Chapter Thirty-Six
The car pulled to a stop, and Misty headed back to the trunk to get her luggage. Dealing with the airport on Thanksgiving weekend had been almost as exhausting as the busiest day at the bobsled combine, but it was over now with no more travel for more than a month.
She unlocked the apartment door to find a full party underway. “Oh, hey!” Jen called from the center of the room filled with fellow flight attendants. “I forgot you were coming back tonight.”
“Surprise.” She gave a little wave and hoped it would hide her annoyance. So much for inviting Spencer to her place.
“Is this the bobsledder?” one of the women asked.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“No way! Can we get a selfie before the Games?”
Misty took off her coat to reveal the themed sweatshirt they’d asked everyone on the team to wear on their flights. The group perked up at the sight, gathered around her, and the guy on the end held out his phone. “That’s everyone.”
“Everybody say, ‘Go Team USA!’”
“But I’m from Denmark,” one of the guys protested.
“Just smile for the camera,” Misty said through gritted teeth, hoping her smile was still glued on. The flash went off, and the photographer Airdropped it to everyone. Misty looked down at her copy to see that everyone had followed her instructions and that she didn’t look too scary.
“Posting it now,” one of the flight attendants said.
“I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got to unpack.” As flattering as the moment was, Misty hadn’t been in the mood for selfies. She knew she’d have to suck it up, though. Things like this were what Ms. Coolidge, Dr. Schindler, and Belinda had alluded to in the interview, and this was just the beginning.
As she put her bags down in her room, she sent Spencer a text explaining the situation.
Spencer: So come over here.
He didn’t have to ask twice. She’d come home tired, but was getting a second wind at the thought of seeing him at his place, the one that had turned into a private love nest on her last day in New York.
She moved some stuff back to her purse and headed out past the flight attendant party, saying something about a sudden craving for tacos.
As options for Mexican food had been few and far between in Lake Placid, it wouldn’t have been a total lie.
However, she ignored the local taqueria completely on the walk to Spencer’s building.
He buzzed her up, and she felt her face soften into an expression of wonder at the sight of him.
Spencer looked similar to the way he normally did, dressed in dark gray lounge pants and a shirt with cut-off sleeves, but there was an air of contentment that she hadn’t noticed before she left.
He’d said he was back in therapy, and it looked like it was helping already.
After weeks apart and that night of FaceTime sex, she had imagined she and Spencer would jump each other’s bones as soon as they saw each other again. But for now, she was happy to just drink in the sight of him, with his soft smile in such stark contrast to his powerful body.
He broke the silence. “Come in,” he said, opening the door wider. She followed him inside and fell into his arms before the door had closed all the way behind them.
“You got stronger,” he said, running his hands down her back.
“Hours of training every day will do that to you.” She basked in his touch and welcomed the feel of him under her hands. “You look good too.”
“Thanks. I was able to get some rest over the weekend and have a makeup therapy session after they were closed on Thanksgiving.”
“How’s that going?” Before he answered, she said, “Forget it, you don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to.”
“No, I don’t mind. I left a lot of shit from my injury unprocessed, but it’s getting a little easier every time.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah. How long are you here for?”
“I don’t know what time this party started or when it’ll end.”
“Stay as long as you want, but I meant how long until you have to report back for the Games.”
“They gave us the last of November and all of December to get our affairs in order and celebrate the holidays. But on January 3, I’m leaving for Canada.” The World Winter Games would take place in Calgary and felt like eons away and tomorrow at the same time.
She sighed. “I don’t know how we’re going to keep things going during that time. You’ve heard the stories about the accommodations...they make that Hampton Inn look like the Four Seasons, and I might not be able to sneak away for nights like that.”
“Whether we get to see each other face to face or can’t do anything but talk, we’ll figure something out. But for now, it’s so much better to see you in person.”
“You too. No weird FaceTime connections, no roommates...” Her voice trailed off as she inched closer. His lips touched hers, and the next several minutes fell away as they rediscovered each other.
“I’m gonna want a lot of time with you,” she warned between kisses.
“Is that supposed to be a problem?” he quipped. “Stay the night. Unless you were looking forward to having your own bed and room back. I remember what a relief it was to come home to my own space after some of those dorms on the circuit.”
It was the most openly she’d ever heard him speak about his past, and she welcomed it. “No, I’d like that. I got a bit of the own room thing back at Thanksgiving, and it’d be great to share a bed with you again.”
She glanced down at her travel outfit. “Even if I’m gonna have to wear the same underwear for two days. You’re worth it.”
“Thanks, but that's not necessarily true. You left some stuff here, and I put it in with my laundry.” He pulled away and reached under the bed for a pile of folded clothes. At the top was her Riverside Rockets t-shirt.
Her face lit up. “I was looking all over for this in my luggage!”
“It was waiting for you here the whole time.” The look on his face suggested that he might have been too.
Something on the nightstand confused her. “I didn’t think I left that there,” she said, picking up a tube of Glossier coconut lip balm.
“You didn’t. It’s mine,” Spencer said casually.
“My lips usually get so chapped when the temperature drops, but it hasn’t happened once since I got this.
” His expression turned more serious. “I also bought it to keep part of you with me while you were away. I could never figure out whether I was smelling your soap, shampoo, or what, but kissing you solved the mystery.”
Misty felt her heart melt at the most romantic gesture she had ever experienced or heard of. She touched her lips to his to find them softer than she remembered and as warm as ever.
“There it is again.” He’d barely pulled away, and his lips brushed against hers as he spoke. “Smells and tastes nice, but I like it better when I’m kissing it off you.”
Her lips met his again, and not a trace of balm remained on either of their lips by the time their clothes came off.
She welcomed the familiarity of him, and yet their connection was so new that it was still exciting.
Instead of the tentative explorations of their early days, he went right to her sweet spots to have her coming on his hand.
“I see someone was paying attention,” she said, taking hold of him. She’d felt a little self-conscious about touching herself on camera with Tish on the other side of the door, but it was all worth it for this.
Spencer’s idea of an answer to that was a low moan at her ministration. A short time later, he covered her hand with his. “Keep that up and it’s gonna be a repeat of the first time.”
She paused but didn’t move. “I could take the edge off.”
He placed her hand back on her lap. “No, I want to feel that sweet pussy clenching around me the next time I come. Especially now.”
“What’s so important about now?”
He stepped away, took a few breaths, and handed her his phone. “I took care of something while you were away.”
She looked down at an email. He’d gone to a local clinic a few days ago, and their reply showed a negative STD panel. “So does that mean...?”
She couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice, and he looked downright giddy as he nodded. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his cock, and he gave himself a slow stroke. “How do you want it?”
“However I can see your face.”
He took that to mean laying her on the edge of the bed, standing in front of her, and moaning in wonder as he entered her uncovered. She wrapped her legs around his waist and used her newly strengthened core muscles to lean up and see him in full.
“So hot,” he muttered. “So wet.” His face was flushed, and his expression was that of a man lost in the moment.
“And you...” She hadn’t expected to feel much of a difference, but she enjoyed his heat and girth like never before.
If anyone had told Misty she’d close out the year about to compete in the World Winter Games, she would have been intrigued by the possibility but not quite believed them.
And if anyone had told her she’d fall in love with the disciplinarian who’d helped her get there, that he would also be the one to send her to all kinds of ecstasy, and that she’d be able to completely undo him, she would’ve asked if they were high.
She might have laughed, but a particularly well-placed stroke turned it into a moan.