‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 33

“There’s another roof?” I exclaim in awe when we reach the top of the restaurant through a short flight of stairs.

Kingston huffs a laugh and says, “Yes. The fireworks will look amazing from up here.”

“I bet.”

Different styles of chaise lounge chairs and couches are placed all around for couples and families to sit together. Each with a set of blankets and candles lighting the tables to make them look inviting. The setting and the ambiance are so romantic and warm.

We choose a lush red leather one.

Well, I run toward it while Kingston follows after me dutifully. A pleased and amused smile curves his lips. He sits down first before pulling me against him with my back against his solid chest. His thick and corded arms envelop my upper body as he opens the folded blanket and lays it over my legs and up to my waist since the skirt of my dress rides up a little.

His lips dust over the shell of my ear, and he murmurs, “Comfy, darling?”

“Very.”

Kissing my neck, he intertwines our fingers and rests them over my belly. I lean my head against his pecs and sigh in pleasure. Burning sexual tension simmers between us as I become aware of all the places I’m touching him. The lust I have for him never wanes.

A few more people start to filter in until all the couches are full.

Meanwhile, my mind is on a dirty trip. I imagine Kingston pulling the blanket even higher and slipping his hand underneath. I picture him pushing it under my skirt to trace my damp panties and shoving it aside to play with my bare pussy. I’d grind and silently beg for him to thrust his fingers inside without a care of the people around us.

The fantasy turns darker and naughtier as I visualize him filling me up with his cock. Not fucking, just throbbing and using my hole to warm his length.

The filthy image is so hot that I squirm, and a minor gasp slips past my lips when I feel his thick erection.

Teeth clamp down on my collarbone in a rough bite before Kingston warns, “Don’t distract me, filthy vixen, or we’ll miss the show.”

I’m so turned on and wet that I almost say fuck it and beg him to take me somewhere, only to be saved by someone in the crowd yelling it’s five minutes before the countdown to the new year.

“Behave like a good girl, and I’ll reward you later.”

I tilt my face and kiss his throat. “Okay, Daddy.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he groans, squeezing my waist.

My gaze is drawn to the sky when a flash of light bursts, lighting it up so brightly that it takes my breath away. A few seconds after it completely disappears, another cracker zooms into the air with a whoosh, erupting in a glittery pink color.

It’s like I’ve been transported back home in the midst of the Diwali festivities at Tina’s home with her family.

The loud booming noise wrenches me into the present and I shiver in Kingston’s arms, smiling wide. I’m so mesmerized by the star-studded and colorful sky as beautiful fireworks dominate it one after another in a wide array of patterns.

“This is so lovely, King,” I praise over the chatter surrounding us.

Everyone’s attention is riveted by the show. Kingston is staring at me when I glance up, and a rosy glow darkens my cheeks.

“It is,” he murmurs.

I become shy, sensing he’s not talking about the fireworks.

Our connection breaks when a waitress appears on our side, places a bowl of ice cream on the table, and leaves without a word.

“Did we order this?” I ask, confused.

“No. It’s for something else.”

“What?”

“A good luck tradition,” answers Kingston mysteriously.

That’s when I notice we aren’t the only ones who are served ice cream.

“I’ll tell you when it’s time,” says Kingston, drawing me back to his chest. “Until then, enjoy.”

“How much longer?” I huff in anticipation.

“One more minute to go.”

The blood begins to pump faster in my veins with the adrenaline. The highlights of this year flash in my mind. All the goals I accomplished. Quitting my job, starting my own business, coming on this solo trip, and taking a step to fix my relationship with my mother.

Even so, nothing beats meeting Kingston and how he flipped my life upside down in the best and most unforgettable way possible.

The countless memories he’s given me that I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.

His infectious smirks, his mischievous yet domineering intensity, and his way of making me feel at the top of the world. His little gestures of holding my hands whenever we’re in public, making sure I’m fed, listening to me when I go on my silly monologues, fulfilling my wishes before I can say them, and always making me smile and laugh.

I could go on and on about how perfect he is.

I never feel more complete than when I am with him.

Especially with his arms around me and his scent in my lungs. Kingston lights up my world just the way the fireworks are lighting up the sky.

“Ten.”

