Many of you have told me that you thought my Nov Challenge felt like it wasn't finished. Well I have taken on that challenge and this chapter is the result. You will probably need to read the Nov Challenge to get some background to this chapter (in case you don't want to, basically it was set between Deacons forth and fifth rehab visit and dealt with the times Deacon had stuffed up and begged Rayna to take him back - all with some smut thrown in).
This chapter will also be added to that story, so if you want to read /reread you will find this over there as well.
Giggling at herself, Rayna staggered up the path to the front door. Her high heels caught on the uneven pavement, and the lack of light further hampered her progress. Deacon tweaked an eyebrow in her direction as she squealed. Giving him a sheepish grin, she righted herself, impressed that she had saved herself from falling over. Sighing she gave up and removed the heels. Muttering curses under her breath at the small pebbles assaulting her bare feet, slowly made her way to their porch. Deacon bit down on his lips, smothering his laughter as he watched her gingerly make her way up the path. Knowing how independent she was, he knew she would have refused his help. He rolled his eyes at himself, admonishing the thought that he should have gone and swept her up in his arms, like so many romance movies.
Reaching out a hand, he directed Rayna up the front steps. He silently asked if she was okay. The wide smile she gave him, not only assured him that she was okay, it also sent a shot of lust straight to his core.
"Babe, good to see your dance moves are still as awesome as usual"
Rayna slapped him as she laughed at his observation.
"Come on you sweet talker, open the damn door"
"Yes, ma'am"
Rayna lent against his back as he opened the door. She gave him a kiss behind his ear before he moved away.
She briefly gave a thought to those she left back at the event, but Deacon tugging her towards him vanquished those thoughts.
Deacon's kiss spoke of love as his arms cradled her like she was the most precious thing in his life. No one else had ever made her feel so cherished, though he was quick to call her out when he thought she was acting like a Belle Meade princess. He swirled her around, slowly walking her backwards, his hands roamed over her body. Rayna could feel the familiar sparks flickering to life in her, beckoning for more fuel so she could explode in pleasure. Deacon's touch was like a drug to her, she always wanted more. It didn't matter that he had given her an explosive orgasm at the social event of the year, her body was aching to feel him again.
Curling her fingers in his hair, she deepened the kiss. Moaning into his mouth, she snaked a leg around his pulling his lush form snug against her throbbing centre. Breaking their kiss, panting with desire her fingers traced his lips. His teeth nipped at the sensitive tips of her fingers. His blue eyes dark with desire, raked over her face with a possessive ownership. Shivering with yearning, Rayna's lips captured his once again. Murmuring his name, her lips nuzzled along his stubbled chin. Breathing in his scent, she welcomed the wash of safety that his warmth signified. Kissing his neck, she nestled her face into the nook between his neck and shoulder. His arms hugged her to him, his hands stroked her back, giving her comfort while stoking the flames of her desire.
Humming at the feel of his warm hands over her body, Rayna's lips softly kissed the warm skin under her cheek. Her body swayed in time to the music that pumped through her body. The music pulsated louder whenever Deacon was near, it was a song that only their hearts knew the words too. The brief time he was away from her, her heart beat like an out of tuned guitar. It was only when she was with him that her whole body sang the music that was exclusively theirs. They swayed in time, while their lips spoke of their love.
Teddy took another angry gulp of his scotch. He had watched as Rayna had left the dance floor with Deacon. Walking back to the table, he knew he wasn't the only one who wasn't pleased to see Rayna's ex turn up. Lamar had berated Teddy the moment he sat down. He had alternated between telling Teddy about the ways Deacon was not good enough for his daughter and how Teddy should have manned up and refused to let Rayna walk away. Tandy had tried to intervene and lessen the fury of Lamar. She had apologetically given him a small smile and mouthed sorry. Teddy logically knew that Lamar's anger wasn't directed at him, after all he had just met both Rayna and Lamar, but it didn't stop the sting of his words.
In the short time he had spent with Rayna she had dazzled him. Her self-depreciation and wry humour had made the dullness of the event tolerable, but when he held her in his arms as they danced, he knew that he was smitten. Her beauty took his breath away. His hands still tingled from where they had cradled her. Frowning as he thought about Deacon coming in and ruining his evening, he tossed the remainder of his drink. Pushing his chair back, he threw a look at Tandy and Lamar before storming away. He was not going to let some no hoper alcoholic ruin his chances with the woman who had taken his breath away. He knew that they had shared a moment as they danced, and if it wasn't for, 'Deacon', Teddy spat out his name, he was sure Rayna would have agreed to go out with him.
