Hello again!

Again, I apologize for making you wait so long! My job makes me move around a lot so things have been pretty crazy. (Luckily, I am moving back home in a few days, for good!)

Here is the 7th and final chapter! I know a lot of you have said you don't want it to be the final chapter. I like how this chapter ends and I think it makes a good ending...for now. I am not going to promise that there will be more chapters but who knows. I might get inspired to write more chapters. But for now, I like how it ends. Can't wait for it to come back in Jan!

As usual, let me know your thoughts. (should I keep writing this story or let it go?)


Rayna left Coleman's office in a frustrated rage. Those pictures were extremely telling and she couldn't believe Teddy was cheating on her with Peggy. She drove blindly until she arrived at Deacon's house. She threw the car in park and hopped out, quickly stomping up his front lawn and up his porch steps. She pounded on the door, hard. After she heard nothing, she closed her hand into a fist and knocked even harder and longer until finally she heard Deacon running towards the door and opened it quickly. He was shirtless with wet hair, clearly having just run out of the shower to open the door.

"Rayna? I…" Deacon said but Rayna ignored him and pushed past him into the house. Deacon closed the door saying, "Come on in then…" as he smiled to himself.

She stood not facing him, taking off her jacket. He walked in her direction, "So uh, you hungry or anything?" Deacon asked. Rayna turned around and took a few steps until she was within breathing distance of Deacon. "Yeah, I'm starving…for you." She replied and smiled deviously, stepping even closer to him. Deacon smiled at her, a little surprised and very amused.

"Oh is that so?" Deacon laughed. She nodded at him, still smiling, and gripped the bottom of her shirt and quickly lifted it over her head. She let it fall to the ground and then began to unbutton her pants. Deacon raised an eyebrow at her rapidness and then his eyes focused on the fading bruises still on her hips from their last encounter. She stared at him as she lowered her zipper and said, "Shut up and take off your pants." Her voice revealing that she was clearly in control and he better do what she says.

"Yes ma'am." He answered as he quickly removed his own pants, smiling to himself. As soon as he had shed his pants, Rayna pounced on him. She grabbed him and kissed him passionately, her heart still beating wildly from her confrontation with Coleman and from the realization that her husband was cheating on her. She clawed at him desperately, raking her hands across his shoulders trying to pull him towards her. She was too upset to try and take things slowly and lovingly. She was upset and angry and she needed Deacon to help her express her frustration. "Get on the floor." She ordered.

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He quickly lowered himself onto the floor right where he was. She lowered her underwear down while ordering him to get rid of his. In too much of a rush to take off her bra, she left it on and lowered herself on top of Deacon. She pressed her hips on to his, feeling his penis on her lower half and leaning in to kiss him again. She reached in between them and grasped him firmly in her hands. She stroked him mercilessly and Deacon became out of breath within seconds. She leaned forward until their faces were an inch apart, looked in his eyes, and whispered seductively, "I want you to flip me over and pound into me until I can't remember any name but yours." Deacon's breath caught in his throat. He hadn't gotten to see this side of her in over 15 years and now he was remembering just how sexy it was.

He did not need to be told twice and he immediately grabbed her waist and rolled over until he was on top of her. Within seconds, he drove himself into her deeply. Rayna wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together. She reached her hands under his arms and grabbed onto the back of his shoulder blades. Deacon kept his hands planted on the floor on either side of her to hold himself steady. Without giving either of them any time to adjust, he began thrusting in and out of her. She started meeting his hips by lifting her own hips into the air at intermediate beats. They were a blur of fast-moving bodies and desperate moans from deep within their chests. They quickly picked up the pace and were now thrusting in and out at rapid speeds. Rayna dug her fingernails into Deacon's back, leaving deep red scratches in his skin. Deacon groaned into her neck, biting down on her skin. The more delicious pain they felt from the other, the more they gave out in return. Rayna was clawing at his back, her fingers drawing lines from the top of his shoulders down to his mid-back. Deacon was thrusting into her aggressively and biting down onto the skin of her neck and her ear lobes. They were both crying out in pleasure with every thrust. Deacon lifted his hands off the floor and grabbed her arms. She detached her nails embedded in his skin, and allowed him to lift her arms until they were above her head. He traced her arms all the way up and then interlaced their fingers together until both of their hands were intertwined. They both squeezed each other's hands as he continued to pound into her roughly. He alternated between shallow and deep thrusts, keeping Rayna wanting more. Rayna had closed her eyes and was trying to focus on nothing but Deacon's body on top of hers so that she could drown out everything else going on in her life. Deacon lifted his head to kiss Rayna passionately as he continued to slide himself in and out of her, now changing the direction of his thrust making her cry out.

