Chapter Sixteen
On her last day inNew 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.”
