A/N: That's a big 10-4.


They were on a highway in the Midwest at 1:30 in the morning. The stretch of this highway was isolated this time of morning save for big rigs and one beat up pickup truck trying to make it back to Nashville before rehearsal began for tour. It was Rayna's first tour; her first record had just dropped and had hit the charts like a hammer, taking everyone by surprise with its success. Everyone except Deacon, that is.

She was in the passenger's seat next to him now, her slender short-clad legs propped up and her feet sticking out the window. They'd driven six hours for Deacon to perform at an open mic, solo. Rayna had sat at the bar and watched him with heady eyes, downing a few shots and swaying along to the music. After he'd finished his set to applause and screams from Midwestern girls in shorts and tight tank tops that exposed their bellies, Rayna had pressed her body against his, and slid her tongue into his mouth, kissing him so deeply that all those girls stared daggers at her. His reaction to her, the way he pulled her closely to him and slid his hands over her body, the way he didn't even look at those girls made it abundantly clear that he was no one else's but hers.

They were on the highway now, the full moon guiding them back to Nashville. It poured into the car, reflecting off the dashboard providing ample light.

Rayna swung her legs back into the car and turned to look at Deacon.

"You were so good tonight, babe." She said, twisting a piece of her hair around her finger and then letting it go, the wind picking it up and throwing it across her face.

Deacon turned to look at her, "Thanks, baby." He grinned, "You were pretty good tonight, too."

She looked at him in confusion, and then laughed. "Well, I didn't want those girls to get the wrong idea. You're mine." She said, smiling.

Deacon adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, "That is very true." He nodded; he wouldn't ever want to be anyone else's, anyway.

"Can't say I blame them, though, those girls." Her voice had a singsong quality about it that had Deacon raising his eyebrows as he glanced at her and then back at the road.

"No?" He asked, curious.

"Oh no." She shook her head dramatically, "You're hot, babe." She let out a low, lazy whistle, "You're hot in general, but up there on that stage—god." She closed her eyes and pressed her head back against the headrest.

Deacon laughed, "I guess I know which one of you I'm gonna get tonight."

Rayna was tipsy. And whenever Rayna was tipsy she was either one of two things: asleep, or very, very horny.

Rayna laughed, and grinned at him, "Oh, babe, I don't know if you've even met the me you're gonna get tonight."

Deacon saw her unbuckle her seatbelt and when he turned to look at her she had her fingers under the hem of her shirt. He looked between her and the road as she lifted it up and peeled it over her head, tossing it in the small backseat area of his truck.

He licked his lips, "Baby, what are you doin'?"

Rayna reached up behind herself and unclasped her bra, throwing it in the back with the shirt. Deacon turned to look at her and her bare breasts bathed in moonlight made him gasp.

"Shit, Ray." He said, swallowing hard. "You're so beautiful."

Rayna smiled and reached down to adjust the seat so it leaned back a bit, then she undid her jean shorts, tilted her hips up and shimmied them down over her hips, taking her panties along with her shorts. Deacon glanced over and ran a hand down his face after her turned back to the road.

"What in the hell are you doin'?" He asked again, his voice gruff with arousal.

He turned and looked at Rayna, his eyes skating over her body—the moonlight danced off of her milky skin, and he found himself immediately rock hard. He shifted in his seat and smiled as he turned back to the road—one look at Rayna, naked or clothed, was usually all it took for him to be straining against his jeans.

Rayna pressed her head into the headrest and closed her eyes, her hand skating down over her breasts. She teased her own nipples and let out a little gasp as she pulled and pinched them.

"Fuck," Deacon breathed out, trying to wrench his attention away from her and place it back on the road.

Rayna continued playing with her breasts, caressing them, letting out little moans as she found ways of touching herself that she enjoyed.

"Do you know what I was thinking about while you were up on that stage tonight?" She asked, her voice heady.

Deacon cleared his throat, focusing on the road, "What?"

