AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so, so much for the reviews. This story will probably be updated pretty regularly -I'm already half way finished with Chapter 3 and I am hoping to get it up tomorrow FYI: It will be vivid and rated M. This chapter is longer than the first and has a lot more insight to what could have been part of Rayna and Deacon's relationship before all of the turmoil, mistakes and broken promises.
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Rayna was folding laundry in the living room and Deacon was sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen sipping on a beer and watching her. They had two weeks left on leave from the tour. So far they hadn't done much but tried to get have some sort of normal routine and life on their off time. They were spending their days writing music, having picnic lunches and looking at houses to buy and rent in the paper. At night, sometimes they would stay in while Vince went out to the bar with his girlfriend Shelby and other nights they would decide to join the pair for a night on the town.
Rayna folded a pair of his boxers and laid them in the pile. "What time is Vince supposed to be home?"
"Not until later. Why?" Deacon asked
"No reason, I was just thinking maybe we could go out for dinner or something." She picked up one of his shirts and folded it neatly.
Deacon grinned over at her, "Let's go out for dinner then. We don't get much time in town to relax anymore and we're only home for one more week after this."
"You sure you'd rather go out to dinner instead of going out with Vince? We haven't been out with him all week." Rayna finished folding the clothes and placed them all back in the clothes basket.
"How bout this we can have a quiet dinner just the two of us and then if we're feeling up to it. We can meet up with Vince and Shelby at the bar." Deacon suggested
Rayna smiled and nodded her head at him.
"Maybe even a little drunk fuckin tonight?" Deacon wiggled his eyebrows at her from across the room
Rayna bit her bottom lip and blushed slightly at his blunt way of asking for sex. Sometimes he was so intensely romantic and they would make love. Other times the sex was so passionate and aggressive Rayna didn't exactly know what to make of it. So much of their lives were on strict schedules, she knew that Deacon hated it for the most part. He often told her that she was controlling and needed to lighten up, but she always shrugged it off. She controlled every aspect of their lives together. She made the decision about touring, which songs would make it on her record and when and if they had sex.
"If you don't get too drunk, we'll see." She replied
Deacon got up and walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her softly. "I promise. I won't."
"You said that the other night..."
Deacon sighed and nuzzled her nose with his, "It hit me hard the other night."
Rayna pulled away from him slightly, "You were drunk before we ever even left the house. I came home at lunch time from the store and you were already drinking. In the middle of the day on a Wednesday."
"I was hungover and tryin to get rid of it." Deacon noticed her hesitation and how she pulled away from him slightly and sighed.
"You and Vince go too hard sometimes." She paused, "It's scary."
"I know we do. We ain't so bad when we aren't drinking together. I know it scares ya but I'll always be here when you need me." Deacon spoke,
Rayna ran her hands through her hair and looked down at the floor before looking back up and making eye contact with Deacon. "It does scare me. It scares the hell out of me that one night y'all are going to get so stupid drunk without me and Shelby out with y'all. I don't want something to happen that you can't come back from." She teared up, "And as much as Vince is a pain in my ass. I don't want that for him either."
"God takes care of fools and drunks. We qualify on both counts." Deacon wiped the tears away with his thumb,
"Just promise me that you'll cut back and stop drinking when you know you've already had enough." Rayna wrapped her hand around his wrist, "Promise me that you'll tone down a lot when we have kids."
Deacon pressed his forehead against hers and let out a deep breath. "For you, I will try baby." He paused, "I hope you know I ain't gonna be my old man. I'm gonna be the best daddy to our kids"
"Thank you," Rayna pecked his lips
"Speaking of family. My momma called and wants us to visit. She gave me a real earful because I ain't been calling or anything very much here lately." Deacon sighed,
For as long as Rayna had known Deacon she could count on both hands how many times he had been back to Natchez since he left when he was 19 and came up to Nashville. She knew he missed his momma terribly, but always feared he'd run into his daddy while he was there. The drinking was always the worst when they got back from a visit. He would stay out all night and would sleep half the day away, only to get back up and start drinking again. Rayna ran her hand across his back in a calming manner.
"Do you wanna go?" She asked lowly. When Deacon didn't respond Rayna decided a different approach. "Maybe we should go before we head back out on the road. We haven't seen her since the wedding and we haven't seen Scarlett in awhile either. I think it might do us both some good to go spend some quality time with family, but I completely understand if you don't wanna go babe."
