The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

I'm ushered out onto the patio, and we all sit down on a long L—shaped sofa. It is perfect, they quash all my previous nerves, they couldn't be any more welcoming. We chat continuously and by the time Rixon brings me out a glass of wine, we're all creased up laughing. Ben serves up the food not long after, and the six of us enjoy our meal in the warm evening air outside.

'Honestly, I'll have to get the albums out at some point, he was the chubbiest child you've ever seen,' Callie teases and Rixon scowls, clearly irritated by his sister sharing his childhood weight.

'I don't think Lexi wants to see all those boring photos,' he comments but I shake my head and laugh.

'Oh, I definitely do.'

'Why don't I give Lex a tour whilst you guys clear the table Thanks for dinner Ben, that was great,' Rixon announces, standing up and pulling me inside before anyone can protest. Taking my hand, he leads me around the house, ending with his room.

I smile at how strongly the room smells of him, it's comforting, like home. It is not very neat, but not untidy either, there is just enough disorder to hint at a guy living here. I sit down on his bed, sinking into the duvet and I look around the room, taking in his personalization. I try to imagine what Rixon was like when he was younger, was he a cocky prick as a teenager Some guys are. As happy as I am that I've met him, I sort of wish I'd met him earlier, so I could have known his childhood more.

Jasper, Aria's GBF had texted me this afternoon, and I decide that now is the time to break the news.

'I've found a date for the ball,' I state, wincing as Rixon's cold glare lands on me.

'Who' He asks, although it's more of a growl.

'Aria's friend, don't worry, he's gay,' I explain, shrugging to try and reinforce the triviality of the situation.

'I don't like it, but it's better than you taking one of those dickheads at that sausage party your mum hosted,' he complains, and I laugh at his interesting choice of words.

My eyes widen as he kneels down in between my knees as I sit on the bed. I don't say a word when he reaches beneath my dress and slowly pulls my thong down and off my legs. I lift my feet off the floor, helping him take my pink lace thong off.

A knock on the door sends my heart racing, I shove Rixon out from between my legs and jump to my feet. Rixon straightens up next to me as Sam comes in.

'Hi, sorry to interrupt, we're having dessert now if you want some,' he offers, his smile fades and his eyes widen as he looks down at Rixon's hand. I gawp as I realize he's looking at my pink thong in his hand. I stare in shock as Rixon grins, lifts his hand and presses my thong to his nose, inhaling deeply.

'Oh my God,' I stutter, completely mortified, not quite comprehending if the situation in front of me is actually happening or if this is some kind of nightmare.

'What the fuck man,' Sam laughs and backs up, shutting the door quickly, his face both shocked and amused.

'You fucking dick! What is wrong with you' I shout, reaching out to grab my underwear back, but Rixon stuffs it in his mouth and smiles at me, smug and full—mouthed.

'That was not funny,' I scowl and storm out the room and downstairs, ignoring his attempts at an apology.

'Come on, it was a little funny,' he insists but I blank him out because I can hear the laughter in his sexy voice.

Luckily, Sam doesn't mention the thong incident and gives me a brief, non—awkward smile as we demolish dessert. Rixon sits next to me, his arm slung possessively around my shoulders even whilst we eat. I don't dare ask where my thong is.

I look around at his family and friends, they've been so friendly. Callie catches my eye and shoots me a smile that sends a little pang of pain through me. It's lovely to sit here with everyone and to not have to hide, to not have to lie to anyone, to just be together openly.

I glance at Rixon to find him already staring at me, he smiles, and I shiver at the flash of white teeth and the glint of desire in his mesmerizing eyes.

Rixon's friends leave shortly after, and we decide it's time to head to bed. Rixon stands up, reaching his full 65 height. I swallow hard as he stretches his arms above his head, his biceps straining against the t—shirt he's wearing, it lifts up slightly, revealing tanned, hard abs.

Fuck.

Is he trying to kill me

He looks down at me, the glint of desire has become something more, his obsidian eyes devour me, running up and down my body. With a couple of strands of brown hair falling over his forehead to tickle his eyelashes, his teeth sinking into his full bottom lip and his gorgeous broad build towering over me, my knees feel weak with the desire I feel for him.

Damn. Am I ever going to not fancy him

He pulls me close, wrapping a protective arm around my shoulders, pressing me against his hard chest. His scent surrounds me and my mouth waters at the prospect of what's to come tonight.

'I can't wait to have you under me,' he whispers huskily in my ear as he reaches down to squeeze my ass.

'We're off to bed,' Rixon announces, before I can say anything, he reaches down and scoops me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

'What the hell' I laugh, not really mad, as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom. His sister just rolls her eyes, and his brother makes gagging noises.

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