Tobias (Reynolds Ranch 2)

“Thanks for coming all the way out here,” Lara says as we lounge in our deck chairs. It’s Landon Jr.’s eighteenth birthday and he’ll be going to college soon, so Lara’s having a hard time with it. Tobias has to stay at the ranch another day, so we left without him. I miss my hubby so much, but I know he’ll be here tomorrow.

“Anything for you all. He needs to see his cousins anyway.”

“Yeah.”

“Mom, Auntie Ava, do you want another drink?” Landon Jr. asks.

“No. I don’t. I think I’ll go for a swim.” For as large as our ranch is, we don’t have a pool. It’s pointless with the short summer season. Besides, I don’t need Tobias to kill any of his employees for seeing me in a bikini. We save our swimming for the lake by the house and visits to Lara and Landon’s where they have a large pool with a diving board.

“Mom, watch me,” Graham says. He bounces lightly on the diving board before doing a cannonball into the pool. Some of his cousins get drenched and a loud chuckle comes from behind me. It’s one I know by heart. Tears fill my eyes as I turn around to see my husband standing there in just a grey tee and jeans. I jump into his arms, and he crushes my lips with his.

“All these years and they still act like newlyweds,” Adam says. We pull away to look at our oldest who just turned fifteen. He’s come a long way from the little terror who gave his daddy hell. Now he’s Tobias right-hand man on the ranch. He can’t wait to take over his duties because he loves the life of a cowboy more than anything else.

“Forever, son.” I look at my oldest and his daddy. They’re almost identical, it’s hard to tell that he came from me at all if it wasn’t for the lighter shade of hair. It’s still brown, but it’s not dark. It’s a caramel color instead of chocolate.

“It’s good to see you, dad. You got here fast.”

“I missed my woman and my number one ranch hand.” Tobias kisses my cheek.

“Thanks. So everything’s okay?”

“Yeah. John’s got his boys helping out.” He nods his approval.

“Greyson’s there?” Emma says. She’s thirteen years old and has a serious crush on Greyson. It’s good that we got her away from them. She’s becoming more and more womanly every month that goes by. Emma already tests her father’s tolerance with her short shorts and yoga pants. He’s threatened every single employee and warned Greyson that she’s too young.

“Yes he is.”

“Leave him alone, Emma. He’s too old for you,” Adam scolds her. The boys used to hang out, but ever since Emma started showing interest in Greyson, he stopped coming over. She thinks it’s because the boy doesn’t like her, but Tobias and I know damn well it’s because the poor boy isn’t unaffected by her. He’s eighteen now and leaves for college in a few weeks. She’s going to be heartbroken if he brings home a girlfriend one of these days.

“Shut up, Adam. I can’t help that I have a crush on him. He’s the only boy around. Anyways, I’m going back swimming. I have to keep in shape.”

“God, I wish she’d stay my little girl for a little longer. Why does she have to grow up on me?”

“Because that’s what children do.”

“I suppose,” he grumbles. Our other boys come running up to us and hug their daddy with their wet bodies.

“Did you see my cannonball, Dad?”

“Yes, buddy. It was epic. Now stop trying to give your mom a heart attack.” Tobias slips his arms around me, pulling my back to his chest and then whispers in my ear. “I swear if Landon wasn’t madly in love with my sister, I’d be a jealous bastard right now. That swimsuit looks too damn tight.”

“Maybe you could help me take it off,” I reply with a low whimper, swaying my hips with my ass rubbing his stiff cock. How he functions with that thing hard all the time still amazes me.

“My wife needs to change, please excuse us,” Tobias growls.

“We’ll keep an eye on the kids. Have fun helping her,” Landon says, winking at Tobias. Seconds later I find myself swept up into his arms as he carries me up to the guest bedroom. My sexy husband tosses me onto the bed and goes to lock the door. I let out a giggle and then moan as he slides his fingers into my hair and drops his mouth onto mine.

“You’re so lucky my suit’s not wet or Lara would be pissed about soaking the mattress.”

“Oh baby, your suit is most definitely soaked,” he growls, nipping down my neck while his fingers slip over the crotch and he’s right. My body’s ready for him. He tugs the material to the side and drops to his knees, lifting my legs over his shoulders, devouring my juices until I cry out his name, gripping his hair and coating his face.