Page 85 of Crazy for You

“Seriously. All anyone cared about was going to Busch Gardens on the last day.”

“I cut school the whole week, and no one even noticed,” he said.

“You didn’t go to DC?”

“At fourteen, I was much more interested in securing contraband beer and cutting class than learning how our government works.”

And probably he’d had no one to pay for the trip for him, Emma realized with a twinge of regret. She remembered that her mother had had to take a payment plan from the school system to send her and her brother, but she wouldn’t hear of letting them miss out on the trip. “So have you been here other than for Derek’s funeral?”

He nodded. “Came back a few years later to pay my respects when I was passing through, looking for work.”

“So you’ve never really played tourist here?”

He gave her a mock-serious look. “Playing tourist is not really my thing.”

She nudged her shoulder against his. “Cut it out. We’ve got to hit a few of the landmarks while we’re here. And”—she glanced back at the museum they had just passed—“we’ve got to go into the Air and Space Museum.”

“Museums aren’t my style, Em,” he said, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“It’s free, and it’s really cool. Come on.” She led the way toward the entrance. Thirty minutes later, Ryan had discovered the flight simulators and dragged her inside the “fighter jet,” which actually turned a full three hundred and sixty degrees when you flipped the plane.

Emma shrieked as he flipped them upside down. Her feet hung suspended in front of her, her hair dangling above her head. Ryan was laughing like a kid as he fired at the enemy plane on the simulation screen in front of them without making any attempt to right their plane.

Finally, she reached over and grabbed his control, swinging them out of their barrel roll.

“You’re no fun,” he said with a smile.

“I’m lots of fun, but whoa…head rush.”

They rode in the flight simulator four times, until Emma begged for mercy. After they left the Smithsonian, they walked by the Capitol Building then went in search of dinner. They ended up at a little hole in the wall Chinese restaurant that served some of the best kung pao chicken she’d ever tasted.

“Okay, you’re right. Being a tourist is fun sometimes,” Ryan said as he popped half of a fortune cookie in his mouth.

“If it involves hanging upside down in a flight simulator?” she asked with a giggle.

He shrugged. “Always wanted to fly a plane.”

“Not sure I’d let you fly me anywhere in a real plane.”

“Yo, watch it.” He pointed his fork at her, then winked. “You’ll pay for that later.”

She smiled, then sobered. “I’m glad you came with me for this.”

His smile faded, too. “So am I.”

Ryan woke to near darkness in the hotel room, but the clock on the table beside the bed said it was a few minutes past eight. Sunlight illuminated the edges of the thick curtains covering the window. Emma slept beside him, naked beneath the covers, her legs entwined with his. He hooked an arm around her waist, drawing her closer.

She murmured in her sleep, pressing her ass against his cock. Torture.

But she looked so peaceful that he wasn’t about to disturb her. Instead, he closed his eyes and fantasized about all the things he wanted to do when she woke up. Somewhere after taking her against the wall beneath a scorching hot shower, he must have dozed off because, the next thing he knew, he jerked awake. The clock read nine fifteen.

Emma’s hips moved restlessly against his, and she whimpered in her sleep. His cock was painfully hard, as if he’d done nothing but dream about sex for the past hour, which was probably true.

If he wasn’t mistaken, she was dreaming about sex, too. She moaned, her hips occasionally bucking against the sheets. With a sigh, she rolled to face him. Her eyes were closed, her body draped against his. She kept moving, still lost in her sex dream and rocking against him until, with a cry, she went still. And her eyes popped open.

“Mornin’,” he said, his voice deep with sleep and arousal.

“What in the…” Her blue eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed.

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