Pulling up at a ramshackle house, Teddy checked the address he had written down. Calling his secretary, he had begged her to search the phone book for a Deacon Claybourne. Looking up at the house, he could see some soft light coming from the living room. Balling up the address, he slowly got out of his car. Now that he was here, he was feeling foolish. If Rayna was here, he had no idea what he'd say to her. In his hast to right the perceived wrong that Deacon had committed against him and his potential relationship with Rayna, he had not considered the idea that Rayna might be with Deacon. He had imagined that she had left the reception alone, after she had told Deacon that she never wanted to see him again. Standing here under the dull street lighting, he realised what a hopeful fantasy that was. Gathering his courage, he slowly walked up the path towards the door. He had no idea what he was going to say to Deacon. He knew that he had just met Rayna, but he also knew that she had made him feel like no one else ever had. He also knew that her family loathed Deacon, and barring tonight's outburst by Lamar, Teddy knew that he presented as the ideal companion for someone of the Belle Meade set.
Looking down at his feet, he pushed aside the feeling of stupidity that clung to him. Even if Rayna did leave with Deacon, him turning up here and asking after her welfare would not only show Rayna what type of man he was, it would help him get into Lamar's good graces. Lamar was such a powerful businessman here in Nashville, who could make or break a someone's career aspirations. Nodding to himself, regardless of whether he caught the eye of Rayna, he knew coming here would help him get a firm grip on the rungs of the business ladder. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a muffled noise coming from the room to his left. Silently he peered through the break in the curtains.
He had never seen anything so beautiful. Rayna's face was alight with joy, laughing at something out of his eyeline. Lifting her hair off her neck, she twisted it before allowing it to cascade down again. Her hips swayed to the soft music he could just make out. Holding her hands out, her fingers made a come-hither motion. Frowning, Teddy watched as Deacon slowly stalked towards Rayna. Deacon's eyes were dark with lust, as his hands reached out and caressed Rayna's swaying hips. Rayna tossed her head back and gave a throaty laugh at Deacon's muted words. Pulling her flush to him, Deacon's hands skated up her body and cradled her. Their bodies swayed together, moving sensually to the soft music. Deacon buried his face in Rayna's neck, his lips caressing her soft skin. Rayna's moan reverberated through the room and sent a shot of longing through Teddy.
His large hands cupped Rayna's body gently, like he was holding a precious jewel. His lips gently kissed hers as their bodies continued to sway to the music. Rayna wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers toyed with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Teddy watched as Rayna sighed and closed her eyes, her face resting peacefully against Deacon. He stood outside peering into the room for minutes, equal parts fascinated by the couple inside and disappointed that he had lost his chance with Rayna. He turned to leave and out of the corner of his eye he caught the movement of Deacon's hands.
His hands skimmed down her back, tracing the curves of her body and rest against the swell of her buttocks. Teddy could hear the muted laugh of Rayna from his position outside. He was captivated as he watched Deacon's hands disappear under the satin material of Rayna's dress. The moan Rayna emitted sent jolts of excitement through his body, his eyes widened as he watched Rayna slowly lower the thin straps of her dress down her arms. Stepping back out of Deacon's arms, Rayna seductively shimmed out of her dress. Running her hands up her body, she suggestively cupped her red satin covered breasts. Her eyes were locked on Deacon's as her tongue provocatively licked her lips.
With a growl, Deacon forcibly pulled Rayna to him, his lips demanded ownership while his hands gripped her hips against his gyrating hips. She wrapped a bare leg around his, as her lips fought his for dominance. Deacon's fingers toyed with the edges of her underwear before disappearing beneath it. Teddy watched with envy the ownership that Deacon had over Rayna's body. His eyes darted from Deacon's possessiveness to Rayna's look of pure ecstasy. Teddy's heart thudded in his chest as he realised that he would never get the opportunity to have the look in Rayna's eyes directed at him. He knew he should leave, but he was captivated by what he was witnessing.
Rayna's hands lessened their hold on his neck as they trailed down his torso. Plucking at the buttons of his shirt, she slowly made her way back up his torso, slowly undoing each button with exquisite sensuality. Pushing his shirt off his shoulders, she took a moment to admire the golden skin that was hidden below it. Her fingers combed the scattering of hair on his chest. Her eyes danced with devilment as she gently pulled on his chest hair. Shrugging the shirt off, his hands stilled her teasing hands. Lifting her palm to his lips he softly kissing the skin.
Teddy could see the look of love on Deacon's face as he breathed her name. Rayna traced the lines of his face before kissing him. Like a dance they had danced a thousand times, they moved as one as Deacon lifted Rayna up as she tangled her long legs around his hips. Their lips wordlessly spoke of their longing as Deacon shuffled them towards the dinning room table. Gently placing her on the table, Deacon cupped her face as he gently kissed her upturned face. Stepping back slightly, his hands trailed down her body, down over her hips and thighs. His fingers lightly stroked her skin as he leisurely made his way back up her body. Squirming on the table, she longed for him to be more forceful with his touch but loving the sparks of lust that burst through her every time he softly caressed her. Sighing loudly, she lent back on her arms as she thrust her chest towards him, silently begging him to touch her.
