“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?