Chapter Fourteen
“And...time!Good job, everyone.”The instructor led the HIIT class, Tish and Misty among them, through a round of cooldown stretches.
“Glad we got to do this.”Tish’s voice came from the floor, where she was leaning forward in a butterfly stretch.
“Yeah.I barely had time to thinkI hate thisbefore we moved on to something else.”Misty used one hand to balance against the wall as she stretched a hamstring with the other.
Tish laughed as she raised herself off the ground.Misty took her extended hand and pulled her all the way up.“That’s the beauty of it.Wanna grab dinner?”
“In an hour or so.I have something else.”This was her first time visiting Spencer’s apartment, and the thought had carried her through even the worst section of burpees the instructor had made them do because someone arrived late.She ran a quick shower in the locker room, spritzed in some dry shampoo, and changed into her street clothes before Tish had even gotten out of her shower.It was true that Spencer had seen her at far worse over the course of their training, but she wanted to look good for today.
Despite the strenuous class, excitement propelled her the few blocks to his building, a small pre-war building on a side street.After he buzzed her up, she walked up two flights of stairs and wondered why he worked in a gym.It looked like he’d get all the exercise he needed coming and going.
On the third floor, Spencer was waiting outside his front door.“How’d it go?”
“Not bad,” she said, following him inside and glancing around.Much like every guy she’d visited over the past few years, the focal points of the living room were a big-screen TV and a couch across from it.It opened to a Pullman kitchen with an espresso machine, blender, and various protein powders crowding one tiny counter.
Spencer led her further in.“Kitchen’s over here, bathroom’s two steps down.”
“Nicer than mine,” she said, peeking in.The shower in the corner wasn’t attached to a bathtub, but the rain head looked like it might make up for that.
“And there’s my bed.”He led her to an alcove in the back of the living room.There were posters from past kickboxing events on the wall, but the bed demanded Misty’s attention.It looked king-sized and made to military precision.
Through the entire brief apartment tour, they’d been inching closer.Here in the bedroom doorway, she could reach back to touch him while barely moving her arm.He turned to her as she brushed against him, and the next thing she knew, they were kissing against the door frame.She’d been thinking about this all day, and the event managed to be even sweeter than the anticipation.At the same time, a different type of anticipation roared up below the waist.
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In the few days sincehe and Misty had first hooked up, Spencer’s post-sex glow had been clouded by doubts as to whether the connection between them was real or if they’d been responding to the euphoria of her news.He knew from his days on the competition circuit that the thrill of victory could be as powerful as any drink or drug.As a result, he’d had no shortage of amazing nights followed by second rounds that never lived up to the first time.
Today, though, everything had gone as normally as it was possible for a day to go for both of them.And yet, he needed her as much as he had on the sidewalk.If anything, he wanted her more because he remembered how good it could be.
As thrilling as the thought was, there was also something a little scary and sad about it.How much were they going to be able to pack into the weeks before it was time for her to go?A dash of melancholy stabbed into his happy haze, but he tried to push it aside and embrace it as a challenge.He also embracedher, pulling her against him.
“Yes.”
He hadn’t even noticed he’d spoken out loud until she pulled back to check.“Yes to this?”she asked, grinding her hips against his groin.
“Yes to all this,” he said, pressing his erection into her and running his hands over her hair before kissing her again.
They collapsed onto his bed, letting their hands wander under each other’s clothes.Unlike the urgency of the first day, they took their time removing the layers.She slid his track pants down and grinned.“Did you forget something?”she asked as his hard cock sprang out.
“It’s easier this way.”He’d always thought so of going commando because there was less to pack on the road and less laundry to do at home.He especially appreciated the ease of it now.
He lightly stroked her over her underwear.“At the same time, it’s kind of hot to have this little barricade.I can feel you heating up and soaking into the fabric.”