"I do wanna see everyone. Momma, Scarlett, Bev, Uncle Joe and Aunt Loretta."
"Then let's go. I bet Scarlett is huge now and she sure does love her Uncle Deacon." Rayna smiled softly at him.
"I love her so much. We gotta take her presents you know? She's what six or seven now?"
"Something like that. She was an itty bitty thing when we first started dating."
Deacon shook his head at her and chuckled, "Darlin, we started dating before she was born. We started dating when you were 16 and you were 19 when Scarlett was born."
"I don't think we knew what we were before she was born. I don't think you could call what we were doing when I was 16, dating."
"We were." He shook his head again, "My memory is better than yours."
"No, you were dating that Samantha girl. Samantha Beasley."
"I left her pretty damn quick, Rayna."
"You did not. You strung that poor girl along for months until she told you better fish or cut bait."
"Ok, that actually is true, but the minute I laid eyes on you I knew that I was intrigued by you and wanted to know more about you." Deacon teased her, "A lot more."
"You intimidated me when I first saw you. I think I feel in love with you in all of ten minutes though, watching you up on that stage. Your sleeves rolled up to your elbows and your hair a mess. You looked like such a bad boy. All rough around the edges."
"You liked that didn't you?" He pressed his body up against hers, and Rayna nodded her head slowly.
"I married you, didn't I?" She teased
"And I am so glad that you did." He pressed his lips to hers.
"You know, the more I got to know you, I knew that I wanted to marry you. I never thought we would actually get to this point in our relationship though. I mean, it took you ten years before you ever asked." She pecked his lips softly, "I know that we really only did this because we had that pregnancy scare and we had talked about having one. I just didn't want to wait any longer. I wanted to finally be able to call you my husband."
"I still want a baby with you." Deacon whispered lowly, his lips inching closer to hers.
"I want one with you. I would have four of your babies."
Rayna's breathing hitched in the back of her throat as Deacon's body pressed up against hers and his lips moved closer to hers.
"You want four baby Claybournes?" Deacon gripped her sides and pulled her body flesh against his.
Rayna nodded her head, "I want as many as God will let us have. Two girls and two boys." She played with the hair on the nape of his neck and locked her eyes on his.
"One of those boys is gonna have to be Deacon Jr." Deacon moved his hands to the hem of her shirt and slipped his hand up underneath the cotton fabric and skated his fingertips along her warm skin slowly.
"Of course," Rayna whispered lowly
She pulled his face to hers and pressed her lips to his and kissed him passionately. Deacon's hand continued to slip up her torso slowly. His finger grazed the curve of her left breast, prompting a low moan to escape from Rayna's lips. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and their body were perfectly meshed with one anothers.
"Bedroom.." Deacon muttered against her lips,
Rayna pulled away slightly and looked at his lust filled eyes. Just as she was beginning to open her mouth to respond the door to the apartment swung open and Vince walked in. They both sighed and pulled away slightly.
"Vinny! You're home!" Deacon faked a smile.
Rayna stepped away from Deacon and picked the clothes basket up off of the couch and walked down the hall to their bedroom to put the clean clothes away.
"Yeah, traffic was a bitch." Vince muttered throwing his things down onto the couch, where Rayna had removed the clothes basket.
"Wanna go for drinks later my man?" Deacon asked him,
"Is the sky blue?" Vince asked as he walked into the kitchen and retrieved two beers from the fridge and tossed one at Deacon. "You two ain't got plans?" He popped open the bottle and took a long swig.
Deacon chuckled at his best friends comment. Vince was the first person that Deacon met when he moved to Nashville. The pair had became instant friends and were more like brothers than anything else. He caught the beer when Vince tossed it to him and he cracked it open.
"We're gonna go to dinner later and then we're gonna go to Mississippi tomorrow." Deacon took a drink.
"Ahhh, so you wanna party with Ole Vincent before you ship off to see the fam." Vince sat down at the kitchen table and kicked his feet up, tossing his beer back again.
"I need it fore I go back to that place."
"You think your old man is gonna be around?" Vince asked
"Hell no. He better not be." Deacon snorted and took another long gulp of his beer.
"He's probably in jail or off drunk somewhere. Mean son of a bitch." Vince shook his head.
