Page 110 of Cold Hard Cash

“Oh my God.” Jimmy gasped as realization clicked into place. “You’re jealous.”

Cold scowled, but he didn’t deny it.

“She’s just an old friend.” Jimmy groaned, exasperated. “And we’re probably not even going to be friends now! If you had shown up, like, two seconds earlier, you would have heard me defending you!”

“Was that before or after her lips were all over you?” Cold asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“I’m not interested in Anna! I don’t want her!”

Cold did not look convinced.

“You’re all I want, Rod! Just you!” Jimmy shouted. “It’s crazy and it’s stupid, but I do. Even when you push me away all the time, even though you refuse to kiss me—”

“I am giving you everything I fucking can!” Cold was in Jimmy’s space in a second, forcing him to stumble back into the desk. He bared his teeth as he growled, “I have given you so fucking much, and still, you want more! It’s never enough!”

“I’m not going to apologize for going after what I want!” Jimmy grabbed the edge of the desk to steady himself. “I want to be with you, Rod! I want this to be real! I don’t want to be your whore anymore! I don’t want any more stupid deals! Why can’t I just be your boyfriend? Why can’t you just admit—”

“You’re whatever the fuck I want you to be when I want you to be it.” Cold slid his hands around Jimmy’s neck. “You’re mine.”

“But you’ll never be mine, right?” Jimmy glared, fingers curling tight around Cold’s wrists. “You know, maybe you should be jealous. At least I know Anna wouldn’t be afraid to kiss me.”

“Oh, you fucking brat. You have no idea what it’s like to be afraid,” Cold sneered, something hurt and wild clouding his gaze.

“I’m afraid all the time!” Jimmy wailed as he blinked through a surge of angry tears. “I’m afraid to go to sleep sometimes because of what I might dream about, I’m afraid for my dad, that something is gonna happen to him in prison, I’m afraid for myself… I’m afraid you’re never going to care about me even half as much as I care about you.”

Time seemed to slow down, Cold’s hands tight enough to make Jimmy’s breath catch, and he could feel Cold’s pulse thrumming rapidly under his fingers.

Just like the day they met.

The energy in the air shifted, and the anger retreated from Cold’s gaze. He was beautiful and he looked frightfully lost, staring down at Jimmy’s mouth as if he could find all the answers he needed there. He suddenly lunged forward.

Cold crashed their lips together in a passionate kiss, their teeth clicking from the force of it.

It was messy and heated, and Jimmy burst into tears. He had wanted this for so long, and he could hardly believe it was happening. It was finally happening. Squeezing Cold’s wrists, Jimmy pressed his body into Cold’s and returned the kiss passionately.

Cold slowly regained control, his lips now like satin and smoothly gliding against Jimmy’s. They tasted as wonderful as Jimmy had dreamed, and he moaned as Cold seductively slipped his tongue into Jimmy’s mouth. Cold’s hands at his neck were firm as he tilted Jimmy’s head to find the perfect angle, their mouths dancing together sweetly.

A kiss had never been this damn good, and Jimmy gave Cold everything he had, his body trembling.

Knees wobbling, Jimmy gasped. “Can I please… can I please touch you?”

“Yes.” Cold sighed as Jimmy slid his hands up Cold’s arms and around his shoulders.

Jimmy gasped again as Cold grabbed him around his waist, lifting him up onto the desk. The keyboard and a jar of pens clattered onto the floor as he pulled Cold close, and he wrapped his legs around Cold’s hips. He kept kissing him, afraid to lose contact even for a moment. He kissed Cold like he was starved for it, greedily taking every taste and sensation and going in for more.

Cold’s hands were all over him, and the way he dominated the kiss—the savage manner in which he just took and took—drove Jimmy absolutely wild. He wanted Cold inside him and scrambled to loosen his pants, moaning loudly.

Cold was on the same page, hands clawing at every inch of Jimmy and then sliding down to his hips. There was hardly any grace between them, and they both tried to unsnap buttons and pull away fabric, frantic to get at each other as quickly as possible.

Palming the sides of Cold’s face, Jimmy kissed him eagerly, one leg still in his pants even as he lifted his hips to yank down his briefs. Cold was going to fuck him right there on the desk, and it was going to be so damn good.

This was perfect, hot, and…

Wait.

Why was the door opening?

Why was Rowena standing there with that smug look on her face as she cooed, “Aw, I see you guys have made up!”