The countdown begins.

“Nine.”

Everybody joins.

“Eight.”

I enthusiastically chant too.

“Seven.”

Kingston’s soft breath teases my neck as he props his chin there.

“Six.”

My fingers flex between his and I bring our joined hands up to my chest.

“Five.”

My heart pounds harder behind my ribs.

“Four.”

Electricity buzzes in the air as the moment the clock strikes twelve nears. I’m unable to sit still, making Kingston chuckle low.

“Three.”

My stomach flips while my eyes become enchanted by so many colors.

“Two.”

Time slows down as I turn around in Kingston’s embrace and kneel as I peer into the eyes of the man who’s become my everything.

“One.”

“Happy New Year, King,” I whisper at the same time he utters, “Happy New Year, Twinkle.”

I crush my lips against his and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow. He yanks me flush against his body as I loop my arms around his neck. I pour every single emotion he ignites inside my chest into the passionate kiss.

Our tongues stroke each other’s hungrily and I swallow the rough sound he makes in the back of his throat. Tilting my head with a fist in my hair, he deepens the kiss and after tasting me once, wrenches his mouth away.

I chase his lips, greedy for more, but his grip stops me.

There’s lust and adoration in his soft expression when I raise my gaze. Caressing my cheekbone, he whispers, “Look at the sky, darling.”

When I look over my shoulder, my breath catches in my throat because a second later, my name illuminates the cloudy sky in beautiful glimmering letters.

Twinkle.

My Star.

“Oh my God,” I gasp. Tears well in my eyes. I stare, unblinking, willing my heart to stop somersaulting until the letters blur into the clouds. A surreal feeling courses through me. Ever so slowly, I face Kingston and ask, “Was this the surprise?”

He returns a breathtaking smile and brushes his lips over mine. “I had to make my woman’s New Year’s special.”

I can no longer hold back the tears of utter happiness and fullness. I don’t even care if I’m ruining my makeup or appearing silly as I say, while saltiness runs down my cheek, “I love it so much, King. It’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you.”

He brushes his fingers over my cheeks and gives me the sweetest kiss that I feel to the tip of my toes. He pours all the unsaid feelings into it, making me shiver.

Our foreheads touch as we pull apart and simply share the same air.

The closeness makes me want to freeze time.

After a beat, he shares, “There’s one more thing.”

“What?” I pause, rubbing my palm up and down his chest.

“The ice cream.” His lips tilt into a smirk. “Still curious about the tradition.”

“Yes.”

“Come on.” Lifting me from his lap, he stands and offers me his hand.

I take it and he tugs me onto my feet. As he bends to grab the slightly melted ice cream in the bowl, I notice the group of people gathered in the corner. I’m unable to make out what they’re doing and it piques my interest.

Kingston and I bridge the distance. Through a gap, we join the front of the circle and what I see on the floor makes my eyes go round in bewilderment.

“Is this the tradition?” I ask Kingston in disbelief, because there’s no way dumping ice cream on the ground is one.

A booming laugh leaves his mouth at my expression, and he gives a goofy smile. “I know it’s silly, but it’s meant to bring good luck.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No. I’m not.” Pulling me in front of him, his heat covers my back, and he hands me the bowl. “It’s no different than blowing a candle on a birthday cake as you make a wish.”

“A few of my wishes have come true,” I tell him.

“Do this too, and the others would come true. You spill half and then I’ll go.”

“Okay.” I tilt the bowl until some of the ice cream falls off. It’s kind of fun to watch it land below. I tilt it once more before passing the bowl to Kingston to finish the rest.

“Now… wasn’t it fun?” he teases afterward as we leave the group to let someone else take our spot.

“It was.” I nod, grinning, and clutch his biceps. “Any other traditions?”

“No.” His palms rest on my ass possessively. “Maybe we can make one of our own.”

“Like?”

“You and I celebrating every New Year’s together?”

“On one condition.” His gaze turns primal at my sultry tone.

“Anything, darling.”

I stretch on my toes and kiss the base of his throat, making his fingers dig into my flesh roughly. “You fucking me into oblivion right after midnight.”

“Why do you think I booked us a room here?”

Desire pools in my belly and I arch a brow. “Then what are we waiting for?”