Rayna walked back out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She looked at Vince with his feet propped up on the kitchen table like they didn't eat most of their meals there. She shook her head, "Babe. I'm gonna go see Tandy for some coffee. You gonna be ok?"
Deacon turned his attention to Rayna and nodded his head slowly. "Yeah, I'll be fine while you go see her. How long you gonna be gone?" He asked, half wanting to finish what they were starting in the living room before Vince came home and half wanting her to stay so Tandy Wyatt couldn't continue to brainwash and tell her what a mistake she made by marrying him.
"Just a few hours. You know how she gets if I don't see her when we're home."
"I do know." Deacon grumbled, "I just thought we were gonna go do something tonight is all."
Rayna sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter. "I thought we talked about going to dinner and then out with Vince. I don't have to go, I can see her after we get back from Mississippi." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Ray, go see your sister. We'll still have our night the way we planned to."
"No, it's ok..."
Deacon sighed and sat his beer down and walked over to her. "Ray, I want you to go. I can't ask you to go see my family and not go see your own when we live in the same town as they do."
She looked up at him and sighed, "I promise, I won't be gone long."
Rayna grabbed her keys and purse from the counter but hesitated to walk out the front door.
"Don't go if you don't wanna. Just do what you want." Deacon ran his hands up and down her arms slowly,
Rayna locked her eyes with his and whispered lowly, "I don't want you to be upset or mad."
"No babe. I won't be mad or upset. Go on. I love you." Deacon kissed her softly,
"I love you too, I'll be back in a few hours." She kissed him again,
"Good Christ woman leave already!" Vince laughed at the sight of the two of them.
Rayna rolled her eyes and walked towards the door. "I'll be back in a few hours." She smiled at Deacon and walked out of the apartment.
Vince hopped up from the table and grabbed a 12 pack of beer from the fridge and sat it in the middle of the kitchen table. "For as long as you two have been making google eyes at each other, she still as timid as a mouse when it comes to making you mad..."
"I don't get too mad too often." Deacon spoke and sat down at the table with Vince.
"She knocked up or something?" He questioned
Deacon shook his head, "No she's not. Not for lack of tryin" He opened up another beer and took a drink,
"Damn man. Isn't that why you two got hitched?"
"Yes and no. We got married cause we love each other first and foremost. We do wanna a baby though."
"If we're speaking honestly here, I thought she was pregnant when you got married. Her sister did too." Vince admitted,
"Well she's not and it's a sore spot too."
Deacon didn't tell a lot of people all of his inner fears and how he really felt. Rayna and Vince were about the only two people who knew everything there was to know about Deacon Claybourne. Vince probably knew more about his upbringing than Rayna did. He didn't want to scare her off with that kind of baggage, so he shielded a lot of the truth from her. Sugar coated the story in some ways.
"Why's that? You can't get it up?" Vince snickered,
Deacon chugged his beer. "Fuck you, Vince. That ain't a problem I have. It just ain't happenin. We thought she was pregnant more when we were tryin to have a kid than we do know that we are tryin"
Vince tossed his beer back and leaned on the kitchen table and looked Deacon in the eyes, "Rayna's hot man. How you ever stay clothed is beyond me. Maybe you ain't doing it right." He shrugged,
"We ain't clothed often. You should know that by now. The walls in this place are paper thin and our rooms bump up to each others." He paused, "Oh, I do it right. She's always satisfied."
"Let me try. I'll show you how a real man gets the job done." Vince smirked, finishing his beer and reaching for another one.
Deacon snorted, "You stay the fuck away from my wife. and give me another beer, asshole."
Vince tossed him another beer. While he did find Rayna rather attractive. He wasn't quite sure what it was about her that made Deacon go all kinds of crazy at the very mention of her name. He had been that way ever since he had see her for the first time at the Bluebird. He came home yammering on about how he was certain he had just saw the woman he was going to marry. He didn't know her name then, but by the grace of God, both Rayna and Deacon had a mutual friend. Watty White - the second Watty introduced them to one another and suggested that Deacon help Rayna out with the guitar it was history. Vince never had a chance in hell, not like he would've taken it anyway. He would have never violated the bro code between him and Deacon. He knew the young, busty, strawberry blonde was off limits.
"Afraid she's want this instead?" He teased him, "You popped that cherry, right?" He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag from it.
Deacon opened his beer up and glared at Vince, "Ain't a chance in hell that she'd want something else." He downed half of his bottle in one gulp. "I did and I am proud of it."
