The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

I walk into the living room for some privacy and Rixon nervously follows.

'So, I had a little chat with our son earlier after I disturbed him in his bedroom with some girl,' I start, crossing my arms over my chest as Rixon swallows hard.

'And he informed me that not only had you slept with the same number of women at his age, you think his actions are, and I quote 'perfectly fine',' I finish, and he sighs heavily.

'Okay, so the first part is not important, it was before I met you so you can't get mad!' He defends himself and I raise an eyebrow in disbelief, 'And I never said that I was perfectly fine with it, I just said I didn't have a problem with it like you do!' He explains and it's my turn to sigh.

'Am I overreacting' I ask him, suddenly questioning myself.

'No, baby I get why you care, you have a point that he might regret this when he meets his mate,' he tells me gently, reaching out and putting his arms around my waist, 'But it's his life and it's his choice, we can only advise him and you've made it perfectly clear how you feel,' he says, kissing my forehead and enveloping me in that tantalizing scent of his.

'I know it's his choice, I only asked him not to do it at our house, I feel like a brothel with the bloody footfall coming in and out of our home and I don't want the children seeing it,' I reply and lean my head against his hard chest.

'You're right, in the house isn't okay, I'll speak to him,' he promises and kisses my head again.

'Thank you,' I mumble, wanting to stay here in his arms instead of doing Maths homework but I know I have to move.

'You look really fit today by the way,' he whispers huskily in my ear and a shiver of desire runs through me.

'Maths then some alone time' I ask, looking up at his warm, onyx eyes twinkling with naughty thoughts.

'Sounds good wifey,' he jokes and kisses me before I can reply. His lips move confidently against mine, I wrap my arms around his neck and press myself against him.

'Ew, stop that and come help me!' I hear Talen complain and I reluctantly pull away from my yummy husband.

'I'll call the grandparents,' Rixon says, winking at me. He knows my parents don't like being referred to as grandparents, makes them feel old. Don't get me wrong, they love being grandparents, but they don't like being called them.

I sit down with Talen and Malika to help with their homework, we're just finishing when the front door opens and my fourth child and eldest daughter, sixteen—year—old Tahlia, enters the house.

'MUM!' She shouts and comes running into the kitchen, I look up from the table in surprise.

'What is it' I ask as she jumps up and down, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

'I met my mate!' She yells and does a little happy dance.

'Oh my God, that's amazing!' I reply, jumping up to give her a hug. I glance over at Rixon to gauge his reaction, he closes his eyes and exhales slowly, 'And so it begins,' he says quietly, his voice filled with dread and disappointment.

'Oh stop being dramatic,' I roll my eyes at him and turn my attention back to my daughter.

'Tell me all about him,' I take her hands and lead her over to the table.

An hour later, Tahlia has told me all about the new boy who just started at school; her mate, and my parents have arrived to look after the children.

'You two go and enjoy your night, your dad will cook something for the kids,' my Mum says and my Dad eyes us both warily.

'Don't enjoy yourselves too much though,' he warns, and I pull a face whilst Rixon nods solemnly.

'Of course Mr. Larkin, we'll behave ourselves,' Rixon replies, and I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. We've been married for nearly twenty years, if I want a night of hot sex with my husband, I can have it!

'See you later!' I call and we head out to the car.

'Wanna treat ourselves to a takeaway' Rixon asks as he pulls out of our drive.

'Yes! Junk food and sex, so what I need after today,' I reply happily, leaning back and relaxing into the seat.

We drive to Rixon's old flat, he kept it as our little escape from the world of being parents. As we take the lift to his floor, I have déjà vu of the first night we ever spent together, here in this very building.

As if sensing my thoughts, Rixon looks over and smirks at me.

Damn, he is fine.

'What do you fancy' He spreads the takeout menus across the table in front of me. I glance at them, but then look up to meet his gaze, letting my eyes show exactly what I fancy. His eyes darken in return, and he leans across the table.

'Pick something, it won't be ready for a while, we have plenty of time to...' he pauses, his eyes flicking down to my lips, 'Work up an appetite.'

'Pizza' I suggest and he grins at me, lighting up his beautiful face.

'You read my mind, baby.'

We choose what we want, and I call in, once I've placed the order I hang up and turn to see Rixon pouring us some wine.

'It'll be twenty minutes,' I tell him, he puts down the bottle and pretends to think, tapping his finger on his chin.

'What can we do in twenty minutes' He ponders out loud and I smile, rounding the table to walk over to him.

'I'm sure we can think of something,' I reach for the buttons of his shirt, slowly making my way from the bottom to the top, my fingers brushing his throat as I slide the shirt off his shoulders. His tight, tan skin is revealed to me, decorated with intricate black tattoos that hug every ripple and valley of his muscles.

My husband is nearly fifty in human years, but with our aging, he has the health and physical appearance of a twenty—something years old. And the stamina for that matter.

I am one lucky woman.