Page 136 of Cold Hard Cash

Tangling his fingers with Cold’s, Jimmy grinded back against him. It was slow and beautiful, and he let Cold set an intoxicating pace, adoring how he could feel his bare flesh against him. Jimmy enjoyed the ropes, the toys, the torture; he loved it all.

But this, making love with nothing between them except a mere breath of space, hearing Cold whisper, “Jimmy,” in his ear, he loved most.

Cold moved them as the temperature heated up, putting Jimmy on his back and mounting him. Jimmy groaned as Cold’s cock slid back home inside of him, using his long legs to pull Cold in by his hips and dragging him down for a kiss.

Drunk on his sweet lips, when Jimmy finally came, he screamed out to the heavens in pleasure. Cold was right behind him, groaning and cursing as he pounded them both through every tremor. Even when their bodies had stopped shaking, Cold sighed and slid his cock in and out a few more times, chasing the last inklings of pleasure.

“Yup,” Jimmy agreed, picking up their conversation as if they’d never stopped. “Very good.”

Cold laughed, kissing Jimmy’s forehead. “Very,” he confirmed, pulling Jimmy out of bed and to the bathroom for a much needed shower. Cold didn’t dress in a suit for the day, opting instead for optimum relaxation by selecting a pair of blue silk pajamas.

Jimmy was still only wrapped in a towel, smiling as he watched Cold get ready. “Gonna go be a badass gangster in your jammies?”

Cold snorted. “I’m always a badass gangster, thank you very much. And today, I am going to be badass in my pajamas. I’ve earned a day of rest.”

“So, big ol’ Boss Cold wants to...chill?”

Eyes twinkling as he laughed, Cold said, “It’s not a bad idea. We’ve gotsnowplace to go.”

Jimmy giggled. “Oh, that was terrible.”

“Hmmph. Clearly, you don’t know thefrostthing about such highbrow humor.”

“You’re awful.”

“Aw, gonna give me the cold shoulder now, Jimmy?”

“Okay, seriously. Where has this ridiculous dorky sense of humor been hiding?” Jimmy laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Oh, it’s been around,” Cold assured him, smirking playfully and leaning in to steal a quick kiss. “Get dressed. I’ll see you downstairs.”

Jimmy found a pair of sweatpants and a plain white shirt, brushing his teeth and grinning at himself in the mirror. Life was pretty damn good.

He floated down the stairs to the kitchen, all smiles. He could hear Jules and Jerry fighting in a mixture of volatile French and English, while Cold snickered to himself as he sipped a cup of coffee.

Jerry had already begun to fix plates, waving his spatula at Jules and screaming at him as he tried to steal a handful of bacon.

“I don’t even care what you’re saying! Voo-juhhhh-whatever!” Jules roared back. “Don’t fuckin’ care! I’ve got a fuckin’ date tonight, and you’re not gonna ruin my good mood!”

“Date?” Jimmy gushed excitedly, sitting down next to Cold and thanking Jerry for the food.

Jerry mumbled something in French, continuing to stir at the eggs still in the pan.

Jules looked proud, beaming, “I was finally successful in wooing Doc Queen, and now she’s gonna go on a real fuckin’ date with me.”

“You mean she felt sorry for you and agreed to one date if it meant you’d finally leave her alone, you uncultured twat,” Jerry sneered, angrily scooping eggs onto Jimmy’s plate.

“Someone is fuckin’ jealous,” Jules hissed triumphantly as he snatched another piece of bacon. “That the better man won.”

Speaking rapidly to Cold in French, Jerry gestured clearly to Jules while he finished serving their food.

“Ah,je connais,” Cold sighed, waving as if to dismiss Jerry. “Aller.”

“Merci, monsieur,” Jerry replied, huffing as he stalked out of the kitchen.

Jules chuckled heartily, giving Cold and Jimmy a big grin. “Now, the better man is gonna go get ready for his fuckin’ date. You good, Boss?”

“Very good,” Cold replied, smirking. “Hope you two kids have a lovely time.”