Deacon was doing a great job of drowning the rest of the world out. So much so, that it took Rayna a moment to realize that her phone was ringing. When she finally did, she opened her eyes and let go of one of Deacon's hands so she could feel around on the ground to try and find her pants. After a desperate moment, she felt them and slid them over to her, fishing the phone out of her pocket.

Deacon, still thrusting in and out of her, was just now realizing what she was doing and he slowed his movements. "Don't answer it." He said, trying not to ruin their momentum. Rayna looked at the screen, "It's Tandy, I should take it." He stopped his thrusting but didn't leave her. She untangled her other hand from Deacon's and now rested it on Deacon's chest, pushing him slightly so she could have room to breathe. She answered her phone breathlessly.

"Hello? Yeah…what's going on?" Rayna was still trying to catch her breath and Deacon hung his head in frustration.

As Rayna listened to Tandy, Deacon lowered his head and began to nibble on her earlobe. He followed by carefully licking the spots on her neck that were red from his biting. Rayna squirmed under his body. She twisted her head in both directions, trying to fend him off but he was persistent. He licked up her ear and Rayna tried to focus on what Tandy was saying.

"Okay well when were you thinking?" Rayna asked and then gasped as Deacon thrust his tongue into her ear. "No, no, everything's fine, Tandy. I, uh, thought I saw a spider." Deacon chuckled into her neck and Rayna shivered at his breath that tickled her. He ran his hand along her body and let it rest on her breast, gently squeezing it. She looked at him, giving him the glare of death. He smiled at her, letting his dimples ask for her forgiveness.

"Tandy, I'm just not sure if I can right now…" Rayna answered her sister vaguely. Deacon was still caressing her breasts, keeping Rayna unable to focus on her conversation. Rayna set her lips into a straight line and he knew that meant she was preparing to listen. Deacon leaned down and kissed her collarbone that was surrounded by red splotchy skin from their passionate love-making and then he squeezed her nipple at the same time as he shifted his hips, reminding Rayna that she still had something to take care of. Rayna felt him move inside of her and she instantly lost her breath again, almost moaning into the phone. Deacon didn't dare move his hips again, for fear that she would kill him, but he continued his work on her breasts and chest.

Rayna quickly said breathlessly into the phone, "You know, Tandy, that's fine, I'll see you in 20 minutes."

She quickly hung up her phone and throw it to the side.

"Dammit Deacon, I should kill you for almost making me cry out with my sister on the phone." She moaned as he continued his hands' work on her breasts.

Deacon smiled at her and replied, "Something tells me you'll forgive me." He immediately began to thrust in and out of her again, causing her to instantly close her eyes again in pleasure.

"I have to meet her at my house in 20 minutes."

"It'll take you 15 to get there, so I guess we are swimming in time!" Deacon replied as he lowered his lips onto hers to make sure she couldn't come up with any more excuses and he grabbed her leg and lifted it underneath her knee until she was stretched even further open. Rayna moaned in the back of her throat, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Deacon changed his thrusts so that they were hitting her even deeper now. Rayna instantly cried out, "Oh, god!" She wrapped both arms around him again and held him to her. Within moments, she was close to her peak. He pounded into her as quickly as possible, she could feel herself getting rug burn on her butt and back. She hit her peak and closed her eyes tightly and arched her back off of the floor and into the air, her face showing her in total ecstasy. Deacon still had a little ways to go and he knew she needed to go so he took the leg he was holding and stretched it until it was on his shoulder. He immediately began his thrusts again, Rayna now crying out in pain as her muscles stretched even deeper. Her painful cries followed immediately by cries of pleasure. It had been awhile since she had been stretched that much and combined with her orgasm, it was so delicious. Deacon turned his head to kiss her leg while he continued to thrust into her at this new angle. Rayna quickly found herself approaching another climax while Deacon's was fast-arriving as well. One, two, three more thrusts and they both cried out as they reached their peaks together this time. Deacon found her hand and interlocked their fingers once again and they held on to each other as they rode out their pleasures. A few moments later, they were coming back down from their highs and Deacon let her leg back down and kept their hands intertwined as he lowered his body down on top of hers, their tangled hands in between their bodies. They both lay there, spread out on the floor, trying to return their breathing back to normal. Deacon lifted their hands up to his face and gently kissed the back of her hand.

