
She’ll head out there with the gang? There’ll be group sex and orgies going on? Other dicks will be fucking my woman?
He realized she had stopped talking and was staring at him now, trying to read his face.
He doesn’t look happy about me heading out to the farm with the gang. I wonder if someone’s been talking to him, telling him what we do out there. Too bad. He’s gonna be gone, probably fucking other women. What does he expect me to do? Sit around playing with myself waiting for him? I’m not a commitment kind of gal…
“Alexandra…” he began in a stern voice.
“What? I’m not Sashka to you anymore? You Russians are so funny with your multiple names…”
“That’s how you know I’m being serious. I’ve heard about the kinds of things you do with your gang when you go out to your farm. I’m not sure I want you going there without me…”
“Well, you’re going to be out of town, so tough shit. I won’t know how many other women you’ll be fucking while you’re gone, so try not to think about what I’ll be doing.”
“My business is going to keep me too busy to look for women to fuck. Besides, the only woman I’m interested in is you.”
“Well I’m not a one-man kind of woman. I don’t do monogamy. Marriage is a cheap-ass legal maneuver thought up by a man to keep the little woman horny at home while he goes out and cocks a leg over whatever pussy catches his eye. I swore years ago no man is going to make a fool out of me like my dad did to my mom. She still can’t figure out what she did wrong. I’ve tried to explain to her he’s just a pig. Most men are. The only way to stay safe is to not let any man get the upper hand. Fuck any you want to, and make sure they know that’s what you’re doing. They can either accept me the way I am, or get the fuck out of my way.”
She glared at him defiantly, with her arms crossed over her chest.
“What if you change your mind?”
“I won’t.”
“Is there any way you’d reconsider?”
“No.”
“Nothing I can do to make you feel differently?”
Alexandra shook her head. “Nope. And don’t even bother asking me to come with you out of town. Now I’d see through that as a way to keep me fucking only you.”
“I wasn’t planning on asking you to accompany me. The things I’ve got to do require me to travel light…alone. But in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been the only one in your bed lately.”
She smiled over her coffee cup at him. “None of my gang has ever been in my bed here. No one even knows where my condo is. That’s part of how I keep my different personas separate. You are the only one who knows where I live…you’re the only one who’s slept here with me, and you’re the only one I’ve let fuck me without a condom. That’s already way more concessions than you deserve, considering I don’t really know much about you.”
He bowed his head slightly. “I’m honored. What more do you want to know about me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. How about, where did you grow up?”
“On a farm in a small town near Minsk. My father was a farmer.”
“I thought your family business was being KGB agents.”
“That’s from my mom’s side of the family.”
Alexandra laughed. “Your mom? No wonder you can handle a strong woman!”
Dmitri’s lips twitched as he nodded. “Yup. Dad taught me how to farm, but Mom taught me how to fight and how to shoot while I was still a young boy.”
“And how to pick locks?”
“Nah…I picked that up along the way from other kids who were older than me and didn’t mind teaching me stuff like that if I shared what I knew about fighting.”
“So, your cousin up in Grand Marais…he’s from your mom’s side?”
“Da. He’s her brother’s oldest son. When I was old enough for college he invited me to move into his apartment with him in Moscow. That’s where my education really began…both academically in my classes, and through what I learned from him. He told me I was the most promising of his cousins and he had high hopes for me. The Iron Curtain had been torn down when I was a kid, but the country was still in upheaval from the fall-out. The collapse of the Communist government meant no one was really in charge, and those who worked for the KGB were skilled enough to be sure they were always in on whatever action was happening. I met a lot of the old ones, those who had stories even more hair-raising than Ivan’s. But it was from him I learned the most about how to work the system…any system, to come out ahead.”
“And he was the one who sponsored you into the US?”
His lips twitched again. “Uh…yeah…in a way.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not here legally, are you?”
“What is that thing you people say? I refuse to answer on the grounds it may incriminate me.”
“So that’s why as smart and educated as you are, you’re working as a bouncer in a biker bar?”
“Actually no. You are the reason I’m working as a bouncer in a biker bar. You’re the only reason I’m still in this city. If I wasn’t enjoying you, I’d be long gone.”
“To where?”
Dmitri shrugged. “It’s a big country. Anywhere I want to go.”
They drank their coffees in silence for a few minutes, both still too busy digesting dinner to want to move off the couch.
