Chapter Sixteen
On her last day in New York before the combine, Misty had no idea where the time had disappeared to.
The past few weeks had been a haze of getting things squared away with her clients, making travel arrangements, keeping up the workouts, shopping for winter clothes and other trip essentials, and condensing a few weeks of outfits into one suitcase.
Through it all, she and Spencer had seen each other whenever they could. And today, he’d called out sick so they could spend the day together. The gesture warmed her heart and made her sad at the same time, but she was trying to concentrate on the heartwarming part.
After he’d stopped by her place for a morning quickie, they’d taken the ferry to Battery Park City so they could go out for coffee and artisanal doughnuts in flavors that were only available at this time of year.
She’d curled up under his arm on the boat and cherished every moment from the incredible views to the feel of him against her.
She’d also savored every bite of that airy doughnut with caramel apple topping.
Now they were on a run along the Hudson River Greenway.
He’d suggested it for old times’ sake, and yet this was nothing like old times.
Where he’d stood by and done demonstrations at the gym, today he was running right alongside her.
Running dates could be tricky — she’d been too slow in her early teenage years, and later some guys had bristled at not being able to keep up with her — but she didn’t feel any of those pitfalls with Spencer, only the contentment of having him by her side.
The blazing trees, gorgeous river views, and cool air on her sweaty skin didn’t hurt, either.
They came to a stop a few blocks west of both their apartments and stretched in the park. “Was there anything you wanted for dinner before you left?” Spencer asked, reaching for his hamstring. “Any restaurant you’ll especially miss?”
She thought it over as she raised her arms over her head and shamelessly admired him. “I can’t go anywhere now. I’m too sweaty and gross.”
Spencer inhaled deeply as he stepped closer. “Physical activity of any kind will do that to you. Besides, I kinda like it.”
Misty arched her eyebrows. “I’m not one to kink-shame, but I do have to wonder.”
“I mean it. You smell like you just got out of bed.” The way Spencer pressed into her, she knew he didn’t mean sleeping. “But if it’d make you feel better, you can take a shower at my place. We’re not that far.”
“Just me?” she asked with a smirk.
“Well, I just went for a run too.” At the look in his eyes, it was all she could do to keep from challenging him to a race back to his apartment. As gorgeous as the park was at this time of year, there was something she wanted to see even more.
In the bathroom, Spencer let the water run for a moment before taking off his clothes. “It should’ve warmed up by now,” he said, stripping off his shirt.
“You’re not going to make me take a cold one to get me used to bobsledding weather?” she teased, removing first her shirt and then her sports bra.
He paused with his hands at his waistband. “Believe me, there were quite a few cold showers before we hooked up.”
She eyed him up as she slid her leggings and panties down. “You don’t have to anymore.”
Spencer shed the last of his clothes, showing strong legs and a swelling cock, before extending his hand. She took it and followed him under the spray, all the while enjoying the feel of his slightly rough hand around hers and the look of his naked body.
Under the water, they took turns soaping each other’s chests, arms, and backs with a bar of clear soap flecked with rosemary needles.
Misty silently mused that this solved the mystery of his herbal scent, one of a few thoughts beyond how nice this was.
“Did you want to wash your hair too?” he asked.
“I should.” She undid her ponytail and stepped further under to get her hair wet.
She glanced around for a shampoo bottle, but Spencer was already opening a tin on the top shelf.
“Better for the environment, works best on my hair, and I haven’t had to buy new since February,” he said in response to her quizzical expression.
He circled the solid, citrusy-smelling shampoo a few times on her wet head as Misty considered that she could always use her leave-in conditioner later. It didn’t look like Spencer had any form of conditioner.
As he plunged his fingers into her hair to work the lather in, Misty forgot about everything else.
The pressure on her scalp sent waves of pleasure throughout her whole body.
The shampoo portion was always her favorite part of getting her hair trimmed, but Spencer was taking this to a whole new level.
“I could stay like that all day,” she moaned as he removed his hands to wrap his arms around her.
Spencer chuckled before kissing her. “We’d run out of hot water.”
“Spoilsport,” she said, tilting her head back to rinse. As the suds washed away, she wondered how she could make Spencer feel as amazing as he’d just made her.
