Chapter 31

They sat holding hands for the rest of the journey, until the driver slowed and announced over the intercom that they were just turning into the airport. Jon directed him to go to the private terminal, and the driver followed the signs then parked at the door. The trunk popped open, and Jon opened the car door, stepping out then giving Sara his hand to help her out. The driver seemed mollified that Sara was okay, and he gave them both a genuine smile as he laid their bags on the ground. Jon tipped him, and he drove off again, leaving Sara to follow Jon into the small building.

Inside, a uniformed attendant took them through to a small golf-type cart, driving them across the hot tarmac to Jon’s plane. Sara’s mouth dropped open slightly as she looked at the plane. She’d been picturing something much smaller, and she just couldn’t imagine why one person would need such a large aircraft to themselves. Jon must have guessed what she was thinking, because as they climbed up the stairs, he explained that it was used for touring, and that it took the whole band plus a lot of essential staff.

“I know - it seems a bit pretentious to use it just for me - but what’s the point in having it, and not using it?”

“Rock star.” Sara muttered with a smile, and Jon nodded.

“Yep - that’s me.”

The co-pilot met them at the door, only slightly surprised to see Sara, and Jon introduced them quickly before leading Sara into the main body of the aircraft, telling her to dump her bags anywhere. He dropped his own bags on a seat and headed up into the kitchen of the plane, where he found the coffee was already made, so he poured two mugs and brought them back with him. By this time, the co-pilot had the door secured, and had disappeared back into the cockpit.

Jon sat down opposite Sara and handed her a mug.

“Here - you never got your coffee this morning.”

Sara was touched by his thoughtfulness and took a long sip.

“God, that’s good. Thank you.”

The pilot - or maybe the co-pilot, Sara wasn’t sure - spoke over the intercom, telling them they should be taking off in around ten minutes, and Sara found it a little strange not getting the usual safety briefing you’d find on a commercial airline. She mentioned it to Jon, and he smirked at her.

“Okay, then. In the event of an emergency, you should just run straight to me, because if we’re gonna crash, I want to die with you in my arms.” He told her, only half-joking. “Will that do?”

“That would do wonderfully.” Sara said quietly, looking out of the window as they started to taxi.

While they were waiting to take off, Sara glanced around the plane, marvelling at the plush décor and leather upholstery.

“Once we’re airborne, I’ll give you a tour, if you like.” Jon offered. “Then you can get down to work, and I’ll make some calls. Sooner we start, sooner we’re finished.” He didn’t add the rest of his thought, though, which involved the bedroom at the back of the plane.

They accelerated along the runway and took off, quickly climbing to altitude. Jon unbuckled his seat belt and beckoned to Sara, who followed suit, standing up with her coffee. Taking her hand, Jon led her further back in the plane, showing her the kitchen and the bathroom - which bore no resemblance to any airplane bathroom she’d ever seen - then up to the very back of the plane. Opening the door, he showed her the bedroom, and Sara shook her head.

“All the comforts of home.” She said.

“Not exactly. All the comforts would mean you were in that bed right now, but you gotta work, don’t you?”

“I do. I do. I really do.” Sara tried to convince herself that she really did need to work, and unfortunately for Jon, she succeeded, and turned away from the open door.

He grinned ruefully at her back as she walked back down to where they’d been sitting, leaving her coffee there as she went to retrieve her case of cameras, then bringing the bag up to the table. While she got out her laptop and cameras, and started working, Jon picked up the phone.

“I’ve got a couple calls to make.” He told her, and Sara nodded with an absentminded smile.

“Okay - this shouldn’t take me too long, I hope.”

Sara got one of her cameras hooked up, waiting while the photos loaded onto her laptop, and she could hear one half of Jon’s conversation with - she assumed - the Soul coach. It was all a bit too technical for her, though, since she didn’t follow football of any kind, and she picked up her empty mug to go for a refill. As she stood up, she lifted Jon’s mug, too, waving it in front of him in query. He nodded with a smile, and she went through to the kitchen to pour more coffee. Feeling a little guilty, she had a quick search in the cupboards to see if there was any food, since they’d missed breakfast. All she found was a pack of cookies, so she gripped that in her teeth as she carried the coffees back through, laying them down on the table and opening the cookies.

Jon finished his call and picked up the fresh coffee as he dialled another number. Sara’s laptop beeped at her, and she unhooked the camera, connecting up the second one before taking a cookie as Jon’s call connected.

“Rich? Hey buddy - how you doin?” Jon gulped a mouthful of coffee while Richie spoke. “Yeah, I’m just flying back now.”

Sara offered Jon a cookie, which he took, speaking without thinking, “Thanks babe.”

He winced as he realised he’d spoken into the phone.

“No, Rich, not you! I was talking to somebody else. We still okay for the weekend?” He tried to brush over his slip, but Richie was having none of it, and Jon had to explain, grimacing at Sara as he did.

