Page 75 of Cold Hard Cash

“I will,” Cold promised, pressing his lips against Jimmy’s forehead in a tender kiss.

Jimmy’s heart ached at the simple affection, absolutely overjoyed. He couldn’t begin to imagine the legal resources Cold had at his disposal. If anyone would be able to help his father, it would be him. Jimmy wanted to know the importance of the ring, but he trusted Cold to tell him the truth eventually. More than ever, his belief in Cold was absolute. Whatever this was between them was growing stronger with every passing day.

He knew he was falling for Cold, head over heels, and it was insane for so many reasons. He was a gangster, a thief, a murderer, but there was no one else Jimmy ever wanted to be with.

Cold didn’t show it in conventional ways, but there was no doubt in Jimmy’s mind now that he cared for him deeply.

“Now,” Cold said with a soft sigh, “let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”

Jimmy nodded, smiling as Cold took his hand and led him into the bathroom. Cold turned on the water, blazing hot, taking Jimmy’s hands and helping him into the tub as it filled up.

Sinking down into the water, Jimmy groaned appreciatively. He blinked when he saw Cold adjusting the lights, dimming them until the bathroom was almost completely dark. “What are you doing?”

“Joining you,” was the short reply.

Jimmy’s eyes widened, and he resisted the urge to squeal. Cold was getting naked. It was too dark to see anything, but he was taking off his clothes. All of them.

Jimmy struggled to make out anything in the darkness, only able to catch a lean silhouette as Cold stripped down quickly. He turned off the water and tapped Jimmy’s shoulder, indicating for him to scoot forward. Jimmy obediently moved, grinning like a fool as Cold slipped in behind him. He leaned back, savoring the feeling of hot skin pressed against his own. He could feel Cold’s cock digging into him and grinded slowly against it.

“Easy,” Cold purred, arms wrapping around Jimmy’s waist and fingers gliding over his stomach to hold him in place. “Tonight... just relax.”

Jimmy squirmed for a moment, but relented, letting himself melt against Cold’s warm body. Cold’s hands moved, a bottle clicked, and then there was a cloth slowly scrubbing across Jimmy’s body. Cold started with Jimmy’s arms, then his hands, letting their soapy fingers tangle together.

“Feels good,” Jimmy sighed, resting his swimming head against Cold’s shoulder as he continued to bathe him.

“You smell like bile and Goldschlager,” Cold snorted, moving around Jimmy’s neck and chest. “I’ll get you a toothbrush before we go to bed.”

Jimmy barked out a laugh, defending, “Hey, it’s your sister’s fault. She’s a bad influence.”

“Mmm, yes, she can be very persuasive,” Cold agreed with a soft chuckle.

“Must run in the family,” Jimmy suggested. “I mean, you always seem to get what you want.”

“Indeed I do,” Cold drawled and leaned his cheek into Jimmy’s hair, hands moving down his lean stomach and over his hips.

Jimmy couldn’t hold back a faint groan, Cold’s touch always waking up something ravenous deep inside of him. He tried pressing Cold’s hand to where he wanted it, down between his legs, but Cold suddenly flinched.

Jimmy let go immediately, putting his hands on the side of the tub to get them out of the way. He had pushed too far and waited for a swift punishment.

“Keep that up, Mr. Poe,” Cold said in his ear, hands barely grazing the tip of Jimmy’s cock, “and I may have to tie you up.”

“Y-you know, threatening me with that may have the opposite effect of what you want...”

“Why? Would you like me to tie you up?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, his fingers squeezing the sides of the tub as Cold brushed over his cock. He whined, trying to thrust up into his hand. “Please... I want you to. Tie me down to the bed, a-and—”

“Not tonight,” Cold said briskly, setting the washcloth aside and rubbing his hands down Jimmy’s thighs.

“But, sir, please—”

Cold’s hand pressed against Jimmy’s neck, firm but gentle, drawling, “Mr. Poe, you’ll take what I give you or you’ll get nothing. Do you understand?”

Jimmy whined, but nodded. “Yes, sir...”

Cold kept his hand around Jimmy’s throat, reaching down with the other to slowly trace over his cock. Jimmy was already hard, trying to stay calm, trying to be good. He forced himself to relax, keeping his hips firmly planted down. With a longing sigh, he let Cold tease and pet him all he wanted, remaining boneless and pliant as he closed his eyes.

“Good boy,” Cold said, rewarding Jimmy with his long fingers curling around the shaft of his cock, squeezing lightly.