Rayna smiled, "Mm, I was thinking about how wet you make me." She slid her hand down her stomach, "And you do. I've been dripping wet since you were on stage." She sighed as her fingers skated around her core, teasing herself, "I was thinking about how good you feel sliding into me." Her voice dropped an octave, "That's what I was thinking about while you were up there—your big hard cock sliding into me over and over again until I come around it."

Deacon gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he saw her fingers toying with her opening before he dragged his eyes back to the road.

"Do you want me to touch myself, Deacon?" She asked, "Do you want me to slip my fingers inside myself right here in your front seat?"

"God, yes." Deacon said, gritting his teeth, "Touch yourself, Ray."

She didn't usually like doing this sort of thing, but watching him up on that stage tonight had gotten her so turned on she couldn't stand it. She slid one finger into herself, tentatively, sliding it in and out. She gasped a little, and then added another finger, moving them rhythmically in and out, not anticipating just how good it would feel. She'd been throbbing since Deacon took his place on stage earlier in the evening. She let out a little moan as she worked faster, her thumb brushing over her own clit. She tipped her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes.

Deacon glanced over to watch her fingers moving in and out of herself, and though he didn't think it possible, his jeans got even tighter.

"Does it feel good?" His voice was gravelly, arousal coating every word, "Fucking yourself with your fingers?"

Rayna moaned, "Mm, it feels so good." She said, pumping her fingers in and out of herself, "But not as good as it feels when you fuck me." She opened her eyes and looked at him, watching his mouth open and his breathing quicken.

She loved what she could do to him, loved watching him react to her. Just then, she noticed they were coming up on the cab of a big rig. She knew she should stop, duck down and try to cover herself—she knew those drivers could see everything from their perches. But as she buried her fingers into herself, her thumb circling her clit, she didn't care. As they came up on the cab, she arched her back off the seat, moaning as she rubbed her clit with fervor.

"Are you gonna come for me, baby?" Deacon asked, "Are you gonna come around your fingers right here on my passenger's seat?" He reached his hand over and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it.

Rayna gasped, her breathing ragged. "Yeah, Deacon, I'm gonna come for you." She said, her fingers slamming in and out of her pussy. She felt her body stiffen, felt her muscles clench around her fingers, "I'm gonna… I'm coming… Fuck!" She yelled, as her orgasm rippled through her and she let out a cry, collapsing back down into the seat.

They were past the cab of the big rig now, but Rayna turned around to look out the window—she saw the driver's face, grinning. He was speaking into his CB radio. She smirked. He was alerting drivers up ahead.

"I think the driver saw me." Rayna whispered, her fingers still sliding lazily in and out of herself as she came down from the orgasm. She shuddered as a small aftershock ran through her.

Deacon's head whipped around to look at her, watching her fingers continue their work. He glanced in the rearview mirror and smirked.

"As long as he knows you're mine." He caressed her breast, feeling the weight of it in his hand before he brought his hand back to the steering wheel. "As long as he knows your gorgeous tits are mine." He said, shaking his head.

Rayna smirked, "Oh, I think he knows."

Somewhere underneath the cloud of lust shrouding his brain, Deacon thought he should be pissed—he wasn't into other men looking at Rayna, though he knew they frequently did. But something about it felt sexy to him, somehow. It felt naughty, a little exhibitionist.

Moaning at the loss, Rayna withdrew her fingers from herself. With a wicked grin, she reached her hand over and put her fingers against Deacon's lips. He opened his mouth immediately, drawing her fingers into his mouth, running his tongue around them. He groaned as his lips closed around her fingers, lightly sucking on them.

When they were clean, he released her fingers with an audible pop, "I love the way you taste." He smirked, "And your pussy's mine, too."

Rayna dropped her voice low, "And you use it so well, too." She whispered, enjoying the look of hunger that immediately settled over his face. He loved it when she talked dirty to him. She trailed her fingers down his chest, drawing them lower and lower until they touched him through his jeans. "I see you enjoyed that." She squeezed him through his jeans and he groaned, bucking a little into her hand.

