*** Warning Adult situations and the use of course language. Consider yourself warned, you may now proceed at your leisure.
Rayna wrapped her legs around Deacon as her hands burrowed under his shirt to caress his bare skin. Deacon's lips moved along her jaw and nuzzled her neck. Tipping her head back to give him greater access, she moaned as he captured her lips again. His hands trailed down her sides and pushed up his t-shirt that she was wearing. Tilting backwards he watched her as she slowly opened her eyes. Blinking slowly up at him, she smiled softly at him before arching up to kiss him. His hands caressed her naked breasts causing her to groan into his mouth. Smiling against her lips at her response, he teased her sensitive nipples and was rewarded with a tightening of her legs around him. She deepened the kiss, losing herself in the taste of him on her tongue.
Nipping at her lips, Deacon teased and soothed them before claiming ownership of them again. Just when she thought she would lose her mind from an overwhelming rush of emotions, Deacon released his control on her lips. Groaning in frustration she arched her back pushing her chest flush against his. He gently bit her neck as he made his way slowly downwards. Alternating between kisses and gentle bites, he lovingly kneaded her breasts with his mouth. Capturing a sensitive nipple in his mouth, his rough tongue toyed with it while his mouth gently sucked on the surrounding flesh. Her fingers groped his back as she moaned loudly. Releasing her breast he kissed his way across to the neglected one before applying the same delicious torture to it. Panting uncontrollably, Rayna squealed when he bit down on her sensitive skin. The feel of him laughing at her vibrated through her, as her body involuntarily thrust upwards against him. His hand snaked under the waist band of the boxer shorts she was wearing before slowly caressing her. Breathlessly cursing his name as he lessened the pressure on her, Rayna bought her legs higher as she attempted to direct his slow thrusting hips against her.
Ceasing the exquisite torture of her breast, Deacon's tongue traced a path downwards before focusing her belly button. Her hands releasing their grip on his back, were now tangled in his hair. Her breathing was frantic as his tongue tormented the skin on her stomach. Deacon flicked his eyes upwards and marveled at the sight before him. Rayna was silently chanting his name as she gently pulled his hair. She looked so beautiful giving control of her body over to him. Deacon lovingly kissed her stretch marks, marveling in the knowledge that her body had bought into this world those two amazing girls. His tongue toyed with the skin along the waist band of the boxer shorts, causing Rayna to hold her breath. Smiling against her skin he allowed his lips to nuzzle and push the material slowly down her body. He nipped at the exposed skin while his hands held down her undulating hips. His lips kissed their way over to the faint purple marks that his fingers had left last night. He kissed an apology against her tortured skin before hooking his fingers in the waistband and pushing the boxer shorts further down her legs. Returning to her belly button he kissed it before slowly kissing downwards.
Deacon halted his torture of Rayna as he glanced up at her. Her breathing was erratic and she was breathlessly emitting little meows of pleasure. Flicking his eyes towards the door, where he thought he had heard a noise, he looking back at Rayna for confirmation that she had also heard it. Her voice low with desire caressed his name as she moaned "Deacon" Smiling at her passion filled plead he rubbed his stubble cheek against the inside of her thigh and gently nipped the skin before kissing his way upwards.
Candy listened for the sounds of footsteps, not hearing any she knocked again this time louder. She knew that Deacon was home as she had seen him enter and heard the music.
The gasp of shock from Rayna confirmed to Deacon that she had heard the knock on the door this time. He froze as he looked up at her. Rayna's eyes widened in shock, slowly softened into desire as Deacon nuzzled her belly. Confirming each word with a kiss, "If we ignore it, they will go away." Kissing his way up her body he kissed her deeply as his body pushed her into the couch. Wrapping herself around him, she tangled her fingers in his hair as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, moaning at the sensation.
