The Fly Boys by T. E. Cruise Read Free Book Online

surface. She was
     a superb swimmer, able to move through the water with a minimum of effort and splash.
    Gold, treading water as he watched her, felt an idea tugging restlessly at the edges of his mind. Something to do with Erica’s
     swimming.
    She slicked her wet hair back behind her ears. “Hey, com’ere, you,” she called to him. She was standing at chest depth at
     the pool’s center. Her eyes were bright with mischief as she slicked her wet hair back behind her ears.
    Gold swam over to stand next to her. She put one arm around his neck and began to nibble at his mouth. Her other hand slid
     underwater to the waistband of his trunks.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” Gold pretended to demand.
    “Rebuilding your self-confidence,” she said, untying the drawstring and pushing the trunks down past his thighs. “And anyway,
     I’m horny.”
    “There must be a Bel-Air ordinance against this sort of thing,” Gold said as he stepped out of the trunks and let them drift
     toward the pool’s turquoise cement floor. “You know, ‘No running near the edge of the pool. No splashing. No fucking.’ “
    “You see a lifeguard around?” Erica asked between kisses.
    Underwater he was undulating like a serpent, but he began to stiffen as Erica stroked him.
    “The maid?” he asked hoarsely.
    “Told her under no circumstances to come out here. You’re trapped within my clutches,” she said, fondling him.
    Gold gave her strapless suit a gentle tug downward, and her breasts popped free. He watched them bob beneath the water, her
     pink nipples rising and falling as the water beaded and trailed in droplets down her cleavage. He bent to gingerly take one
     of her nipples between his lips.
    Erica threw back her head, cooing softly like a bird. She began to wiggle and squirm, rolling her suit down past her hips.
     At last she was able to kick one leg free. She pressed against him, spreading her thighs as she guided him home.
    Warm as the water was, it was warmer inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to rock against him. Gold
     held himself back until her movements began their familiar urgency. Her fingers, pressed lightly into his back, abruptly dug
     in.
    She arched her back and cried out shrilly as she reached orgasm. He growled into her hair, its texture like damp silk against
     his face, as he came.
    He was still shuddering against her as she abruptly came to her senses. Clearly mortified, she glanced around with impossibly
     large, round eyes. Once she had reassured herself that their act had gone unwitnessed, she begin to giggle.
    They were still locked together when Gold shifted his weight and lost his footing. He tumbled backward, and the two of them
     splashed beneath the surface. They came up sputtering and laughing like children.
    “Well, how do you feel
now
?” Erica demanded.
    “Much better than I did fifteen minutes ago,” Gold admitted. He put his arms around her to give her a kiss.
    He froze, staring at her.
    “What?” she laughed.
    “I was thinking about how you were swimming before.”
    Erica nodded. “So?”
    Gold grinned. “So, you’ve given me an idea about where we might have gone wrong with the XP-4.”
    “That’s not
all
I gave you, bub,” Erica smiled. “I mean, I’d always
heard
that men thought with their—”
    “It has to do with the angle of the wing,” Gold said, more to himself than to Erica. “An airplane meets something like the
     same resistance in the air that you met when you were swimming. You created a wake—a vee-shaped wake—as you moved through
     the water. An airplane forms something like a wake—of shock waves—as it moves through the air,” he continued, warming to the
     subject. “The XP-4 had conventional straight wings. Now, if we redesigned the craft around a
swept-back
wing that could fit
inside
those shock waves, drag would be lessened to such an extent that …” He paused. “I need a pencil and paper.”
    He gave Erica