Alexandra sighed. “I’ve never lied to you. I told you from the start I’m not interesting in being part of a monogamous couple.”
“Yes, you did. But I’m still holding out hope that you just hadn’t met the right man yet. Until now.”
They stared into each other’s eyes for a while, both trying to read the other’s thoughts, neither having any success.
Finally Alexandra broke the silence. “Are you coming back?”
“That’s my plan.”
“So you’re not giving up on me?”
He leaned forward to run his fingers through her hair, his hand traveling to the back of her head as he leaned further forward and covered her lips with his for a long, passionate kiss.
He drew back slightly and looked into her eyes, their noses almost touching.
“Will you miss me?”
She licked her lips, the slight movement of her tongue darting out of her mouth making his cock twitch, even though they had spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours having sex in every position they could imagine.
“Um…I won’t know until you’re gone.”
“Fair enough.”
Dmitri stood up and picked up the coffee pot and his cup.
“Let’s soak in the Jacuzzi for a while, then make wild passion one more time before we sleep. I know you have to be up early tomorrow, and I’ll be leaving when you do because I have an early flight.”
Alexandra was able to temporarily ignore the thoughts whirling around in her head as she followed him down the hall. They were soon involved in sexual acrobatics so intense she had no time to think about anything else.
But much later that night as they lay close together in the darkness, she stared at the ceiling while she listened to him drifting off to sleep.
He’s going to be gone. He might not come back. If he does and I’ve been with other men will he leave for good? Why should I care? He’s just another man with a huge dick. Plenty more of them around. Men are replaceable. There’s always one with a bigger dick right around the corner, waiting for me…right? And in the meantime I’ve got my gang. None of them are as hung as he is, but I’ve always had plenty of orgasms with them. Nothing like having one man slamming into your hole while you suck another guy off…right? I’ll be fine. I won’t miss him that much. Right?
She tossed and turned for a while before finally falling asleep. She woke up feeling exhausted and not at all looking forward to the new week.
Chapter Ten
On Wednesday night when the phone rang as she was running on the treadmill, Alexandra thought about just letting it ring. But she had a feeling it might be Dmitri calling, so she jumped off the machine and grabbed it off of her table before the sixth ring took it to voicemail. A quick glance at it told her she was right.
“Hello?” She was panting from exertion and hoarse, so she grabbed her water bottle and gulped a few times.
“Hello, Alexandra. I hope your out-of-breath condition only indicates you were working out, not entertaining in my absence.”
“Ha ha, Mister Smart-ass. If I was entertaining I wouldn’t have answered the phone.”
“I see. Well I’m glad you did. It’s Wednesday and I’ve been lying on my hotel room bed thinking about you and how we usually pass our time on Wednesday nights.”
“Why do you think I’m working out so hard, asshole? You won’t be coming over later to ease my stress, so I’ve gotta take care of things myself.”
“And I have no doubt you will, later. As will I.”
“Too bad you didn’t call later. We could have phone sex and orgasm together, even if it’s long-distance.”
“Do you want me to hang up and call back later?”
“No. It’s good to hear your voice.”
“Can I take that to mean you miss me?”
“Yeah…well, I mean I miss your huge cock, anyway.”
“It is attached to me, so I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You do that.”
“So one of the reasons I called is to get directions to that place of yours, just in case I get back into the area early enough to be able to meet you out there on Saturday.”
“I thought you were going to be gone longer.”
“Things are going well and I might be done sooner than I anticipated.”
“Do you have a piece of paper and something to write with?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then. You need to take 694 west until it turns into 94, then head north on 101 until it turns into 169. Take that north until you hit 27 and head east. You’ll be right under Mille Lacs Lake then. When you hit the town of Bayview, head south on the only road you can, then right before it ends turn left and the driveway for my place will be where the road ends. The mailbox says Blackstone. You’ll be able to see the house from there, and there will be bikes parked all over the place.”
“Got it. Will you be happy to see me, if I can manage to get there Saturday night?”
“Yeah. I’ll be keeping it juicy just for you.”
“Woman, you torture me.”
“I know, right? See you soon?”
“Da.”
“Okay, then, big guy. I’ve gotta finish my work-out before I run out of energy. I’m trying to get myself in riding shape, so I’m pushing harder than usual. You just keep on thinking about me, and yell out my name when you come. I’ll be listening for it.”
