Page 67 of Cold Hard Cash

Jimmy was impressed Cold’s erection hadn’t faltered, but before Valdemar and Thirdsies could get out what was actually going on, he sensed someone staring at him. It made the little hairs on the back of his neck jump to attention, and he turned his head to see Rufus Corman standing behind him on the other side of the stage.

Corman stared unabashedly at Jimmy with a nasty smile, and while Corman couldn’t see much from the angle he was at, Jimmy could still feel his skin trying to crawl right off his bones. Corman waved, and Jimmy saw the bandage where Cold had cut off his finger.

No one had ever looked at Jimmy with such hatred.

It made him feel sick. He pressed against Cold and felt him tense, but he didn’t push Jimmy away.

“Larry, Curly, and Moe are all here,” Valdemar exclaimed, eyes wide as if this was very important news. “Here in Strassen Springs. Right now.”

Jimmy was certain it was another stupid joke, terrified that he was about to see Valdemar get shot right in the face, but Cold’s upper lip twitched. He lowered his gun, tucking it back into the holster under his jacket. “How long?”

“Larry and Curly have been here since yesterday apparently,” Thirdsies supplied quickly. “Moe just got here tonight.”

Cold gritted his teeth, the gears in his brain almost visibly turning.

“We should make a move tonight,” Corman declared. “Their return is an obvious insult to your power. We should—”

“We should not act rashly,” Cold cut in sharply. “Do nothing until I say so. Spread the word. No one makes a move. We’ll deal with this in the morning. Keep your eyes open, remain vigilant, but nothing goes down without my permission.”

Valdemar gave a solemn bow. “We will await your orders, oh Cold One.”

“You got it, Boss.” Thirdsies nodded obediently.

Corman snarled, but shrugged, replying cordially, “Whatever you say, Boss.”

Winding his arm possessively around Jimmy’s waist, Cold glared at Corman. How Corman was looking at Jimmy had obviously not escaped his attention. “Damn right it’s whatever I say. Now, all of you, get out.”

Jimmy sagged in relief, leaning his forehead against Cold’s chest, grateful they were all going to be leaving.

Cold smirked smugly at Jimmy. “I have some ivory that needs tickling, after all.”

Jimmy felt his face turn a vivid shade of red as Valdemar and Thirdsies snickered and scattered like ghosts, disappearing as quickly as they’d arrived. He saw that Corman lingered, however, gazing over the length of Jimmy’s spine with a dark smile. He and Cold stared each other down for a few tense moments before Corman too departed.

Once they were alone, Cold gently touched Jimmy’s cheek. He didn’t say anything, but there was a definite hint of concern as he looked him over.

“I’m okay,” Jimmy said softly. “Corman just creeps me out.” Cold’s cock was still hard inside of him, his own erection nearly wilted away. He was wise enough not to try to find out who the Three Stooges were. It was obviously some kind of code name, but he didn’t dare ask.

“So, tickling my ivory?” Jimmy said instead, trying for a playful smile.

Cold laughed. It was short and unexpected, breathy and deep, but he had laughed. His eyes were mirthful as he purred, “Amongst other things.”

Jimmy gasped as Cold squeezed his legs before guiding them back around his waist. He tilted his head down and nosed along Jimmy’s throat. Jimmy could feel the softest tease of teeth, and his breath stuttered in his throat. Cold glided his hands over Jimmy’s thighs to his hips, kneading there as he began to thrust his cock once more. He continued to breathe along Jimmy’s neck and then lightly nipped at his ear.

Jimmy was melting, and his hands struggled to find somewhere to rest. Cold grabbed his arm, lifting it around his neck, leaving Jimmy momentarily stunned. He held on tight, their faces only inches away from each other. Leaning back on his other hand to brace himself, he groaned as Cold slammed into him harder, his legs squeezing around Cold’s waist and fingers clawing at the back of his head.

A particularly deep thrust made him yelp. He wanted Cold to hit that spot again.

Giving up his hold around Cold’s neck to grab his hip, Jimmy gasped as he got another hard slam. Jimmy bit his lip, feeling brave, and slid his hand lower to grab a handful of Cold’s ass.

God, and he had a nice ass—full, round, firm. There was a thin layer of underwear separating him from feeling flesh, but Jimmy was so grateful he was being granted permission to touch him like this.

Cold pushed forward, his legs smacking against the piano keys as he began to pant, growling low. The energy between them was changing, feeling less and less like a punishment and more intimate with every thrust. Jimmy whimpered, his balls throbbing as his orgasm began to approach again. He was desperate, trying like hell to tilt his hips in just the right position to stave off the inevitable. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t concentrate. He knew he couldn’t come yet, and it was torture.

“Fuck!” Jimmy cried, aware that Cold was getting close too, judging by his litany of pants and growls. Jimmy gritted his teeth, his head tipping back and his toes clenching tight. He didn’t know how much longer he could last. He was certain his balls were going to implode if Cold didn’t come soon and stop fucking him like this.

Squeezing Cold’s ass, Jimmy tried to encourage him to finish, but Cold decided to slow down again, apparently out of spite. Jimmy wanted to die, and he couldn’t help how loudly he whimpered.

Cold smiled, taunting, “You want it so badly, don’t you?”