"Well hell. If you popped that cherry there ain't no chance in hell then." Vince muttered, "She wants you because she ain't ever had anybody else."
Deacon pointed his beer bottle at Vince and smirked, "And she never will."
"Well isn't someone rather cocky. Ain't nothing 100%"
"I know my wife." Deacon spoke matter of factly,
"I still can't believe your fucking married, you married that hot virgin. As a man, that makes you the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. You taught her how to fuck and you're the lucky bastard that gets to fuck her every night for the rest of your life."
Deacon smirked and beamed with pride, "I know I'm so lucky."
"You went soft on me, Claybourne."
"No, I haven't." Deacon scowled and finished off his beer.
"Think maybe Rayna could hook me up with one of her hot virgin friends? I ain't been a bad influence on somebody in a long time." Vince chuckled,
"She doesn't have any virgin friends. She's 27, Vince."
"Damn, some girls wait for the one. Plus, you didn't take her virginity that long ago." He trailed off.
"11 years ago." Deacon corrected him.
Once Rayna left the apartment she drove across town and to the Belle Meade Coffee shop where Tandy was waiting. Rayna rushed into the shop and over to the table where Tandy was sitting.
"Hey, sorry. I got held up."
Tandy stood up and smiled, "That's ok. I'm just so glad to see you, babe."
"I know we only had 3 weeks off and last week was so crazy because we were still so exhausted from being all over the place for the last month." Rayna sat down across from Tandy and smiled, "Plus, Deacon wants to go to Natchez tomorrow to see his mom and everyone."
"You'll take daddy's plane. That's an awful long drive. He gave it to me and I'm telling you to use it."
Rayna shook her head at her sister. "Tandy, I can't. Deacon isn't gonna like that."
"Babe, don't be crazy. Take the plane. He needs to get used to the fact that you come from money, I know you don't like to take anything from Daddy or even want to be associated with him but it's still apart of your life." She gave her a look, "And he needs to get you out of that apartment."
She sighed and looked at her. She loved her sister and every time they met up for lunch, coffee, breakfast or even shopping. Rayna always got the same lecture from Tandy. They would most of of the their few hours together arguing about what all Rayna was doing wrong with her life and how she should be with someone more stable than Deacon.
"We're thinking about getting a little small house in East Nashville - but we're wanting to wait until we need the extra space.." She trailed off...
Tandy gave her sister a displeased look. "Rayna you don't want to live in East Nashville and give yourself some time before you have a baby."
Tandy loved and supported Rayna with everything she had chosen to do with her career and music. The one thing she could never wrap her head around was Rayna's attraction to Deacon and Rayna's inability to do what was right when it came to that relationship.
"We're ready, Tandy. I'm gonna be 30 in a couple of years and we want a semi big family. We would've started years ago, if we had been married."
Rayna and Deacon's relationship had always been the furthest thing from traditional. The fact that they wanted to be married before they had a baby was unlike them and had shocked all of their friends and family.
"Are you sure?" Tandy asked, sipping her coffee.
Rayna nodded and smiled shyly, "I'm sure. I love him and he loves me. He wants to be a dad and I want to be a mama. We want this."
"He drinks a lot Rayna." Tandy smiled faintly.
Rayna looked down at the simple diamond ring and silver band on her ring finger. She had tried to keep a lot of the truth regarding Deacon's drinking away from Tandy. Truth was, Rayna didn't even understand why he drank as much as he did or why he behaved a certain way when he did drink. "Only when we go out. He's not as bad as you think he is." She muttered lowly,
"I've heard stories. He's pretty bad, babe."
Rayna looked up from her hands and locked her eyes on her sisters gaze. "Are you checking up on me?"
Tandy remained silent.
"Tandy..."
"What? I worry about you and want to make sure that you aren't getting yourself into any kind of trouble. I promised Daddy and Momma I would always look after you." Tandy tried to defend herself,
"I'm not a child." Rayna folded her arms across her chest,
"I know you aren't. But you are still my sister and I worry."
"I know you do, I think you'll always worry - but I promise if something was wrong. I would tell you." Rayna sighed,
Tandy reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Rayna smiled back at her and squeezed her hand.
"Does Daddy still think I'm pregnant?" Rayna asked,
"He does. You know him. He's convinced that you must of got yourself into a fragile situation or have lost your damn mind to have married a man like Deacon Claybourne - instead of that nice Conrad boy he's been trying to set you up with for years."
