“Congratulations, and please enjoy!” Thornton exclaimed, bowing and returning to the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you got him to come down here just for our wedding,” Jimmy gushed, eagerly digging in.
“It’s what you wanted,” Cold reminded him, smiling warmly.
Jimmy leaned over to steal a kiss, the movement of his hips making the plug inside him shift deliciously. He had to bite back a moan, lingering on Cold’s lips. “Mmm... this is perfect, Rod. Everything is perfect.”
“Good,” Cold said, lightly squeezing Jimmy’s chin with a wink.
“And no one’s going to show up here trying to kill us?” Jimmy asked under his breath.
“No.”
“And this isn’t another crazy plan to take out your mafia enemies or beat up anybody or anything like that?”
“Jimmy,” Cold sighed, leaning close to whisper in his ear, “the only thing I’m planning on doing while I’m here is fucking your tight little body until you forget your own name.”
Jimmy gulped thickly.
“Sound good?” Cold asked casually.
“Oh, very good. Yup. Perfect.”
They ate, they drank, and everyone was partying well past the setting of the sun. Cold took Jimmy out to the beach not far from the dining area to dance with him. There wasn’t any music, but they didn’t need any.
Jimmy curled up against Cold’s chest, their hips slowly swaying together. He listened to the waves gently crashing behind them, and his heart was swelling to bursting in his chest.
Cold was holding Jimmy’s waist, his hands lovingly caressing his sides and his back as they danced together. “Mmm... I think it’s time to say good night, don’t you?”
“Good night? Already?” Jimmy perked up, catching the mischief in Cold’s smile. “Ohhhh, yes.”
“We have a wedding night to get to,” Cold said with a smirk, sweeping Jimmy up into his arms. He turned his head to shout back at their guests, “I hope you all enjoy the rest of your evening and have a good night!”
“Night!” Rowena cooed sweetly and waved. “You boys have fun!”
“Good night!” Jimmy called out over numerous cheers of farewell, laughing as Cold eagerly nibbled on his neck. “Jeez! Can’t you wait until we get to the room?”
“No,” Cold replied simply, swaying a little as he carried Jimmy to their bungalow and continued to gnaw on him. It was only a short walk down the beach to reach it, on the opposite side of the little island from the guest houses where everyone else was staying.
“Please don’t drop me!” Jimmy giggled, clinging to Cold’s shoulders.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Cold promised, nodding at the door as they approached. “If you would be so kind?”
Jimmy grabbed the doorknob and opened it, squealing when Cold violently kicked it all the way open. “Rod!”
Cold laughed, growling playfully as he kicked it closed behind them and carried Jimmy over to the bed.
The bungalow was lush, modern, and the bed rivaled the luxurious monstrosity they had at home. It had its own private hot tub, a beautiful screen separating a sitting area from the bed, and a small dock that led right out onto the water.
On top of the sheets Jimmy went, dropped gently down with Cold crawling over him. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, both of them fighting to get their clothes off.
More than a few buttons were lost in the process, and Jimmy heard one of Cold’s sandals crash into the far wall when he kicked them off.
Jimmy moaned loudly when Cold got his bottoms off and pushed against the plug. “Oh, fu-uuck!”
“You’ve been such a very good boy for me,” Cold panted, tracing his finger around Jimmy’s hole. “Such a very good boy all night... do you need me to take this out?”
“Please, Rod,” Jimmy breathed, groaning in relief when Cold gently removed the plug. He was aching and empty, gasping when Cold pressed his thumb inside of him. “Mm! Rod!”
