Logan kissed her forehead. “And here I thought you were just quirky.”
She grinned up at him. “I’m plenty quirky,” she said, “but mostly I’m a slave to the happiness of those I love.”
She said the word
love
so freely, he had no doubt she felt it deeply. And he envied her for both abilities. The elevator doors opened on the top floor just in time to stop him from spouting some sentimental bullshit he was sure to regret saying later.
“This is a nice hotel,” she said, studying the narrow corridor. “Which room is mine?”
“You’re staying with me.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
She poked him in the gut. “Yep.”
He released an exaggerated sigh. “I thought I was going to have to resort to jerking off.”
“You can still do that,” she said so quietly, he almost hadn’t heard her.
“You’d like to watch, wouldn’t you?”
She shrugged, but he remembered what had happened the last time he’d stroked his cock in her presence. She’d become a self-taught expert at sixty-nine.
“I know it turns you on.” He slipped his key card into the slot on his door, glad the rest of the band had decided to stop at the restaurant for dinner before heading to their rooms. With the exception of a rather discreet member of their security team camped out next to the elevator, the corridor was empty. “What else turns you on, Toni?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, scowling with introspection. “I do plan to find out tonight.”
“And all day tomorrow.”
“I doubt we’ll need the extra day to figure it out. I’m not all that complicated.”
“You’re the most complicated woman I ever met,” he said as he opened the door to their room.
She laughed when some of the balloons blocking their entrance floated out into the hall. “Is this the right room?”
Logan batted his way through the red balloons, sending them bouncing off each other and the ceiling and Toni. There were several vases of flowers, tiered trays of chocolates, a silver bucket with chilling champagne, and the biggest strawberry shortcake he’d ever seen sitting on a table. Several sacks, which Logan assumed contained the requested sex toys, were lined up against the far wall, and half a dozen sets of lingerie had been artfully arranged on the bed. The outfits ranged from a sweet but short white lace teddy to a flirty babydoll made of a pink gauzy material complete with fur trim to a leather corset and thigh-high boots. Butch had overdone it again.
“It’s the right room,” he said, a blush coursing up his neck. When he’d requested such items, he hadn’t realized it would look like he was taking his brand new lover on a freaking honeymoon.
“What is all this?” She came into the room, glancing around wide-eyed, and set her messenger bag down by the door.
Embarrassed, he shrugged. There was no way in hell he was admitting that this was his idea. “I guess the guys thought it would be funny to tease me about our first night together in a hotel.”
He turned his head to peer at her sidelong. Was she buying it? A balloon bounced off his face when she volleyed it in his direction with the palm of her hand. He sent a barrage of balloons back her way, but very few managed to touch her. The helium kept sending them toward the ceiling before they could connect. But she was laughing as she fended off his attack with a swatting hand, and his embarrassment over discovering he was a romantic sap was quickly replaced by a buoyancy in his heart. Must be the balloons. He grabbed one in his hand and Toni’s arm in the other, tugging their bodies together with the balloon squashed between their bellies.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her face flushed with laughter as she stared up at him.
His arms circled her back and his hands slid down to her ass to tug her closer. “There are too many balloons in this room.”
The balloon squeaked in protest as their bodies came closer together.
“Don’t break—”
Pop!
They both jumped at the sound and then burst out laughing. He couldn’t resist kissing her smiling lips. When he drew away, she cocked her head to the side and scrutinized his face.
“So how did the pranksters know I like strawberry shortcake?” she asked.
Just play dumb.
“What strawberry shortcake?”
“That family-sized one over on the table. I can’t wait to devour it.”
Logan turned his head to pretend to notice the pizza-sized cake covered with strawberries and whipped cream for the first time. “That
is
huge. Strange coincidence that it happens to be your favorite.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, not sounding the least convinced. She pulled away and darted across the room. “So what’s in the sacks?”
She’d probably believe his bandmates would tease them by filling their room with sex toys, so he didn’t try to stop her.
Her brow crumpled as she pulled a package out of the first bag. “Socks?”
She held up a clearly marked package containing a dozen pairs of plain white tube socks.