She glanced down to see the answer all but staring her in the face. She swung her wet hair over her shoulders, grabbed the soap, and bent down to wash his lower body. He kept himself well-groomed, and she ran a hand through his trimmed dark hair before taking him in her mouth.
He moaned before giving himself over to her. As she sucked and licked, she let her hands wander—rubbing his thighs, tracing his cum gutters, teasing his taint. Finally, in a moment of inspiration, she reached one hand back to clasp his ass and lightly press against his hole.
“Damn!”
“Good damn or bad damn?” she asked, echoing their first time and lifting her finger.
“Good. Do that again.” His eyes were wide, but his lips were curved up. She lowered her head and got back to it, pressing harder and leaning forward to take more of him.
A short time later, Spencer went rigid and started to pull away. “Getting close.”
Misty looked him in the eye. “Don’t hold back. You want to come on me? We’re in the shower, and it won’t make a mess. You want me to taste you...I’ll stay put.”
That seemed to be all he needed to go over the edge, because he pulled her closer and thrust a few more times before coming in her mouth. She held fast and swallowed around his cock.
Spencer had clearly enjoyed himself, but it had done all kinds of things to her to taste him like this, not to mention having him totally at her mercy after weeks of him being in charge.
His eyes were still closed, and she reached down to rub her clit.
She exhaled as a thrill washed over her along with the water.
****
Spencer barely heard the water of the shower over the roar of blood in his ears.
He and Misty had been having great sex over the past few weeks, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d come that hard from head alone.
As warm and welcoming as her mouth had been, and as skilled as she’d been with her hands, it was those intriguing possibilities that had sent him over the edge.
With trembling legs, he reached for the wall. “You knocked me off my feet.”
“That was terrible.” Her fond tone softened her words.
“No, really. I can barely stay standing. We should get out before someone gets hurt.”
“We should also get out because it’s starting to cool off.” She was right. The water was fine now but would get unpleasant if they stayed in much longer. Spencer was still dazed, so she reached back to turn off the water.
Getting out of the shower brought him back to his senses.
He reached for the towel on the rack, but didn’t dry himself.
Instead, he toweled Misty’s hair as gently as he could while still getting the worst of the water out.
He took a firmer but tender touch on the rest of her, and she all but melted underneath his hands.
He paused at the apex of her thighs. “I feel bad. I didn’t do anything for you in there.”
“But I did. After you came, I...” She reached down and brushed a hand over herself, looking shy and sexy at the same time.
“I’m gonna have to see that sometime.” Not only did that sound hot as hell, but seeing how she got herself off would help him do it for her.
She flipped the towel around to dry him off, pausing slightly above his waist. “So you liked that before?” she asked, rubbing his ass.
The memory perked him up. “It’s nothing I’ve tried on myself, but you can do that to me any time.”
“Want me to take it further when there’s lube around?”
All he could do was nod as it occurred to him how many plans they were making in these few minutes alone. How many of them would they actually get to follow through on? How far ahead of himself was he getting? Whatever this was between them, would it last after she got back from the combine?
She shivered slightly, and the motion brought him back to the moment.
“Cold?” he asked. He lifted the towel, draped the ends of it over her shoulder, and drew her close to him. Her skin was soft and cool under his.
“A little. We just got out, and your heat’s not on.”
“True. C’mon.” He handed her the towel, pulled another one around his waist, took the few steps to the sleeping alcove, and pulled back the covers on the bed he’d made before work.
She nestled next to him. “This is nice.”
“Sure is.” Between the warmth of his blankets and flannel sheets, the comfort of his pillow, and the wonderful weight of her against him, there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
She closed her eyes, but they flew open a moment later. “No. It’d be too easy to fall asleep like this.”
“Why not? We had an early start, went for that run, and rest is as important as anything else.” He closed his eyes. As if to prove his point, he found himself reluctant to open them again.
He knew he should be making the most of his time with Misty.
After all, he wasn’t going to be able to see her for the next few weeks.
At the same time, he took advantage of having his eyes closed to catalog her with the rest of his senses.
Her skin was soft and warming up as they lay under the covers together.
She smelled like his soap and shampoo, but something that was indefinably and unmistakably her came through underneath.
He bent his head to press a kiss to her shoulder and pick up the slightest taste.
She didn’t stir at the kiss but breathed evenly under him. Having her asleep next to him filled him with tenderness. As he savored the sensations, he fell asleep too.