She knocked again, "Deacon, its Candy Williams. I wanted to discuss an interview with you." Pausing she listened again to the empty sounding house, "I know you are in there, I saw you go in." Her voice had an irritated edge to it. Listening to her boss yell at her and trying to convince him that his fears were unfounded had peeved her and she was in no mood for Deacon's childish games.
"Fuck" Rayna violently pushed Deacon off her as she scrambled to get traction on the couch in an attempt to put some distance between them.
Deacon blinked in surprise as he found himself teetering on the edge of the couch. Rayna was frantically looking around trying to locate her clothing that he had strewn around the living room.
Whispering angrily at Deacon as he sat at the end of the couch motionless, "Fuck Deacon! God damn it!"
Hearing the front porch creak from the result of movement galvanized Deacon into action. Leaping up from the couch he righted his t-shirt as he attempted to conceal the bulge in his jeans. He could hear Rayna cursing under her breath, blaming him for getting her into this situation.
Candy moved to the window, she assumed opened into the living room. The curtain prevented her from seeing too far into the room, but she could sense movement. She could hear the sound of feet on the floor and the murmuring of voices.
Deacon smothered the smile on his face as he remembers times when they weren't so fortunate and had been caught. Biting down on his lip to prevent the grin that threatened to erupt on his face, he is the first to admit that he has lost count of the number of times when they had allowed themselves to get carried away and stumbled into the nearest secluded location. Usually it was after a performance when the feelings swirling through their songs, suppressed while performing, overwhelmed them and they wordlessly found themselves at the mercy of their passion. They had certainly shocked a few stage managers when they came looking for them as well as poor Bucky. He shook his head at how immune Bucky had become to their antics off stage.
"I'm too old to be caught doing this Deacon."
Upon hearing his name furiously whispered at him, he was brought back to reality. Rayna was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips, naked from the waist up.
Stabbing her finger into his chest she punctuated each jab with her words, "this is all your fault, you are a bad influence."
Grabbing the offending finger, Deacon dragged her resisting body up against his and kissed her silent. Smiling as he released her, he watched as her lips parted anticipating more.
Whispering in her ear, "ye it might be my fault but you can't deny that love it."
Her eyes widened slightly at his words and her mouth wordlessly tried to argue back, sighing as she admitted to herself that it was the truth. Shaking her head at him, she screwed her lips up in frustration. In a hushed voice she demanded he help her find her t-shirt. Kissing her once more, he released her as he tried to locate the missing item of clothing.
Making her way back to the front door Candy knocked once more, knowing that she had got the attention of the occupants inside. While she couldn't make out the individual voices, she could tell that Deacon wasn't alone inside. Turning to face the street, she tried to work out which car belonged to the mysterious voice.
Deacon threw his t-shirt at Rayna, having discovered it behind the couch. She quickly pulled it over her head and made a move to head towards the bedroom. Deacon reached out and grabbed her wrist, raising his finger to his mouth he silently told her to be quiet. Together they made their way over to the door. Rayna hid behind Deacon, her body close enough to feel the radiating warmth of him. His grip on her tightened as he opened the door.
Candy's attention was diverted back to the house as she heard footsteps slowly getting closer to the door. She beamed a smile up at Deacon as he peered from behind the door.
"Deacon, sorry to come unannounced but I wanted to get that interview with you."
"Umm"
"My deadline is this afternoon and you have been a difficult person to get a hold of."
"Um, ye now is not a good time Candy."
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything."
"What?"
"The song I heard from the street. I assume you are working on it at the moment, I can come back later when you are alone."
"Um, I was just listening to a recording I laid down with Rayna, trying to work the kinks out of it. But umm, there is no one else here."
"But…."
"Hmm, umm how about I meet up with you in, ummm at Crema in an hour."
Frowning slightly at his attempt to deny someone else being in the house, Candy nodded at his request to meet her. It wasn't what she had in mind, but at least she would able to please her boss and hopefully get some quality time alone with Deacon.
Looking down at the time display on her phone, "Ok, shall we say about 12? We can grab some lunch and then I can interview you?