Rayna cringed at the thought of being with anyone other than Deacon. Lamar had been trying to push Teddy Conrad on her ever since she was 16 and Rayna was just not having it. It was his finally ploy to keep her under his control, in his house and living by his rules.
"You can tell Daddy, I'm not pregnant, unfortunately and that I decided to choose real, undying love over some sort of arranged whatever it was he had in mind for me and Teddy."
"You really want a baby?"
Rayna nodded, "I do. I'm ready. He's ready. We want to have one on our off season. So, it would be ideal to get pregnant on this tour that way by the time we head out on tour again, the baby will be almost 6 months old."
"I hope it happens for you, babe but this is one thing you absolutely can't control."
Rayna toyed with her hands and twisted the silver band on her left hand. "I kinda want to surprise him though, and I know I can't control when it happens or how it happens. I would like to be semi prepared though."
"Surprise him how?" Tandy asked her,
Rayna shrugged her shoulders and blushed, "I don't know. We were tracking literally everything, my temperature, the placement of my cervix, my discharge texture, color and quantity. We knew when we our best chances were to get pregnant and we were having sex all the time." She sighed, "But now we've decided that maybe we're trying too hard and we just need to approach it as a not preventing yet not trying to conceive attitude. So, I don't think I'll be doing any of that anymore."
"Like he knows what any of that means anyway. I think you just surprise him when you find out you're pregnant. Guys aren't into the stress of trying to have a baby anyway. They like the making a baby process - but not the logistics that goes with it."
Rayna nodded her head at her sister. Tandy was right, Deacon had been kinda lost to all of the things they needed to do to increase her chances of becoming pregnant. He did think that it could happen anytime out of the month and not a small one week window, two weeks before her next period. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"
Tandy shook her head, "No, I don't think you're crazy, babe. I think you're in love."
"But you don't really like Deacon..."
"I don't and I don't think he's good for you, but he seems to make you happy. That is obvious." Tandy sipped her coffee again,
"Why is that? Because he isn't what you and Daddy would have picked out for a brother and son in law? Because he doesn't come from money? I like the fact that he's humble and not self righteous."
Tandy sighed, "He's not good enough for you, Rayna."
Rayna leaned back in her chair and shook her head in disbelief. "He makes me happy and he loves me. Shouldn't that be all that matters?" She snapped,
"It does. He's just rough around the edges."
Rayna sighed and looked out the window of the coffee shop. A part of her wished Deacon had stopped her from coming to meet Tandy for coffee, so she could have avoided this type of altercation.
"What Rayna?"
"Nothing. I'm just tired of y'all treating him like he's less than." She spoke softly,
"Look, I'm sorry. I'll try to do better. I just want you to be happy. Now, let's talk about something else. How's the tour?" Tandy asked wanting to change the subject as fast as she possibly could.
Rayna let out a sigh of relief when Tandy changed the subject and asked how the tour was going. The last thing she wanted to do was argue about her marriage and end up going home in a terrible mood.
"It's amazing. We're having a lot of fun with this one. It's different being on tour and being married though."
"I'm glad you're having fun. I've been reading some great reviews in the paper. Everyone's calling it the best tour in a long time." Tandy smiled at her,
Rayna took a sip of coffee and smiled from ear to ear at her sister "I am. Oh, Buck tells us all the time about all the raves we are getting with it. I mean, we are doing about 3 to 4 encores a night. Sometimes I feel like we could do a whole other show." She sat the coffee cup down on the table in front of her. "I will say aside from being up on stage. I love either getting to go back to the bus or the hotel with my husband. He's doesn't have to sneak into my room or bunk anymore."
"Like you two ever really snuck around..you did what you wanted to on the road and at home."
Rayna smirked, "We snuck around more than you think. For the first year or so we were dating, we hid it from everyone. The guys, Bucky, Watty, even Vince."
Tandy sat across the table and watched as Rayna's face lit up as she talked about life on the road and life with Deacon. "You two probably enjoyed it."
"The secrecy? We did. It was less complicated and we wanted to keep it between us for as long as we could. Everyone only found out because we got drunk at a bar one night in Austin and ended up making out in one of the booths. It was kinda hard to deny the fact that we were together after that. No one was buying the whole - we were drunk it just happened spill." She smiled at the memory, "The only reason they know we got married is because Vince is a dick and told them."
