Free Ace in the Hole by J. R. Roberts Page A

“Only it was lucky I waited and didn’t run into him here.”
    â€œI knew he had a partner,” Calhoun said. “I wanted to find out who it was. Imagine how surprised I was when it turned out to be a woman—and a beautiful one, at that.”
    â€œBeautiful,” she said, “as well as smart and hungry.”
    â€œYeah,” he said. “That, too.”
    She released his cock and ran her hand over his chest, stopping at each scar.
    â€œDid you get these in prison?”
    â€œSome in prison, some before,” he said.
    She touched one. “What’s this from?”
    â€œBullet.”
    â€œAnd this one?”
    â€œA knife.”
    â€œAnd this?”
    â€œA bigger knife.”
    She touched his side, which had three puckers in it, equidistant from each other.
    â€œAnd this?”
    â€œA pitchfork.”
    â€œOuch,” she said. She leaned over and kissed the largest of the scars. “You must be a hard man to kill.”
    â€œI am,” he said, “and I’m a hard man to control. I’m not Tom Kent, or your husband.”
    â€œI know that.” She slid her hand down between his legs again and stroked his heavy testicles.
    He grabbed her by the wrist. “So if we do this,” he said, “you’re not callin’ the shots. I am.”
    â€œI’ve been waiting for a man to come along and call the shots,” she said.
    â€œI thought Tom was your man.”
    â€œI thought Tom was your friend.”
    â€œI ain’t friends with no lawman.”
    â€œBut if he does this—”
    â€œI sure as hell ain’t friends with a crooked lawman,” he said, cutting her off. “He’s provin’ he’s not a man to be trusted.”
    â€œAnd you are?”
    â€œYeah,” he said, “I am. If I say I’m gonna do somethin’, I do it.”
    â€œSo you’ll kill Arliss, and all of the other men in the game, and then you’ll kill Tom?”
    â€œI’d kill anybody who gets in my way.”
    â€œEven me?”
    â€œEven you.”
    She moved quickly, straddling him, trapping his erect penis beneath her.
    â€œWhen you called for me at that other hotel today, I knew you were the man for me.”
    â€œHow did you know that?”
    â€œBecause you’re the only real man I’ve ever met,” she said. “When you opened the door of your room and I saw you standing there, I had to get my clothes off as fast as I could.”
    â€œDid you ever tell Tom Kent the same thing?”
    â€œTom Kent was a means to an end,” she said.
    â€œHuh?”
    â€œDarling,” she said, stroking his chest, “I was supposed to meet him so I could meet you. It was fate.”
    He reached down, lifted her by the hips so that his penis could ride up again, then brought her down on him, impaling her.
    â€œThat feel like fate?” he asked.
    She laughed and said, “It feels like you’re going to fuck me silly again.”
    â€œYou got a dirty mouth for a woman.”
    â€œYou don’t like it?” She rose up and came back down on him, taking him all the way into her steaming depths.
    â€œYou crazy?” he asked, reaching for her breasts. “I love it!”

TWENTY-FOUR
    Clint rolled away from the sleeping, naked woman in his bed, stood up and walked to the window. He’d only felt he could keep up with one woman tonight, not two. He let the women decide who that would be, so Loretta was sleeping in his bed at the moment. It was nice to be in demand with two civilized women who were willing to share.
    He thought about what he’d agreed to do, play in this big game with gamblers from around the world. Certainly one of his friends Bat Masterson or Luke Short would have been better suited to this. Even Ben Thompson. But the fact was he’d walked into this, and the curiosity level was too high for him not to do it. He’d played in some