Chapter 23

The next morning, around the time Sara was going through all the security hassle of proving her cameras really were cameras and shuffling barefoot through the metal detector because her sandals were being x-rayed, Jon was just rolling out of bed. With your own plane, there was no need to go through all that, or even to check in early - just get up, get ready and go. The plane certainly wouldn’t leave without him!

Sara’s flight was on time, and she was fortunate that it wasn’t too busy, so she didn’t have to put up with anybody sitting beside her. She settled down with a book, reading her way across the country to Canada, with background music from her I-pod. She’d selected the Armageddon soundtrack when she switched it on, and she couldn’t keep from grinning inanely to herself when Jon came on, and she closed her eyes to listen to his voice.

Touchdown in Calgary, a quick, painless passage through passports and customs, then she headed out into the arrivals area, carrying her camera case and pulling her luggage behind her. A uniformed man stood holding a board with her name on it, and he took her out to a limo, put her luggage in the trunk, then they drove out of the airport. Over the intercom, the driver told her that the journey would take about an hour and a half. He asked if she’d like the divider raised, and she quickly said no, then moved across to sit in the backward-facing seat, so she could talk to the driver on the journey - sitting back in solitary splendour like a movie star just wasn’t Sara, and they talked and laughed their way to the ranch.

As they approached, the driver called ahead to let Walker’s agent know they were almost there, and a short, hyperactive man met the car, introducing himself as Danny, and from the voice Sara knew it was the same guy she’d spoken to by phone. He got her checked in, then took Sara outside to show her where the wedding was to take place. She was pleased to see that it was an open-air ceremony, with beautiful views across to the Rocky mountains in the distance. The air smelled clean, but she could detect the faintest trace of a horsy smell, and mentioned it to the agent.

“Yeah, yeah - there are some horses about here somewhere - hey, it’s a ranch, right! I think they let guests ride them, if they want.”

Sara nodded, and asked about the guest list. Before the agent could answer, though, another voice came from behind them, answering Sara’s previous question about the horses.

“We’ve got about forty horses here - mostly quarter horses, because we breed them.” Sara and the agent turned, and the young man approaching them stuck out his hand to Sara. “Ryan Walker. Nice to meet you, Ms Holland.”

Shaking his hand, Sara smiled.

“Good to meet you, too. But, please, my name’s Sara. You own this place?”

As Walker answered, Sara looked him over surreptitiously, trying to gauge how well he’d photograph. He was your typical young, healthy, good looking cowboy, and she was confident that the shots would come out well.

“This place has been in my family for years - just recently we’ve changed the use a little, making it more commercial, I guess. I still keep the horses around, though - keeps my feet on the ground.”

“Oh, horses do tend to do that, don’t they? Although, it was usually me they put on the ground.” Sara replied, and Walker laughed.

“Well, you obviously know horses, so feel free to go look around the barns - they’re over there.” He waved in the general direction. “Has Danny explained everything yet?”

“No, I was just getting started.” Danny spoke for the first time since Ryan had arrived, so the actor took over, explaining that most of the guests would arrive today, but he thought it best to wait until the next day to do any photographs.

Sara agreed, since it was his day, and he could call the shots. The last thing she wanted was to come across like a paparazzi, trying to catch photos of the celebrity guests as they arrived in their travelling clothes - much better to wait until the next day, when they were in all their finery and in the mood to be photographed. Ryan told her to make herself at home, and explained that there would be food available all day in the main dining room, then he left. Danny took Sara back to reception, to get her room key, then showed her to her room - actually, like all the other rooms, it was a suite - and left her to settle in.

Unknown to Sara, while she was outdoors with Ryan and Danny, a very familiar person had arrived at the ranch, and he was currently in his suite hanging up his suit for the next day. Jon’s flight had taken almost as long as Sara’s, but because he didn’t have to go through the same queues as she did, having arrived into a different airport, he’d arrived shortly after her.

Sara quickly emptied her luggage into the various closets and drawers, then ran a brush through her hair and left the room. Her curiosity about the horses had got the better of her, and she headed out in the direction Ryan had indicated, looking for the barn, but mainly following her nose and the scent of horses. Jon happened to look out of his window as she walked along a nearby path, and he grinned at the sight of Sara. After only a brief hesitation, he decided to go after her, but he stopped at the reception desk to ask where the path led. They told him it led to the barn, but that there wouldn’t be any staff there at this time of day, although he was welcome to go visit the horses. Mentally crossing his fingers, Jon hoped that the only person there would be Sara.

Reaching the barn, Sara stepped inside, feeling the air cool after the hot sun outside. She slowly walked along the line of stalls, up one side and down the other, then started again, speaking to and petting each horse and reading their name boards. The horses were peaceful, but the combination of small sounds they made - moving around in their bedding, snorting, eating and drinking - were enough to cover Jon’s soft footsteps as he crept up behind her.

Tiptoeing, and praying she wouldn’t turn around, Jon reached out and grabbed Sara from behind, one arm going around her waist, and the other hand covering her mouth to prevent her screaming. He got a nasty surprise, though, when she twisted slightly, slamming an elbow back into his stomach, and it was only the hard muscle from those daily crunches that saved him. She swung her head back at his face, but he quickly moved to the side so she missed. Reflexively, he pulled her closer, so she couldn’t do it again, but she fought against him until he whispered in her ear, feeling her opening her mouth to bite his hand, and realising maybe this hadn’t been such a great idea.