"Why haven't you fired him yet?"
"He's Deacon's best friend and he's an excellent drummer."
"He's an asshat." Tandy corrected her,
"He means well. We're still trying to get him out of the house when we move. I definitely don't want to have a baby with Vince and his antics in the house."
"Tell him he can't move in."
"We told him to find his own place when we got married, but technically it is Deacon and Vince n the lease for the apartment. Not me."
"Daddy did a background check on him and he comes from money. A lot of money, Rayna."
Rayna finished her coffee and pushed the empt cup away from her. "He's mentioned it. But he said he's the black sheep of the family."
"He's a drunk."
"Oh no. He just likes to drink, babe." Rayna glanced at her watch and frowned, "I would love to stay longer but I promised Deacon we would do something tonight. Maybe we can get together next week after we get back from Natchez and go shopping or something before we go back on the road."
"I wish you could stay longer or just put Mississippi off for a few days?" Tandy asked hopeful,
"He promised his mom we'd come tomorrow."
"I understand. Be safe, have fun. Take the plane and call me when you get back and we will set something up," Tandy got up from the table and hugged her tightly, Rayna hugged Tandy back and grabbed her things and left the coffee shop once they finished saying their goodbyes.
"11 years? Nah, I thought she was older." Vince counted on his hand and stared up at the ceiling.
"She wasn't."
"I could've swore you were too chicken shit to do it when y'all first met. You didn't tell anybody you were dating until we caught y'all all hot and heavy in a bar." Vince smirked and drank his beer,
"I wasn't, I just didn't want all of you jack asses to know my business. Not to mention, she was shy about it."
"You were like a little school boy..." Vince laughed loudly,
"I was not damn it." Deacon drained another beer.
"Ok, maybe I was drunk back then." Vince shrugged and finished his beer.
Deacon snorted, "You are still drunk."
"Touche," Vince smirked, "I'll get my shit together one day. Shelby keeps trying to tame this ole stallion." He grabbed another beer.
"Shelby's a good one. She's good for you, man. There ain't another one like mine, but if I could just get her to let me have that pert little ass, she'd be perfect." Deacon opened his beer
Vince pointed his beer bottle at Deacon and raised his eyebrows, "You tryin?"
"Fuck yeah, I am. Tell me you wouldn't?" Deacon smirked,
"Oh no, I would." he smirked back, "Have you asked or are you just putting it in."
Deacon drank some more, "I've asked. I'm big and she's scared."
"Scared or doesn't wanna give up that much control, still?" He questioned, "Get her drunk, lube that ass up and just shove it in. Tear it up." Vince took another sip and shook his head,
Deacon took a drink, "I don't wanna do that to her. I want her to enjoy stand I want her consent, and I don't wanna hurt her."
"That girl ain't ever gonna let you fuck her ass."
"Yeah, she will."
"She won't and you wanna know why?"
Deacon sat his beer bottle down and looked at him. "Why is that. Tell me why you think my wife won't let me fuck her ass."
"Because you don't have control in this relationship at all. I've been telling you for years that Rayna's too controlling. Your sex life may be great right now, but until you get to start calling the shots. She ain't ever gonna let you near her ass." Vince stated matter of factly,
"Not the submissive and dominant conversation, again. Look, I suggested it to her and she said no that she wasn't into being tortured." Deacon sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"How does she know, she doesn't know what she likes and doesn't like. Not really anyway. It's your job to teach her. You taught her once, you can teach her again. Shelby can talk to her about it. Give her a better understanding of what it is. You ain't gotta be full blown into it - with someone as controlling as she is. Your relationship needs this."
"She still won't do it even if she does talk to Shelby. She's not comfortable with it."
Vince shook his head, "She ain't comfortable with the definition of what it is. She thinks it's some big awful thing. When it's not." He took a drink, "Wanna bet that you don't fuck that ass?"
Deacon nodded,
"Alright. You fuck that ass tonight and I'll buy all the drinks for the next 3 weeks. You don't and you buy all the drinks for 3 weeks."
Deacon shook his head, "I can't tonight."
"See you know I'm right, you know you'll lose this bet because she ain't gonna do it."
"She won't with you home." He said,
"It ain't like I'm gonna watch, I'll be in my room doing my own thing with Shelby."
Deacon shook his head at him, "You're a pervert."
