Two Hot Kisses by St. John Yahrah

Author:St. John, Yahrah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Brandon watched as Sasha sashayed toward him in the hall. She’d removed her leather jacket. Now, the ruched top only accented her small but round breasts while the layered miniskirt added to her curves. She looked every bit the posh artist he knew she aspired to be. She just had to believe in herself, and if he had any role in her life beyond tonight, it would be to show Sasha how much more she could be.

“Here you are,” she said loudly over the blare of old-school nineties R & B music before handing him a bright red Solo cup with a flourish. “Drink up, but I warn you it packs a punch.”

“I can handle it.”

Famous last words.

Because no sooner than he’d taken an enormous gulp, Brandon began hacking up a lung, which made Sasha howl with laughter.

“Hey, I don’t feel the love,” he said once he sufficiently recovered.

“I warned you, didn’t I? You should have listened.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He sat the drink down and then removed his coat and cardigan, tossing them both on a living room sofa against the wall. “Care to dance.” He inclined his head to the floor filled with couples jumping up and down to “Hip Hop Hooray” by Naughty by Nature.

“Sure.” Sasha gulped down the remainder of her drink and took his hand.

Brandon carved out a spot for them by elbowing his way through the crowd to the center. Once there, they joined in the fun. The old songs continued with “This Is How We Do It,” “Hot in Herre,” “In da Club,” “Yeah!” and “Where the Party At.” Eventually, the tempo slowed and Brandon found himself and Sasha moving closer to bump and grind to Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing,” Prince’s “Do Me, Baby,” and Ginuwine’s “Pony.”

The floor was packed, which made Sasha move closer until her face was so close and her lips were inches away from Brandon’s. When he kissed her earlier, it had been completely spontaneous because he’d been caught up in the moment; but if he kissed her now, it wouldn’t be random.

He could feel the stiff points of her nipples against him begging for his attention. And her scent wrapped around him, hurtling Brandon back to that subway platform when all he’d heard was the beat of his own thumping heart instead of the steel drums. He was ready to put himself and Sasha out of their misery when fate interrupted the moment.

Sasha’s friend yelled out, “It’s almost time.” She lowered the music and turned on the television so they could watch the ball drop in Times Square.

The announcer started the countdown. Brandon turned to Sasha so they could yell in unison. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 ...”

Brandon and Sasha didn’t make it to number 1. Instead, their mouths fused just before the stroke of midnight. An all-consuming heat entered Brandon as Sasha matched him, pressing her body close. Brandon’s tongue swept inside and sought hers, hot and demanding, and she responded willingly. Sasha clutched at his shirt as if she too was greedy and never wanted the kiss to end.

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