“I’m just giving somebody a ride back home - she missed her flight. Actually, you’ll probably see her this weekend - she’s a photographer, and she wants to get some photos of you - well, both of us - that’s if you’re not too busy.”

Richie laughed and said something that made Jon laugh back at him, then they made arrangements of where and when to meet up, and Jon hung up.

“Sorry, babe - didn’t mean to do that!” He apologised, and Sara shrugged.

“It’s okay.”

“Well, if you still want to do those photos, Richie likes the idea - he said, now he’s a free man again, he needs the exposure.”

“Sorry - he’s not the one I want exposing himself.” Sara clapped her hand over her mouth. “Shit. Did I say that out loud?”

She could tell from Jon’s laughter that she had, but she was saved from further embarrassment when the laptop beeped again, and she could finally view all the photos she’d done over the last couple of days. As she settled into her seat, Jon came around to sit beside her, asking diffidently,

“Do you mind? I’d like to see what you’ve got…….the photos I mean!”

“Don’t mind at all - it gets a bit boring after a while, though.” She warned him, but he sat down anyway, and Sara angled the laptop so they could both see the screen.

Once again, Jon was impressed by her professionalism, and her talent, as she worked through the photos, often deleting as substandard photos he thought were okay. He actually managed to look a little selfconscious when she came to the photos of him at the wedding, which Sara found quite endearing - for all his years as a performer, he still seemed a little awed by the attention he received. Finally, after a few hours of viewing, editing and saving, she reached the end of the photos and closed down the laptop, stowing it in the bag with the cameras and taking another cookie.

As she raised her hand, Jon grabbed her wrist and pulled it toward him, taking a bite from the cookie with a cheeky grin.

“Hey - get your own!” Sara exclaimed. “I’ve had no breakfast - you do not want to get between me and my food!”

Jon released her, taking a cookie of his own, then seized her hand again.

“C’mon.” He said, pulling her out of her seat, leading her toward the back of the plane, and Sara pulled back.

“That chauffeur was right - you’re trying to take advantage of me! I should shout for help!” She told him, then whispered almost inaudibly, “Help.”

She pulled back again, not really fighting him, just playing, and Jon growled, gripping her around the waist and lifting her off her feet. Even as she pretended to resist him, Sara couldn’t help thinking of how strong his arms were, that he could carry her like that, and she could see his biceps bulging against his t shirt as she wriggled, one sleeve riding up so she could see part of his steer’s head tattoo.

Bumping open the bedroom door with his hip, Jon stepped inside and threw Sara at the bed, and she laughed as she hit the mattress and bounced before Jon slammed the door and stalked across to her. Sara rose up on hands and knees facing him, and he bent to kiss her, pressing her further back on the bed so he could kneel there too.

They knelt facing each other on the bed, bodies close together so Sara could feel Jon growing hard against her as they kissed, his hands running under her t shirt and up to her breasts. She tucked her hands into the back of his jeans, caressing him, then let him push her onto her back, arching her back to assist him as he tugged her t shirt up over her breasts. Jon pulled at one side of her bra, freeing her breast so he could fasten his lips over her nipple, and Sara twisted her fingers into his hair, pressing up against his mouth.

Whimpering, Sara pulled his head up, reaching her lips up for his, and Jon plunged his tongue into her mouth, fondling her breast with one hand and feeling the slick wetness where his mouth had been. Sara moved on the bed, her thigh making contact with the hard bulge in Jon’s jeans, and he groaned at the touch as she deliberately rubbed her thigh against him. She brought her hands down, popping open the button on his jeans and running the zipper down, sliding her hand inside to cup him, and Jon reached for the waistband of her jeans, searching blindly for the button.

Just then, there was a soft chime, and the co-pilot’s voice came across the intercom.

“Okay folks, we’re beginning our descent now, so could you make sure those seat belts are buckled up. Should be another ten minutes at most, and we’ll be on the ground.”

Jon raised his face to look at Sara, who had her eyes closed, shaking her head and withdrawing her hand from his jeans.

“Perfect fucking timing.” Jon said disgustedly, and that made her giggle.

He looked at her in disbelief as she sat up, pulling her shirt back into place then zipping his jeans closed with a naughty grin.

“We’ll just have to take up where we left off later.” She told him, and he made a face.

“It’s okay for you babe.” He gestured at the hard lump in his jeans. “What do you suggest I do about that?”

Sara smiled wickedly, “I know exactly what I want you to do with that, but we need to go sit back down now.”

Jon rolled his eyes, but he buttoned his jeans and stood up, hauling Sara up from the bed with him and kissing her hard, thrusting himself against her. She laid her hand on his chest, pushing him back and giving that same naughty smile that almost made him cum right there.

“Good things are worth waiting for.” She told him, leading the way out of the bedroom, and he followed her back down the plane.