Forever Mine (Roommate Duet 0.5)(33)

“As if you could take me, little bro.” For a moment, we look at each other, and I know he’s going to be okay. I give him a head nod before wheeling my bag across the sidewalk and enter the airport. I’m doing this. I’m really doing this.





I manage to stay awake the entire flight, and when the plane touches down at LaGuardia Airport, I can barely contain myself. After I grab my bags and make my way outside, I realize I’m smiling like an idiot. Before I can figure out where I’m supposed to go, Savannah comes skipping toward me wearing dance tights under her shorts and T-shirt. I manage to just catch her when she leaps into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as I hold her, digging my nose into her hair and inhaling.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I tell her as her feet touch the ground. When our eyes meet, she’s got the biggest smile on her face. I’m so fucking happy she’s here. There was a strong possibility she’d be held over at practice because she has a show that opens in a few weeks.

“I missed you too!”

“Can’t believe you made it on time,” I say, wrapping my arms around her body.

She nods and looks up into my eyes, and my lips gently swipe against hers, stealing a kiss. My movements are slow and calculated, and I want to get lost in her. I’ve counted down the days to when I could do this very thing again. People pass us on the sidewalk as we’re consumed with each other. Becoming more greedy, our kiss deepens, and we breathlessly force ourselves to pull apart.

“I’m so glad you’re finally here. Feels a little surreal,” she tells me as I grab my suitcases and follow her to the bus stop.

“Me too.” I chuckle.

While we wait for the bus to arrive, she hands me a Metrocard.

“You’re gonna need this. It’s your New York car keys,” she explains and laughs when I give her a puzzled look. A moment later, the bus pulls up.

After fifteen minutes, we’re dropped off at a subway location. Carrying my suitcase up and down stairs is hell as I follow Savannah toward the boarding area for the train. While we wait, I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me. She melts into my body.

“You know where we’re going?” I ask as we stand on the platform and watch a train pass us by.

“I have the rail system memorized. Ten years of not driving anywhere helps.” She squeezes my hand. “Don’t worry. You’ll eventually get used to it.”

“That’s encouraging.” I grin because right now I’m confused as hell, and I know the look on my face says as much.

We step on the subway after hordes of people rush off. Savannah lives close to the Theater District, so we have to stay on for the next ten stops. Eventually, we offload and walk up more stairs until we’re above ground and standing on a busy sidewalk. Five blocks later, we finally arrive at Savannah and Donny’s building—my new home. Donny wanted to give me and Savannah more privacy living together, so he took over a lease from one of their theater friends who’s traveling the world for a show. Just so happens, his new apartment is in the same building, which is full of actors apparently. He’s pretty excited about being neighbors, has already planned for us to hang out several times a week, and the thought makes me laugh.

When Savannah turns and looks at me, I can tell she’s nervous. I shoot her an encouraging grin.

“I don’t want you to hate it here,” she admits as we make our way up the three flights of stairs. She warned me about there not being an elevator before I arrived, so it doesn’t take me by surprise.

“As long as I’m with you, I’m happy, Sav,” I tell her, knowing nothing else matters. She unlocks the door and steps aside to allow me in. I look around, and a wide smile fills my face. Photos from the different shows she’s performed in are hung on the walls around the apartment. There are a ton of pictures of Donny and her together throughout the years. The space is cozy and perfect and everything I imagined it’d be. It’s very Savannah, and I love it.

She watches me intently as I look around. Soon, my eyes meet hers, and Savannah lets out a sigh. “So! Thoughts?” she asks, impatiently.

I close the space between us and rest my hands on her hips as she tilts her head up at me, eagerly waiting for a response.

“It feels like home, Sav.”

When our lips touch, want and need courses through me. If her desperate moans are any indication as our tongues twist together, she feels it too. Moments later, Savannah leads us to the bedroom and begins unbuttoning my shirt. As I peel her clothes from her body, she giggles.

“What?” I shoot her a smile, brushing my lips against the softness of her neck.

“I’ve dreamed about this moment for so damn long,” she breathlessly admits as she shimmies out of her clothes and tights. Standing in front of me wearing nothing more than a smile, I take in all her perfect curves.

“Fuck,” I whisper, laying her on the bed and moving her ass to the edge so I can taste her. I drop to my knees, ready to feast.

I watch as Savannah holds the comforter with white knuckles as she sinks onto my tongue. Needy moans escape her as I devour her sweet pussy, flicking against her clit. As she writhes under my touch, I try to give her everything she needs. She begs for more, her breasts rising and falling, and I know her cup is ready to fill and tip over. Her back arches, and I insert a finger, then another, until she crumples, losing herself in the orgasm that quickly overtakes her.