"Ye that sounds fine, see ya then."
The door closed on her as she slowly made her way back to her car. She frowned in confusion at Deacon's puzzling behaviour. He was hiding something, or someone. She heard two voices frantically whispering while she waited outside the door, and she could make out two people through the curtain. Opening her car, she threw her bag onto the passenger seat and looked back at the house. She needed to know who Deacon was hiding inside. Candy calculated that it would only take her about 10 minutes to get to the café until then she was going to sit here and wait to see who emerged from his house. She plugged her phone into the car charger, she knew that she would need photographic evidence of this mysterious person. She had her suspicions about who it was but as the old saying goes, a picture speaks a thousand words.
Whispering furiously at Deacon as he closed the door, "Oh smooth Deacon, real smooth. She won't suspect a thing"
"Come on Ray, she has no idea that you are here. I could have been listening to a recording and besides your car isn't parked at the front of my house. She has no reason to suspect anything other than what I told her."
Pulling back against his grip on her, Rayna attempted to move away from Deacon.
Shaking his head at her he whispered, "Where do you think you are going?" His eyes raked over her body, "we haven't finished here."
Her body flushed in anticipation, as she attempted to protest against his statement.
"Deacon let go. I have to go. I'm telling you she suspects something."
Smirking at her feeble protest he kissed her.
"Trust me, she knows nothing. Besides no one knows you are here."
Kissing him passionately, he releases her wrist and wraps his arms around her, pulling their bodies flush against each other. Rayna cups the back of his head as she pushes him against the front door. Deacon's hands skim her back as he grips her butt bringing her body even closer to his. Rayna suddenly pushed back away from him and headed towards the bedroom.
Smirking back over her shoulder at a stunned Deacon, "Trust me, she knows you are hiding something."
Shaking his head at her statement he moves over to the couch residing himself to the fact that no amount of pleading will get Rayna to change her mind and stay. Crossing his legs he props his feet up onto the living room table and takes a sip of his now cold coffee. His eyes follow Rayna as she moves in and out of the bathroom. She finally emerges from the bedroom still wearing his t-shirt however she has now slipped back into her jeans and heels. His eyes caress her long legs before settling on her face. Her eyes dance with amusement at the pout on his face. Walking over she grabs the coffee from his hand and sips it before returning it to him. Leaning over she quickly kisses him, moving away before he has a change to grab her.
"Thanks for breakfast" her mouth twerks with humour as she makes her way to the front door.
Standing in the open door, she looks back at him sitting on the couch, his mouth open in disbelief at her. Smiling at him she asks, "See you at dinner?"
Wordlessly he nods, "don't worry Deacon, if you play your cards right you might even get lucky tonight!" Barking out a laugh at her, he watches as she disappears out the door.
Candy straightens up as she notices movement coming from Deacon's house. She watches in amazement as Rayna emerges. She madly grabs for her phone, snapping photos off as Rayna pauses in the doorway before slowly making her way down the steps. Candy's mouth drops open as she takes in Rayna's appearance. This was a side that most people don't get to see. Her hair was messily pulled up into a bun and held there but what looks like a pencil, she was wearing an over-sized men's t-shirt while carrying her own shirt in her hand. The large neck line on the t-shirt had slipped so that Candy could faintly see red marks on her neck. Rayna was smiling to herself as she made her way to her car, which Candy noted was parked a few houses down from Deacon's. As she watched Rayna's car disappear from view, she pulled up the photos she had taken. Zooming in, it was evident that Rayna was definitely sporting a couple of hickeys on her neck. With a smug grin on her face, she forward them onto her email account. Noting to herself that she was getting closer to her story of the year. Turning over the ignition she pulled away from the kerbside, glancing at Deacon's house as she slowly drove past it. Smiling at the questions popping into her mind, she could feel the bubbling of excitement careening through her. All her theories were coming together and she was on the edge of exposing the story of the year.