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“Thank you.” Jimmy sighed adoringly. “Thank you for everything. I’m… I think I’m in shock. I just can’t believe it. This is real. This is really happening.”
“Mm, believe it.”
Jimmy closed his eyes, letting himself relax against Cold. His heart was full, and he was exhausted. He reached for Cold’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
Cold gave Jimmy’s hand a squeeze, and he buried his face in Jimmy’s hair.
“I love you,” Jimmy whispered.
Cold lifted his head, icy eyes flickering over Jimmy’s face, and he muddled over those words thoughtfully. He didn’t say anything, but he smiled. He leaned in to kiss Jimmy tenderly, and Jimmy melted in his arms.
“You know, it’s still technically your birthday,” he mumbled over Cold’s lips. “Just saying.”
“I suppose there is one last present I’d love to open up.”
“I’m all yours.” Jimmy smiled brightly.
“And this—” Cold guided Jimmy’s hand to his chest, over his heart. “This is yours, James Poe.”
Jimmy was already so emotionally compromised that Cold’s unexpected declaration was nearly enough to break him. He was tearful in moments, kissing Cold frantically, hands roaming as he gasped. “I’ll take it.”
“Thought you might be interested. Pretty fair trade.”
“Sounds like a hell of a deal to me.”
Chapter twenty-five
“Are you ready, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked quietly, his hands tracing over the ropes that held Jimmy in place.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whimpered.
Cold had soft ropes tying Jimmy’s hands behind his back, artful twists that held his wrists together above his ass. The ropes looped between his legs, around his cock and balls, and hugged his thighs. They were then woven down to a special bar that kept his knees firmly apart.
To open a present, it first had to be unwrapped, Cold had told him firmly.
When they first arrived back at the estate, all of the Gentlemen were waiting for them to celebrate. Being in on the plan had allowed them to escape the police’s raid on the club totally unscathed.
Rowena had brought Dario, the pair looking rather cozy snuggled up on a sofa, earning themselves a nasty glare from Cold. Rowena didn’t look bothered, though Dario was clearly nauseous.
Perhaps Cold was in a good mood from their victory because he didn’t say a word about it. He didn’t even say anything about Tamerlane and Lorre tangled up by the bar, torn between shoving each other and kissing. That was much less distracting than the sight of Thirdsies and Pym passionately making out on one of the other sofas.
Jules had his cell phone out, mumbling something about giving the Doc a call, and left with a determined smile.
Valdemar, watching everyone with a longing sigh, tipped a drink back and laughed. “Ah, young love.”
Cold finally had seen enough when Thirdsies started biting Pym’s neck and threw his glasses behind the sofa. He left Valdemar to his voyeuristic intentions and whisked Jimmy away to their bedroom, stripping him down and worshipping every inch of him as he looped all the ropes around his body. Every knot was tied with a kiss, and his fingers lingered to caress every bit of skin as he went.
Jimmy was now currently posed on the edge of the bed, Cold admiring his handiwork with a smug chuckle. Jimmy bowed his head and blushed fiercely as he felt the tip of Cold’s finger slide between his cheeks.
“You do look so lovely like this,” Cold praised. “A perfect little present just for me.” He spread Jimmy’s cheeks, massaging around his hole with his thumb.
Jimmy wiggled his hands against the ropes, and he wished Cold would give him more, give him something. His cock quickly stiffened, the rope suddenly feeling tighter, and it made him groan.
“Not too much?” Cold asked, sliding a hand around to check the fit of the rope.
“Good, sir.”
Cold gave him a firm stroke as a reward and then went back to playing around the edge of his hole.
