Body Check (Seattle Serpents, #1)

by Teagan Hunter

“Adding alcohol to the mix can actually exacerbate your flight anxiety.” Her lips inch upward in a gleeful grin. “That so?” “Yep. Heard it firsthand from some crazy cat lady at an airport lounge.” “She sounds smart.” “She sounds drunk.” “Buzzed,” she clarifies. “And only barely.”

It’s her. The woman from the lounge. She’s smiling at me like we’re old friends, like she can’t wait to annoy me for the rest of the flight—like she’s going to enjoy annoying me.

There’s no way he’s anything under six foot four, which means he’s a hot and tall asshole—my weakness.

Fine. Maybe I also want to know if his touch burns as hot as his stare. Because boy oh boy did it feel like flames were licking at my skin as he raked his eyes over me.

“Um…thank you?” It comes out as a question because I’m not entirely sure if I should thank him. What kind of weirdo walks around with tape in their backpack? Is he really MacGyver, then? Like a super-duper hot MacGyver?

“It was eight years ago.” He looks up at me. “Eight years ago, I was stood up at the altar.”

“You know, Auden…” I kiss her mound, the tuft of curls tickling my lips in the most delightful way. “I never did eat dinner.” A stuttered breath. Another kiss, this one closer to the meal I’m so looking forward to. I peek up at her, loving how she’s watching me with hazy eyes. She wants this as badly as I do. “And I’m fucking starving.”

“You take me so well, sweetheart. This cunt was made for my cock. You know that?”

“Hi, I’m Auden Sinclair.” He glances down at my hand, then back up at my face. “I know who you are. What I don’t know is why—why are you here?” “I own this hotel.” His jaw slackens, and his eyes grow wide. “You… You…” “Welcome to The Sinclair, Mr. Hutchinson.”

God, I wish we were alone so I could bend her over my knee and show her how I feel about her little stunt.

Not until an hour into our flight do I realize I’m missing something again—my hat. I know then that wasn’t the last I’ll see of Auden Sinclair.

Next, we drop off Lilah. She tries to convince me to stay over at her place, but I manage to wave her off, telling her I have to get home to feed my pet goldfish…which I do not have. She must be really tired because she doesn’t even question it.

My eyes drift to the hat that’s still on her head. Little thief. I still can’t believe she got one over on me and stole it back. At first, I was pissed, but then I realized it gave me an excuse to see her again, and that thought rocked me to my core. I wanted to see her again. I never want to see my one-night stands again.

“I am, Auden. I’m superstitious as hell, and right now, it seems like you might be my good luck charm.”

“As much as I want to fill your throat with my cum, I want to fill your cunt even more.” He cups me through my jeans, and I swear it’s like there’s nothing between us. “But first, I’m going to get a taste of this sweet pussy I missed so much. Then I’m going to fuck you against this window, Auden. I want all of Seattle to see who you belong to tonight, understand?”

“Toast, huh?” “I love toast. It’s my favorite.” “Do you love toast, or do you just love butter?” I turn my face into his body, burying my smile. How does he know me so well already? “Both.”

How could he not know? What kind of weirdo likes toast for toast and not for the insane amounts of butter you’re totally justified in adding to it?

She offered to blow me, and it killed me to turn her down. I mean, it’s fucking Thanksgiving and she wanted my baby gravy in her mouth. How could I say no to that?

“Either she’s going to strangle him, or he’ll wear her down eventually. I can’t decide which.” Auden laughs. “Oh, strangle for sure. I know my sister too well—she’d never get involved with Lawson.”