Dmitri chuckled. “Fine. Good night, you gorgeous vixen.”
She smiled. “Good-night to you, Boris Badenov.”
* * * *
Dmitri caught a late night flight out of O’Hare on Friday. As he stared out at the dark night, he thought over what he had accomplished during his time in Chicago.
That woman Ivan put me in touch with seems really good. What a coincidence I’d met her before. Since she remembered me from our long-ago encounter, when I did her a favor, she’s going to do her best to assure I’ll be a legal alien on a visitor’s visa by next week. Nice to know those who used to be enemies can put aside old grievances and help out a fellow agent. Ivan got himself legal using her and he’s been here so long he’s a citizen now. If I’m going to stay for the long-term, I need to be sure I won’t have to keep moving. Plus once I’m legal, I can register as the representative for the Russian companies Ivan put me in touch with who are trying to break into the US market. That will make old man Blackstone happy enough to welcome me into the family…presuming I can get his wildcat of a daughter to agree.
His mind wandered off for a while as he amused himself with images of what he planned to do to celebrate his wedding night with the redhead he craved, once he got her to agree to give up other men for a steady diet of energetic fucking, Russian-style. His cock responded as it did whenever he even thought of her and aware of the fact that most of the other passengers around him were asleep, he spent some time adjusting himself to avoid injury from the zipper on his suddenly way-too-tight jeans.
Tomorrow I’ll rent a bike and follow her directions out to the family farm. I just hope I don’t find her fucking any of the other guys. I’ll have to control myself so I don’t hurt anyone…too much. I’m running out of ideas on how to convince her that the only man she needs is me. If she starts having fun with the others in her gang again, she may forget just how good it is between us. I’m not ready to give up on her…yet. But there’s only so much I can take…
He went back to moodily staring out the window at the passing of the dark sky.
* * * *
Dmitri didn’t have any trouble getting a hold of a bike. He called the guy his boss told him to call, and the man was only too happy to dispense with filling out any paperwork since he didn’t balk at the amount of cash he was asked to fork over. The only real problem was Dmitri had never ridden a Harley before. He was able to get it off the lot and out in the street, but it handled differently from any other motorcycle he’d ever been on before. He found an empty parking lot and spent some time learning how it rode, how it took turns, how it felt when it changed gears, etc.
Since he hadn’t slept on the plane, he’d gotten a late start in the morning. After he felt comfortable with the Harley, he set off in the early afternoon, heading up for the family place Alexandra used for her gang’s party-house. It was a couple of hours later that Dmitri pulled up to the house with her name on the mailbox. As she had predicted there were bikes parked all around the house, so he rode up and parked his as well.
He stro
de up to the house and yelled into it when he tried the door handle and found it open.
“Hello! Anyone home?”
He heard a female voice yelling from the back of the house.
“Back here! I’m in the kitchen. Come on back.”
He followed the voice and walked into a cozy farm kitchen that immediately reminded him of home. There was the aroma of baked goods and other foods cooking and he smiled at the sight of a dark-haired female bending over to get something out of the oven. She turned around to put the brownies on a cooking rack and smiled back at him.
“Hey, Dmitri. Alex said you might be coming out here today. In fact she seemed kind of disappointed you weren’t already here. She was afraid you might have gotten lost somewhere.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t remember your name…” he began.
“I’m Emma. I’m the one who used to work for Alex but left to open my own bakery. She helped bankroll me and in return she owns part of my business. I’m not making much of a profit yet, but business is steady, so it’s all good.”
Dmitri nodded. “I remember. She told me you used to be married to an abuser and she helped you out of a bad situation.”
The woman nodded then sat on one of the chairs at the long table and took a long swallow from the plastic cup of beer near her. She waved at the other chairs.
“Sit. Take a load off. I can’t yak for long since I’m still working on dinner, but I can take a breather.”
“Where is everyone?”
She smiled. “What you mean is where’s Alex, right? They’re all out in the barn, partying. We got up here hours ago. We opened all the windows to air out the house, turned on the water, the electricity and the gas, and put sheets on the beds. The keg is tapped, the case of Reverend Jack is open and she started on her own personal bottle hours ago. “
Dmitri heard himself growling as he tried to keep his face neutral.
“You’re not happy about her fucking the other guys,” Emma made it a statement of fact.