She withdrew her hand, "Slide your seat back a bit." She whispered as she took a rubber band from around her wrist. She tied her hair up in a ponytail as Deacon moved his seat back.

She reached over and undid his jeans, slipping her hand inside his boxers. She gripped him, enjoying how hard he felt in her hand. She leaned over and pulled his jeans down, slipping him up and out of his boxers. She ran her hand up and down his length, watching his face as she moved her hand to circle the tip, spreading the wetness she found there around. She brought her hand back down to the base, and then up again. He was breathing hard, trying not to close his eyes, trying to concentrate on the road.

She leaned over the center console, adjusting herself on the seat so she could get into a good position. She lowered her head to his lap.

"What're you doing?" He asked, breathless.

She looked up at him and grinned, "I'm sucking your cock." She explained before she sank her mouth down onto him.

"Fuck." Deacon breathed, as her mouth enveloped him.

His hips bucked a little as her mouth slid over him. The softness of her tongue sliding over him sent a rush of blood to his already throbbing erection. She slid her head up and down, sucking gently on his tip as her tongue traced the line on the underside of his head.

Deacon gasped, sucking in air as he wound her hair around his hand, resting his hand gently on the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on him. He had one hand on her head, one hand on the steering wheel and for a moment he could scarcely believe this was his life: getting amazing head while he drove from the sexiest fucking woman he'd ever known. Not to mention the love of his fucking life.

She drew him further into her mouth until he felt himself bump the back of her throat. Her hand around his cock tightened, squeezing, and then her head came up, followed by her hand—over and over again she repeated the motion, taking him as deep in her mouth as she could, laving her tongue around him.

Deacon groaned, and then noticed an expanse of white passing by the passenger side window. "Baby," He pulled on her hair a bit, trying to lift her head up, "Baby, we're about to pass another big rig."

She resisted his pull and sucked on him harder, swirling her tongue around his head as her hand moved rapidly up and down his shaft. She took her mouth away for a moment, her breath hot on his cock as she spoke, "Let him see." She whispered before she lowered her head back down to him.

"Oh, fuck." He whispered, as her words hit his ears—as their meaning sunk in.

As they passed the big rig, Deacon didn't need to look over to see that he was being watched. He could feel it, the trucker's eyes on the scene happening in his pickup truck right now—Deacon smirked, and then guided Rayna's head with his hand, pulling her up and down on his cock. Giving just a little bit of a show.

As they passed the cab, Deacon felt his orgasm coming on, "Baby," He said, pulling her hair up to warn her, "I'm going to come."

Rayna moaned against his cock, and she quickened her pace, working her tongue over him as she slid her hand up and down his shaft rapidly.

Deacon felt his release ripple through his body, and he cursed under his breath over and over again. He focused on keeping his eyes open and on the road as he felt himself tumble over the edge. Rayna continued sucking him, moaning again as he came in her mouth, swallowing what he gave her.

When he was done, he felt Rayna sucking lightly on him and he shuddered, letting out a little laugh. She laughed around his cock and then pulled her mouth from him.

She tucked him back inside of his pants and then sat back in the passenger side. She licked her lips. "I love the way you taste." She said, grinning, "And your cock is mine."

Deacon chuckled, "You are somethin' else, Ray."

She hummed, and put her head back against the headrest, her eyes fluttering closed. "That was fun." She said, smiling.

"And sexy as hell." Deacon said, bringing his seat back up to its regular position.

"That, too." Rayna agreed, sleepily.

Deacon glanced over at her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, her perfect breasts illuminated just enough by the moonlight streaming in to his truck. Satiated, she was asleep. He knew he should wake her up, but as he watched her sleeping peacefully, contentedly, he decided it could wait. Even with the moonlight casting its glow on the expanse of land, he knew he had the best fucking view in the world, right there on his passenger's seat.

They'd talk about it for years, what they did on the naked ride home.


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