Hi Folks, this one is little bit different. This one was inspired by Chrissie Steele's song "King of Hearts." Those of you who checked my twitter page for the update kind of knew that and hopefully were able to listen to the song. I hope it put you in the mood so you can get a better feeling for the story. As with most of my stories, sex plays a very small part in it, so those of you who need an outlet might want to skip it. The first two thirds of the story were edited by the incredible Mikothebaby. Any mistakes in the last third are completely mine. This story is a bit longer than what I've been writing lately, so you might want to hold off and read this one when you have some time. Next week we'll be back to more action, adventure and revenge. SS06
The smell of your body lingers on my sheets tonight. The sting of your kiss still burns in my heart. I go crazy just thinking about you. I can feel your shadow lay down on me. You're the king of hearts.
I rolled over in my sleep and reached for him. And as he had a thousand times or more over the past three or more years, he rolled away just as my fingers were about to make contact. I could see his smiling face only inches away from my outstretched fingers.
My eyes opened up and he melted away, the same as he did every other time when I woke up. The never ending ache in my heart seems far worse when I'm awake. Perhaps that's why I sleep so much nowadays.
The acrid smell of weed; and the scent of stale beer and sweaty bodies, pushes me into full consciousness. The lust filled laughter of a familiar female voice makes me far more aware of what's going on. I slide out of my bed angrily and head downstairs.
As I get closer to my living room, the TV gets louder and so does the laughter. The smell of the marijuana is almost over powering this close to it.
As I enter the living room, I notice four or five men and one woman. The woman is my so-called roommate Beth. Beth is giving one of the guys that I don't recognize a blow job while another fucks her from behind on my couch. There are two guys watching what has to be the last baseball game of the season. One of them, a black guy with long dreadlocks, Marcus, is an old friend. The other, a squirrelly looking younger guy that again, I don't recognize, is the one smoking the weed.
"Beth, you need to do that shit in your room," I scream. "Not my fucking living room." I turn towards the squirrelly guy. "Get out."
"Be cool," he says.
"It's cool as hell outside," I snap. "Just get the fuck out of my house. I don't need any assholes smoking dope in my fucking living room. Seeing as how my house has always been a known biker hangout, the police give me regular visits. I don't think going to jail for your stupid ass is on my agenda."
"Okay, I'm putting it out, mama," he says.
"Good, then get out after you do." I reply.
"Well, I gotta go get my homies," he says. "They're upstairs."
I run back upstairs and look in Beth's room. Her room is empty. I open my door and find two people I've never seen before about to have sex in my bed.
I pull open a drawer and pull out my gun. "Get the fuck out of my room or I'll splatter your fucking brains all over the walls," I yell. The two on the bed look towards me and their eyes get huge. The man is clearly upset and the girl, she's probably in her mid-twenties, but she's too stupid to be called a woman, is smiling. She doesn't realize how close she is to dying.
"It's cool," says the guy. "We were going to use Beth's room, but it's pretty much a shit hole. We saw that this one was empty so we ... uh."
He gave me one of those smiles that are supposed to display all of his boyish charm and just make every woman he sees weak in the knees and wet in her nether regions. It didn't work.
I guess on paper it should have. He was tall and muscular. He had long hair that was tied back out of his eyes. He had a nice beard and a menacing appearance. I checked off every box on my list and he should have done the trick. But he didn't.
Once he saw that his charm had failed, he tried to get tough.
"Listen bitch, I said it was cool," he said. "I don't know what kind of rules this club has but I don't take orders from no bitches. You need to stay in your place." I raised the gun and aimed it directly at him.
"I'm sorry about what I said before," I said. "I'd never be able to put your brains all over my walls. Your brain, hypothetically speaking, since there's no evidence that you have one, is too small a target."
"Bitch..." he said, trying to rise to his feet. "You ain't gonna shoot me."
"Why not?" I asked. "Let's see how this plays out. You're making threatening moves towards me. You're as big as a fucking train and you've invaded my bedroom in my house. So if I cap your dumb ass right here, all the police will say is, "Self-defense."