“Sara.”

She froze, listening to the voice, and he spoke again.

“Surprise, baby.”

Twisting her head, Sara caught a glimpse of blond hair, and realised that the body pressed tightly against hers felt very familiar. She gently nipped at the fingers over her mouth, and the hand fell away as the grip on her waist loosened and she spun around, her eyes still wide and frightened.

“Jon! What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Right now? Getting the shit knocked out of me by you.” He said, stepping back and rubbing his stomach. “You fight dirty, girl.”

“Oh, God, I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was you! Why are you here?”

That sparkling grin broke out. “I’m here for a wedding. How ‘bout you?”

Sara was shaking her head slowly.

“Oh, you pig! Why didn’t you tell me you’d be here?!”

“Because then it wouldn’t have been a surprise, would it? C’mere.”

But she hung back from him, and Jon looked perturbed. “What’s wrong?”

“What if somebody comes……..”

He reached out and gathered her into his arms.

“I checked with reception - there aren’t any staff on at this time - we’re all alone, just you, me and a couple dozen horses. And as for somebody cumming……that’s not a bad idea.” he gave that low, sexy chuckle.

She relaxed into his embrace, laying her head on his chest as he stroked her hair, and he could feel her heart still pounding from the fright he’d given her. After a few moments, Sara raised her head to look at Jon.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Not really - hey, I’m from Jersey - I’m tough, I can take it. You know how to handle yourself though, don’t you?”

Sara laughed, and Jon tensed as he felt her breasts move against his chest.

“Believe it or not, that I learned from watching a Sandra Bullock movie! Never had to use it before, though! You were my guinea pig.”

“Well, it’s comforting to know you don’t beat guys up on a regular basis, I guess. I’m glad you missed with the head butt though - not quite sure how that would come across on your photos!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby! C’mere.” She drew his head down to hers and kissed him chastely, but opened her mouth immediately his tongue touched her lips.

Jon relished the sweetness of her mouth and the feeling of her swift tongue as it darted into his own mouth. Unconsciously, he backed her up against one of the stall doors, not even realising they’d moved until there was suddenly a very loud breath in his ear. Startled, he pulled back, seeing a horse looking back at him over Sara’s shoulder. Sara laughed at the expression on his face and reached up to pat the horse’s face.

“I think I’ve got a friend.” She said, letting the horse lick her fingers, until Jon grabbed her and pulled her away.

“Hell, I don’t need an audience.” He said, looking around the barn for somewhere a little more private as Sara wrapped her arms around him from behind, one hand going under his shirt to caress his belly, and the other dropping lower, cupping the bulge in the front of his jeans.

“There’s an empty stable up at the other end.” She told him, rubbing her palm over his cock where it was straining at his jeans.

“If you keep doing that, I don’t think I’ll make it that far.” Jon told her with a groan, and she giggled again, then took her hand away, moving up to the button on his jeans. He grabbed her hand and pulled her around in front of him, pushing her ahead of him toward the end of the barn.

Reaching the far end of the barn, Sara opened one of the stall doors, revealing an empty stall with a deep bed of straw on the floor. She pulled the door closed behind them, then she felt Jon’s hands on her waist, spinning her around into his arms as he brought his mouth down hard onto hers.

She could hear herself mewing softly as Jon’s tongue probed deeply into her mouth, and she matched the intensity of his kiss with her own mouth, each of them driving the other on. Sara reached down to unbutton Jon’s jeans, and she felt his hands on her own waistband, tugging at the button then sliding the zipper down. Her jeans were pretty loose, and when Jon pushed at them, they fell to her knees without any effort, but there was no way they’d come off over her sandals, so she just dropped to her knees in the straw, pulling Jon’s jeans down too.

Before she could touch him, though, Jon fell on his knees beside her and pushed her onto her back, smiling when she winced at the prickling of the straw on her ass. He pulled at her jeans and her panties, bringing them both to her ankles, then gave up and pushed her knees apart, kneeling between them. Sara somehow managed to pull her feet - still jammed together by her jeans - over Jon’s, so he could more easily lower himself onto her, and she drew her legs up to make it easier for him to enter her. She could feel the roughness of Jon’s jeans on her legs as he drove his cock deeply inside her, and she raised her feet even higher, her heels encouraging him as though he were one of the horses.

They were both beyond any restraint or thought of stopping when they heard voices at the far end of the barn, and the distinct possibility of getting caught added an extra excitement for them both. Sara could feel a cry at the back of her throat as her orgasm built, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stay silent. She grabbed Jon by the hair, pulling his head down to kiss him, moaning into his mouth and he felt her shudder as her orgasm built.

Jon thought that the voices had faded away again, or maybe he just couldn’t hear them because his mind was shutting down as he got closer to orgasm. He knew that both he and Sara were moaning now, the sound was muffled by their kiss, but now Sara pulled away from his mouth, biting on her lip to keep quiet as she looked up into his eyes, challenging him to stay silent, too.

The mild danger was an aphrodisiac, and made them both feel their orgasm more keenly as they strained against each other in silence, until finally it was all over and they fought quietly for breath, lying exhausted in the straw.