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"Damn, baby, you are something else." He looked at her admiringly.

She gave him a returning smile with eyes still closed, "You're the only person whose ever been able to consistently make me orgasm more than once." He smiled proudly and kissed her cheek.

He continued looking at her, her eyes still closed. "You want to tell me what you were so upset about when you barged in here?" Rayna slowly opened her eyes, not making eye contact with him. She had come here to forget about learning that Teddy was cheating on her. And she had forgotten, until now. She became upset again, thinking about how she had just tried to get revenge by having sex with Deacon. After all, she had been cheating too, so why was she so mad at Teddy? Rayna instantly felt that familiar pang of guilt again, this time it was actually stronger than it had been the past few weeks.

Deacon gripped his steering wheel tightly. He called Rayna this morning after he saw the paper talking about how Teddy was possibly having an affair and asked what was going on and she replied simply, "The bridge in 20 minutes?" He confirmed his availability and then she had immediately hung up. He knew she must have a lot on her mind that she needed to talk about. She had run out the other night after he asked her what was wrong, he knew something had been going on. He gripped the steering wheel harder again. If that bastard was cheating on her, he would kill him. Actually kill him.

"After all those years, you can still jump that wall." Rayna smiled at him gently, then looked to the river. Deacon came and sat down next to her on top of the picnic table. She looked up at him, smiling again, "Thanks for calling."

He nodded at her, "Yeah, just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Yeah…" She replied but Deacon knew she was lying.

"So it's true then?" Deacon pried. "Sort of…" Rayna replied, glancing at him. "It's complicated."

Deacon followed her gaze to the river. "Complicated…that's the last thing I ever thought he was."

Rayna chuckled. He was right. "Well, we still got two daughters who think he hung the moon."

Deacon looked over at her, "Listen, I know those girls think that Teddy makes the world go 'round, but they wouldn't even have a world without you." And neither would I, Deacon thought to himself.

Rayna paused, then looked over at Deacon, "How you doing? What's going on?" Rayna asked, trying to change the subject. He accepted her distraction, "Well…just got asked to go on tour with the Rebel Kings."

Rayna's jaw dropped open for a moment, "Now that's a real deal! You gonna do it?"

"I don't know, what do you think?" He knew she would always support him but he couldn't imagine going out on tour right now. Not after everything that had happened between the two of them. She had been distant since their last time together. He could tell she was starting to feel guilty again.

"I think you got to go off and see what's around the next bend." She answered vaguely. It was her way of telling him that they couldn't keep going on like they had been.

Deacon looked at her, "I guess we both do." He replied so she knew he understand what she was saying.

Rayna looked at him apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Deacon looked into her eyes, his own eyes filled with emotion. He opened his mouth and then closed it. Rayna could see he wanted to say something. She bumped his shoulder with her own.

"What?" She pressed. He shook his head saying, "I can't say it." He looked down at the ground.

Rayna looked up at him. "Why can't you say it?"

"Because it's something I shouldn't say." He turned and made eye contact with her again.

Rayna paused, looking at him, now seeing in his eyes what he wanted to say. She reached a hand up and touched his cheek gently. He was right, he shouldn't say it. "Then, don't."

"Okay…I won't say it." Deacon replied, but then added, without breaking eye contact, "I do, though."

Rayna's eyes now allowed a few tears to fall but she didn't blink them back. Instead, she held Deacon's gaze as her eyes welled up, "Me too."

She leaned forward so they could rest their foreheads on each other. They both closed their eyes and held each other, quietly letting tears fall down their cheeks.