"Let's all back this down a peg," said Marcus from just outside the door.
"Trey, you're in the wrong. When we first came here this morning we all understood that the house here is not the club's property. We came here because there's no fucking heat at the clubhouse. Beth told us that we were not allowed upstairs. Once she started screwing your friends, she told you that you and your lady could use HER room. You shouldn't be anywhere else in the house. Secondly, this isn't Beth's house. I think it's time we all left."
Trey got up and started putting his clothes on, grumbling all the time. He said something about uppity women and something else about not having the stones to pull the trigger and Marcus corrected him.
"Yeah, she would have," he said. "You've ridden around this area long enough to know what's up, Trey. Have you ever heard of a guy they call the King of Hearts?"
"Yeah," said Trey. "He was the best rider, the best fighter, the president of the club and all of that shit. He just disappeared, right?"
"Not exactly," said Marcus. "Anyway, Christina here was his old lady. She's been through more shit than you can shake a stick at. And if it came down to it, she really would have shot you. And she'd probably have gotten away with it."
Trey and his girlfriend walked back down the stairs and sat down on the couch. Marcus and I followed them down. By the time we got into the living room, the two guys on the sofa were DP'ing Beth who was moaning loudly.
"Oh yeah Baby, fuck me. Fuck my slutty ass," she moaned. She was flat on her back on top of one of the guys, while the other was on top of her in what can best be described as a Beth sandwich.
"Time to go guys," said Marcus. "Now!"
The guy on top pulled out of Beth and climbed off of her. He didn't look happy but seeing the look on Marcus' face, he didn't say a word. He hadn't even bothered to take his clothes off. He'd just unzipped his pants. He zipped them up and was ready.
The second guy's dick made a popping sound as he pulled it free of Beth's asshole with no regard for her. From the way she yelped in pain, the abrupt uncoupling probably hurt.
Beth looked as if she was as high as a kite. She had no idea of what was going on or why. She just stared around her dumbly.
Marcus turned as they got to the door. "Chris, I'll call you later or tomorrow. It's going to be a really cold winter. We're probably going to go down south for a while," he said. "I have a friend who knows a guy who has a business down there who might hire us for the season and then we can ride back up here when the weather turns warmer," he said.
"But Marcus," I began.
"I know Honey," he said softly. "But when he was here, we had a lot more members. We had a much bigger clubhouse and we used to do those bike shows and swap meets all winter. We were also doing bike repairs and all of that. We don't have any of that sh ... stuff anymore so we have to do things differently. Digger isn't King by a long shot. But he is in charge of the club now, so..." He shrugged his shoulders.
"For what it's worth, I agree with him on this. This is going to be a long cold winter. We're going to get a lot of snow. This is a survival move, honey. You're welcome to go or stay as you please. If you want to go, you can be my back-seater. No strings of course." Then he turned and left.
After I closed the door, I immediately ran back up the stairs to my room. I noticed something that I hadn't noticed just a few moments ago when I was threatening that asshole and his stupid girlfriend. They'd been on top of my blankets. I stripped back the blankets and sniffed my sheets. They still had his smell. The sheets still smelled like King. I also have a bunch of his old clothes and a lot of his personal things so I don't forget.
I lay back on the bed and thought about the good times. I'm thirty two years old, so I actually should be living the good times now, but I made one huge mistake and now I feel like a ship without a rudder.
I take a huge whiff of the musty odor coming from my unwashed sheets. That smell is like a drug to me. It fires all kinds of memories and inflames all of my senses. Just as I'm about to start remembering, Beth staggers drunkenly into my room. "Hey, where'd all the guys go?" she asks. "I'm sure there were guys here. I feel like getting fucked; but not in the ass. My ass is sore. Are there any guys in here?"
"Beth, just go lie down in your room and sleep it off," I command. She nods her head and staggers drunkenly into the wall next to the door.
"I could have sworn there was a door here," she says. "Your room is so complicated."
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