Maizy the Bear Charmer(Diving Creek Ranch 16)(105)
Clouds moved in front of the sun and Mrs. Owen looked up and said, “As hot as it’s been lately, we may be in for some storms. The weatherman said last night that there was a possibility all week so you two be careful tonight.”
At her car, she hugged Maizy and then shook his hand again and said, “You should come to dinner next Sunday night, Spencer, and bring Cody and Heath as well. Patrick, Lucy, and Beck will be on their honeymoon and it’ll just be me, George, Rhonda, and Roberta. The shock would be good for George—that’s Maizy’s father—and for Roberta, too. Maizy’s father and sister both have sticks up their ass about some things but I’m still hopeful they’ll come around.”
Maizy choked on her spit and walked away, leaving him to stand there chuckling with her mother.
What could he say to that? “Yes, ma’am…I mean no, ma’am.”
Mrs. Owen laughed and said, “I like you, Spencer. Take care of my daughter.”
Once she’d kissed Maizy good-bye and was in her car and on her way home, Maizy said, “I’m sorry, Spencer. She assumes a lot.”
“I like your mom. She’s funny. I can see where you get your good looks.”
She crossed her forearms under her breasts and scuffed her sneaker toe against the cracked asphalt. “Think so?”
He kissed her temple and said, “Let’s swing by your place and then grab supper at Rudy’s. I want to get you home and into that antique tub. You’re going to love it.”
A little while later, they slid into the corner booth at Rudy’s. It was still early for supper, so the restaurant wasn’t that busy yet. Rudy greeted them and offered them menus and said, “Miss Owen, I hear wonderful things about you from my granddaughter.”
Maizy grinned at him and said, “I love having Amber in my class, Rudy. She’s smart as a whip.”
Rudy nodded in agreement and since they both already knew what they wanted, they placed their orders with him.
Maizy sighed and rested her feet on the booth next to his thigh and said, “My feet still hurt from last night.”
Spencer scoffed and decided to give her a hard time. “Oh? Danced the night away, did we?”
She nudged his leg with her sneaker and grinned. “Yeah, that’s it. I made those strippers earn every tip I tucked in those teeny-weeny G-strings they have to wear. My ‘tipping fingers’ are even sore.”
Snorting, he said, “I hope you washed those ‘tipping fingers’ well, baby. I’m glad you had a good time though.” He yanked at the laces on her shoes and held her foot still when she would’ve pulled away, smiling at her with intent. He looked around and there was no one close enough to see what he was doing. “Why do your feet hurt?”
“The new heels I wore last night were higher than I usually wear.”
He looked across the table at her and growled. “Really high?”
She grinned and her cheeks turned pink as she nodded. “Yes, silver with tiny straps across my toes and instep, and ankle straps.” She swallowed as he slipped her sneakers off and laid her feet in his lap under the table.
“Spencer, you shouldn’t—” She pressed her lips together and blushed a deeper shade of pink when Rudy hurried up to the table with their drinks and their appetizer, completely oblivious to what Spencer was up to.
After Rudy retreated, Spencer whispered, “No one will know if you just sit there and enjoy, baby.”
“My feet are dirty. They’re probably stinky, too.”
Spencer chuckled as he slipped her ankle socks from her tender, warm feet. “They are not. They’ve been inside your socks and shoes all afternoon. They aren’t even sweaty. Now hush.” He held her heel in one hand and squeezed it gently as he stretched her toes back and massaged her arch. She let loose a soft groan and satisfaction filled him when her eyes rolled for a second.
“That feels so good.”
“It does.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “It feels good to you, too? Do you have a foot fetish?”
“No. Or maybe I do…for your feet in particular. I think you have gorgeous, delicate little feet.” He stroked her instep and her arch with firm strokes. “And you look fantastic in heels. The higher the better, I’ll bet.” He shrugged. “If that means I have a foot fetish, I’m okay with that. Just so you know why I like them.”
“I’ll have to bear that in mind.” She breathed out as he rubbed the balls of her feet and stretched her toes back again, drawing another groan from her. “Maybe I’ll model the ones I wore last night for you.”