"This ain't no different than y'all having sex. Your just going in a different hole." Vince drank
"No, it is different. I need her to trust me enough to let me."
"She does trust you..." Vince countered,
"I know she trusts me but I need her to want me to do it to her." Deacon sighed and leaned back in his chair, running his hands across his face.
"She don't look like the type."
"I can talk her into it. All of it. The giving up control, the anal sex. Everything."
Vince chuckled, "Why haven't you then?"
"She ain't ready, yet."
"You should be able to ask your girl for anything in bed and if she loves you, she'll do it. The girl is way too uptight. She needs to let go sometimes."
Deacon looked at him, "No, that ain't how this works Vince. She gets a say. I ain't about to force her to do anything that she doesn't wanna do."
"Maybe she ain't pregnant because God knows that you're balls will never come out of her purse as soon as she gets knocked up and pops a kid out."
"Respectin my wife is not being a pussy. I really can't believe you just said that. You're outta line this time Vince."
"Nah, I'm just saying you let her have too much power because you were the first guy that fucked her."
Deacon got up from the table and walked to the alcohol cabinet. "Its not about power. You're fucked in the head, man."
"Maybe so. But my girl doesn't what I ask of her in the bedroom. I have all the control when it comes down to the sex."
"Damn it Vince you're pissin me off. You don't understand what a real adult relationship is life and you shouldn't joke bout us not gettin pregnant we really want a baby and Rayna is really struggling with the fact that we aren't pregnant."
Vince got up from the table and held his hands up, "Fine, fine. I'm sorry but none of us expected that you'd marry the girl. We just thought you were gonna pop another cherry and move on. I get it, I don't the first damn thing about marriage and your marriage more specifically. You know what she will and won't do. All I am saying is get her to talk to Shelby. It'll help. I know you want more control."
"Of course I do. I don't want her to feel like she has to be the boss in everything we do. I want this to be something she can enjoy and have some fun with. Really get her to uncover her true sexual self."
"If you get her drunk enough. She'll do it. She just needs a woman to explain it to her and to have a little liquid courage." Vince took a drink.
"I ain't gonna trick her."
"I ain't sayin trick her. I'm sayin it may make her more comfortable if she's a little drunk."
"Look, I'll handle it. If she wants to talk to Shelby she can. But I'll handle it from there."
"We shall see." Vince finished his drink. "I'm going to sleep wake me when it's time for the bar. I told Shelby we'd be there at 9."
Deacon nodded his head and looked at Vince. "Shots first?"
Vince stopped and sat back down at the table. 'What the fuck kind of question is that? Yes."
Deacon grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the counter and two shot glasses and poured them both a shot. Vince picked the shot glass up, "To getting our balls back and fucking Rayna in the ass," He held his glass up.
Deacon laughed and clicked his glass against Vince's. "Amen brother," He tossed his shot back.
Vince tossed his own shot back and slammed the glass back down on the table. "One more."
They took turns cheering for different things and tossing shot after shot back until the bottle was practically empty. Vince threw his last shot back. "Alright. I'm going to sleep. You go mentally prepare yourself for that deal."
"Oh, I am." Deacon grinned
Vince laughed and walked down the hallway and to his bedroom, where he passed out the second his head his the pillow. Deacon sat down on the couch and flipped through a magazine on the coffee table. Vince was right, he was one drunken night away from Rayna taking complete control of their sex life and cutting him off in ways that he didn't want to happen. While he loved and respected her - he didn't want her to wear the pants in every aspect of their relationship both personal and professional. He was ok with her being the boss at work, but at home. He wanted to be the boss. He was the man after all. Sure, he knew it was a woman's right to make certain decisions, but a man should be able to have control over his sex life.
Deacon sighed as he leaned back on the couch tossing the magazine back onto he coffee table. He ran his hands through his hair and thought about the last time he brought up being in control in the bedroom to Rayna. She had accused him of talking to Vince too much about their sex life and had been downright angry with the fact that he thought she was too controlling. He didn't want to upset her. So, he stopped pressing the issue and continued to let her call the shots. Until the other night when he came home to find her already asleep, he had one too many shots of whiskey and beer at the bar and for once he demanded that she let him be in control. The intensity of their sex that night sent shocks of pleasure and delight through his entire body. By the way she was accepting of his movements and needs that night, gave Deacon a little hope that she was into it too.