“More socks?” She pulled out another pack of tube socks and another.
Logan snorted and burst out laughing. He hadn’t been specific about the kind of socks.
“Why do you need so many socks? Are your feet cold?”
He shook his head. “Toss me a bag and I’ll show you what they’re for.”
He ripped open the package she tossed to him and rolled up the sock, tucking the bulk of the sock into the open end so that it formed a soft ball. Standing next to the far side of bed, Toni watched him as he did the same on about half the socks in the pack, setting each ball in a neat pile on his side of the mattress between her new corset and lace teddy.
“That’s a strange way to fold socks,” she said, fingering the soft fur that edged a tiny pink thong.
He lifted one of the balls and tossed it up and down in one hand.
“Sock ball fight!” he announced before throwing the sock at her and catching her in the shoulder. He managed to pummel her with several sock balls from his pile before she dove behind the bed for cover. A moment later her head poked up over the mattress and she threw a recovered sock ball at him, missing him by a mile. He bounced a ball off her head before she disappeared below the edge of the mattress again.
“No fair!” she cried. “I don’t have any ammo.”
“You have five bags of ammo,” he said, tossing another sock ball at her.
“No prepared ammo!”
He heard the sound of plastic tearing. A sock went sailing over the bed in his direction.
“Sock snake!” she yelled. “It’s poisonous.”
The poisonous sock snake landed on the bed near his hip. She peeked up over the bed to see if her projectile had hit its target. Logan seized the sock, pretending to fight off its venomous fangs. The harder she laughed, the more he escalated his theatrics. He flopped onto the bed on his back, struggling to keep the sock from tearing out his throat, until the vicious creature got the better of him and connected with his jugular. Sock still gripped in his hand, he threw his arms wide.
“He got me,” he gasped and then went still.
“Oh no!” Toni cried. “I need to suck the poison out.”
It took every ounce of Logan’s will not to move as she jumped onto the bed with him and lowered her mouth to his throat. Her soft sucking kisses did all sorts of tingly things to the snake in his pants.
“I’m too late,” she said brokenly, sniffing theatrically.
“Keep trying,” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
Her soft kisses on his throat strengthened, drawing a shudder from him. He was now wishing the snake had bitten him a bit farther south.
“Oh God,” he said, lifting the sock in the air. “The snake is attacking again.”
Toni leaned away to watch him struggle with the sock once more.
“Not there!” he yelled as he aimed the sock for his crotch. “Anywhere but there!”
Toni grabbed the sock to help him fend off the attack. “I’ll save you.”
He expected her to pull the sock away, but she bumped it against the thickening ridge in his pants.
“Oh no,” she said. “He got you again. I’d better suck that poison out too.”
She jerked open his fly, and he laughed. “God, I love you,” he said. And then he sucked in a deep breath.
Toni went still, and her eyes lifted to meet his.
“U-u-ukuleles. I love ukuleles,” he said. “Highly underrated instrument.”
“Uh-huh,” she agreed. “Now, hush. It’s going to take a long time to get all this poison out.”
It didn’t take all that long really. Her technique was perfect. The way her mouth sucked, lips rubbed, throat vibrated—perfect. Her hand tugging gently at the base of his shaft, long hair tickling his belly as her head moved—perfect. The sounds she made, the way she looked, her scent, her remembered taste—perfect. His sweet, sweet Toni—perfect.
I’m in big trouble here.
Logan’s back arched as his pleasure intensified. He wasn’t ready for the building pleasure to end, but she’d fully conquered his resistance and he couldn’t help but let go.
“Toni?” he whispered hoarsely as he tapped the back of her head to let her know she was about to get a mouthful. His belly tautened as he found release, his bliss so intense he swore he saw stars behind his tightly clenched eyelids.
Toni tensed as he filled her mouth with cum, but she swallowed every drop and then slowly pulled away, releasing her suction with a soft pop.
Winded, she lay down beside him, rested her head on his chest, and traced the outlines of a tattoo here, an abdominal muscle there.
