Page 81 of Cold Hard Cash

“Why… why is it so important?” Jimmy panted. “It’s not… it’s not really my mom’s, is it?”

“The less you know, the better,” Cold said firmly, sinking his finger in until Jimmy cried out. He nuzzled his mouth over Jimmy’s ear. “When it’s time, I will tell you everything. But now, I need you to trust me.”

Jimmy rocked his hips back against Cold’s hand as he mumbled, “Mmm, thought you said I shouldn’t.”

“Still true.”

“Fine.” Jimmy groaned. “You can have it. Just please… Help my dad.”

“I will,” Cold swore as he pressed his lips against Jimmy’s forehead in a tender kiss.

Jimmy’s heart thumped at the simple affection. 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 Cold. 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.

Cold patted Jimmy’s hip and stepped back. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”

Jimmy nodded, smiling as Cold took his hand and led him to the bathroom. Cold turned on the water and then helped him into the tub as it filled up.

Sinking down into the blazing hot water, Jimmy groaned appreciatively. He blinked when he saw Cold dim the lights until the bathroom was almost completely dark except for what bled through from the cracked door. “What are you doing?”

“Joining you.”

Jimmy’s eyes widened, and he resisted the urge to cheer. Cold was getting naked. It was too dark to see much of 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. He turned off the water and tapped Jimmy’s shoulder, indicating for him to scoot forward. Jimmy moved and grinned 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 chuckled, 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 he had a washcloth slowly scrubbing across Jimmy’s skin. 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 Goldschläger.” Cold washed around Jimmy’s neck and chest. “I’ll get you a toothbrush before we go to bed.”

“Hey, it’s your sister’s fault. She’s a bad influence.”

“Mm, yes, she can be very persuasive.”

“Must run in the family. 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 waking up something ravenous deep inside of him like always. He tried pressing Cold’s hand to where he wanted it, 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 and tried to thrust up into his hand. “Please… I want you to. Tie me down to the bed, a-and—”