Tobias (Reynolds Ranch 2)

“No.”

“Well, get your boots on, boy. We’re going to muck the stalls.” The saucer-wide-eyed expression nearly makes me laugh.

“What? Oh no. I don’t want to do that,” he contests, shaking his head vigorously. Now all of us are standing in the foyer and I wish I had a camera.

“Didn’t you just say you would?” Connor looks to his brother and to me for help.

I booty bump Tobias lightly and then lean down and say to the scared boy, “He’s teasing, but do you boys want to help me make pizza?”

“Yes, please.” Greyson tugs on Tobias’s pant leg. “I love Auntie Ava. You should marry her. I’d marry her when I got older.”

“Hey, you can’t have pizza if you’re going to try to steal my girl from me.” Tobias kisses my cheek while glaring at the little guy. It’s too freaking cute, then a wave of panic floods my body. In three months I’m out of here and I don’t want to go. He promises me this is more than just a fling, but that doesn’t mean there’s more.

He huffs. “Never mind. I want pizza.”

I press my hand to my heart and give it my best melodramatic sigh, “Dang. I’ll never get over that heartbreak.”

“Sorry, babe. I’ll make it up to you later,” Tobias growls in my ear, nipping on my earlobe.

“I hope so,” I wink, tapping his chin before pulling away and sashaying my way into the kitchen. Little feet and a set of really large ones trail behind me.

“Wait, wait. We want to make pizza.” I spin on my heels and catch Greyson before he barrels into me.

“I still have to make the dough. We’ll make some mini pizzas for each of us, so Uncle Tobias and I can have our own toppings too.”

“Are you gonna have a baby?”

“Not yet, boys.”

“Mommy wants another baby. I want a little sister. I already have a brother.”

“That’s sweet. Hopefully, you and your mom get what you want.

“Mommy and Daddy said that Uncle Tobias is going to make a great daddy.”

“I believe that.”

“They’re going to have a baby.”

Tobias looks at me, begging for forgiveness. “Boys, let’s leave the baby talk for another time. I don’t want you scaring off Auntie Ava.”

“We’re sorry, Auntie Ava.”

“You’re not scaring me, just Uncle Tobias.”

“Not scared at all, babe,” he whispers in my ear as he slides up behind me. His hands come up and rub my belly. My entire body becomes electrified, pleasure striking every nerve. I back up into him, feeling his thick cock against my ass. “One day, babe. One day, and it’ll be our boys looking at you like that.” I tensed up, thinking of the possibilities. He kisses my neck then leaves the room, thrusting his hands through his hair on the way out.

“Come on, boys. Go watch some cartoons and I’ll tell you when it’s time to start putting on the toppings.” They jump off the stools and go follow Tobias.

I try to get my mind off what he said. It’s not that I don’t want babies with him. It’s that I do. We barely know each other, and I crave a life with him. Maybe it’s the fact that I feel safe here and in his arms. Perhaps it’s the flutters I get when he says my name or brushes past me with the hint of humor in his eyes.

I’m in love with him…No…I can’t be. Could I be?

To take my mind off the idea that I’m falling head over heels for my boss, I work on the dough. I set it to rise and go about checking on the boys. When I enter the living room they’re playing something on the PS4. It looks like some sort of fighting game.

“I pegged you as a Madden guy.”

Tobias turns his head and says, “They’re too young to play it. It can be fun, though.”

He winks at me and then the game says, “Finish Him.” Oh, they are playing Mortal Kombat.

“Girls are distracting,” Tobias says, nudging Connor with his elbow.

“You’re just saying that because you lost. Auntie Ava, you want to play?”

“Um…I don’t even know how to play.” I’d never played video games in my entire life. When I was finally away from home and hanging out with people who played video games, I still wasn’t interested, but the way he asks so sweetly I can’t resist.

“Come here. I’ll show you.” Tobias pulls me down onto his lap as I round the sofa. I blush, and the boys smile.

“They’re going to kiss again.”

“No. I’m going to be a good boy. I promise. I just want to show her the controls.” He winks at me, grinding his hips forward under me.

“That’s the wrong joystick,” I whisper.

“You already know how to play with that one.” He takes his controller and places it in my hands, cradling mine around it while setting his on top.