“That’s the second time you’ve tapped the back of my head when I’ve gone down on you,” she said, tilting her head so she could look up at him. “Am I missing something?”
He grinned at her. Was it weird that he was
glad
she didn’t know what it meant? “It’s the universal signal for
I’m coming,
in case you don’t want that stuff in your mouth.”
“Oh,” she said. “Am I supposed to swallow it? I meant to ask Reagan about proper protocol, but I forgot.”
“It’s up to you,” he said. “It won’t hurt my feelings if you pull off at the last minute or spit it out.”
“If I pull off, will I get to watch it come out?”
“Do you want to watch my cum spurt?”
She grinned deviously and nodded. Her hand slid down his belly, and she touched his softening cock. “Right now,” she said.
He laughed. “I’m not a teenager anymore, lamb. You’ll have to give it at least twenty minutes.” More like forty, but who was counting?
“Can I have some of that strawberry shortcake you ordered for me while we wait?”
“If you like.” It had to taste better than his cum.
She sat up and poked his nose. “I knew it!”
“You knew what?”
“
You
did all this romantic stuff for me. The balloons. The cake. The socks. These totally inappropriate clothes. The flowers and chocolate. All of it.”
Let’s not forget the sex toys.
Wherever those were.
He scowled and shook his head. “Did not!”
“Oh,” she said, sliding from the bed. “Well, that’s too bad. I was going to allow the sweetie who went to all this trouble to do anything he wanted to my naked body.”
His cock twitched. “Anything?”
“Yep.” She crossed the room and stuck her finger in the whipped cream topping on the shortcake. She sucked it off with the same skill she’d just showed his very appreciative dick. “Anything.”
“Even anal?”
“
Any
thing. But since it wasn’t you, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
He was torn between owning up to his ridiculous gifts and getting to do
anything
he wanted to the beautiful woman biting into a juicy strawberry with a look of bliss on her face.
“It was me,” he said. “Well, I asked Butch to have this all brought to our room to surprise you. Apparently, I wasn’t clear that the socks should be unique and colorful.” And now that he knew that her sock collection was a product of many special moments between herself and her little sister, he was actually glad he’d botched that one.
“Thank you. This was all really thoughtful of you.”
He sat up on the bed and rubbed a hand over his face. He actually didn’t feel like a complete idiot for bringing a smile to her face. He actually felt happy that she was pleased.
“So now I can do anything I want to you?” he asked.
“Not anything,” she said.
“Aw, man.” He slapped his thigh.
“You have only yourself to blame. You should have told me the truth from the start.”
“I was embarrassed,” he admitted. “I don’t normally do this kind of thing.” And he wasn’t sure what had compelled him to do it this time.
“It was very sweet of you.”
“Exactly,” he grumbled. He hauled himself off the bed and kicked his jeans off before sitting at the table where she was still picking at her strawberry treat with her fingers.
“New friend?” she asked, nodding toward the sock he still held in his hand. He’d completely forgotten it was there.
“Attack snake!” he shouted and touched her boob with his sock. “Oh no, she’s been bitten. She’s too young to die!”
He wrestled her sweater off over her head and sent her bra flying across the room in his haste to suck out the poison and save her precious life. She was laughing so hard by the time he freed her of her constrictive clothing, she couldn’t catch her breath.
“This snakebite looks all swollen and red,” he said, dipping his fingers in whipped topping. “Better put some salve on it.”
He loved the way she shuddered as he drew his cream-dipped fingertips over her hardened nipple. Her giggles turned to sighs of pleasure as he lowered his head to lick and suckle the tip of her breast.
“Thank you for saving my life, sir,” she murmured, threading her fingers through his hair.
“My pleasure.” He tilted his head back to look up at her. There was a far juicier cream he wanted to sample at the moment. He slid a finger down her belly toward his preferred destination. “Will you shave for me?”
She rubbed her jaw, checking for beard growth. “I shaved just this morning.”
“I’ll even let you use my razor.” She probably had no idea what he was sacrificing by offering his favorite blade. “You’ll find it in the bathroom.” That was where the team that delivered the band’s day-off luggage and set up their hotel suites always put it for him.