Leaning in he hovered above her prone body, his warm breath on her neck sending shivers through her. Her skin could feel the waves of warmth emitted from his body even though he wasn't touching her. She breathlessly moaned his name as she ran her high heeled foot up his leg. His hands reached behind her as he undid her bra in one quick moment. The cool air of the room washed over her enflamed breasts causing her to groan with wanting.
Teddy could hear his excited breath as shuffled his stance. Readjusting himself, he willed himself to remain calm. Seeing Rayna's breasts had sent a rush of lust straight to his loins. He had never seen anything so stunning. His hands twitched to cup them as his mouth watered with longing to suck the ample flesh into his mouth.
Deacon moved slowly down her naked torso his body hovered above her teasing her with his hot breath. Rayna panted as Deacon lick his lips as he watched her heaving breasts. His eyes captured his while his tongue slowly lapped at her nipple. Her hips involuntarily thrusted forward as she cursed his name. Her head fell backwards as his tongue toyed with her other nipple. She could feel her centre clutching as it begged to be touched. Panting she scrunched her eyes closed as the tip of his tongue circled her nipple, causing it to become painfully erect. His lips fastened on it. Slowly and exquisitely he pulled the taut nub into his mouth. His tongue alternatively lapped and toyed with the sensitive bundle. Her fingers clawed at the tables surface as her hips constantly gyrated pleading for his attention.
Her groans filled the room as Deacon alternated between her breasts. His fingers pinched and pulled in time with his mouth. Rayna pleaded with him. Her body implored for release but welcomed the excruciating teasing. With one final pull of her tortured nibble, Deacon released his hold as he painstakingly kissed and nuzzled his way down her body. His hovered above her throbbing centre. Blowing softly against her, she squeaked as her hips thrusted towards his mouth. Quietly laughing at her response, his fingers hooked on the flimsy material of her underwear. He unhurriedly moved the material down her body, placing soft kisses on her inner thighs as he removed them off her. His hands teasingly caressed her skin as he made his way back up her long legs. He nipped at the soft skin of her inner thighs as his hands rubbed over her thighs.
Kneeling, he gently placed her leg over his shoulder as he lent in and blew on her aching centre. Her arms quaked as she gave a throaty scream. His mouth kissed her as his tongue lapped at her nub of nerves. Crumpling flat against the table, her fingers tangled in his hair as he drank her in. The leg over his shoulder drew him closer to her as she struggled to hold herself up to watch him. Her body screamed for air as she loudly panted. Her whole being quaked with unreleased explosive longing. He would bring her so close to release that she could see the gathering of stars behind her closed her eyes, only to retreat in a torturous dance. He slowly began to build her craving again, his tongue was unrelenting on her, imploring for her explosive release. Falling back against the table, her hands grasped for any solid object to grip. Her body arched as the waves of release threatened to burst from her. Her hand clutched at her breasts her fingers pinched her nibbles entreating her body to allow her to have that final glorious release. She could feel his fingers in her as his thumb skated around her nub. His lips nibbled at the skin of her inner thigh. Her breathing was becoming ragged as she chanted his name. Her whole body exploded, lifted off the table as his thumb pressed down on her as his teeth bit down on her thigh. Her body shuddered as she rode out the ongoing waves of her orgasm.
Deacon gently removed her leg from his shoulder. Lifting her tenderly off the table, cradling her quaking body in his arms. Her lips sought him out, wanting to be connected to him. Her hips rocked against his hardness prolonging her release. Breathlessly she whispered in his ear, imploring him for more. She craved to feel his hardness deep within her. His lips sloppily kissed her neck as he clumsily undid his trousers. Pushing down his boxers, he lined himself up with her centre before entering her. Her body draped over him, boneless with her release, as his body slammed into her. Her fingers clawed his back, her lips kissed his neck before soundlessly screaming into his shoulder as one final powerful wave blasted through her. His hips feverishly pounded into her his arms cradled her tenderly as he intoned her name. With one final thrust he cursed loudly as their intertwined bodies collapsed onto the table.
Teddy's breathing was laboured as he reached out a shaky arm. Leaning against the house, he gulped in large mouthfuls of air. His body was a mix of emotions. He longed to have his own release, the result of what he has just witnessed however his body was also full of jealous envy that it was Deacon who had caused Rayna to explode in such a stunningly beautiful manner. He longed to bury himself between her never ending legs and confess his undying love for her. But he knew that it was a fruitless wanting, he knew there was nothing he could do to separate them. Lamar was kidding himself if he thought that Teddy could come between them. Teddy knew that it would take something bigger to ever sever the connection between Rayna and Deacon.
