Chapter Thirty-One – NOW

 

“Oh, my god,” I breathe.

“Momma, look!  It’s so pretty,” Matilda says.

“Wow,” Celia gapes.

“Better than I thought,” Kyle grunts.

We landed at Toronto Pearson International Airport at ten a.m., and then rented a car to drive the ninety minutes to the Marriott.  We checked in, got the card to our room, and we’ve just walked through the door.  Our two-bedroom, two-bathroom suite has panoramic views of the Falls.  It’s absolutely breathtaking.  I could sit by the windows all day, just watching the water gushing over the ledges below us.

“Such a beautiful location,” Celia mentions as she moves through the suite, admiring the view of the Falls from every angle. 

There’s only one thing shadowing my happiness.  It’s been two weeks since we put an offer on the house, and we haven’t heard back from Melissa yet.  I contemplated calling her last week, but I ignored the urge.  I refuse to believe we won’t get it, but I also reasoned with myself if she hasn’t called by the end of our vacation, I’ll reach out.

As if summoned by my thoughts, my phone vibrates in my pocket.  I check the screen and see Melissa’s name.  I spin around to Kyle, giving him wide eyes, and mouthing ‘Melissa’ while pointing at my phone.

“Hello,” I say, fighting the nerves in my stomach.

“Hi, Olivia, it’s Melissa from Greenwich Realtors. How are you?”

“Good, thanks, Melissa. How are you?”

“I’m great!  Sorry I haven’t been in contact with you, but I have great news.  Your offer has been accepted on the house.  Congratulations!”

“Oh, my gosh. Really?”

“Yes, really.”  She laughs.

“I’m so excited!”

“That’s fantastic.  Now, our next step is to organize an inspection.  You can book someone if you have a preference, or we can use our usual guy from A-One Homes.  They’re great guys, very professional and thorough.”

“Yes, that’s sounds great. I’m actually on vacation until next week,” I say.

“That’s fine. I can organize it, or we can wait until you come home.”

“If you don’t mind getting the ball rolling?”

“Absolutely.  I’ll keep you update via email, so as not to disturb your vacation.”

“Thanks, Melissa.”

I end the call and squeal, jumping up and down on the spot in excitement.  “They accepted our offer!”

“Woohoo!” Kyle shouts, picking me up and spinning me around.  “Good news, baby.”  He kisses me wildly as I laugh with glee.

 

The next day we make our way down to the hotel restaurant to meet my family.  I see my sister first and I go to her, hugging her tightly. 

“I missed you, Breanna,” I say truthfully.

“I’ve missed you, too.” 

She looks good, and similar to me.  We both have the same slender build and blonde hair, although hers has honey highlights, and her skin is tanned from all the Tuscany sun she’s been getting.

I re-introduce her to Kyle and Celia, and she gives Matilda a big hug before leading us in the direction of the table where everyone else is seated.

My parents, David and Julia, are seated side by side, and across from them are my brothers, Thomas and John.  Breanna’s husband, Michael is on my father’s left.  I hug each of them and then re-introduce them to Kyle and Celia.  My parents have met them before, but my siblings haven’t – at least not properly. The last time would have been Brant’s funeral.

“How have you guys been?  How’s Australia?  And Germany?” I ask my brothers.  Thomas moved to Australia four years ago with his job, and John’s been in Germany with his job for the past three years.  Before that, he was based out of South Korea.

“It’s great.  Hot at the moment since it’s Summer,” Thomas replies.  The boys look so much like my dad – both tall and lean with light brown hair and square jaws.  Us girls look exactly like my mom, though her blonde hair is peppered with grey these days.

“Germany’s good.  Thinking about transferring to Japan within the next year,” John says. 

“Wow, that sounds exciting.”

“How’s Italy, Bre?  One day we’ll have to come and visit,” I mention.

“It’s so beautiful, Liv.  Every gorgeous postcard you’ve seen is completely accurate.  We love it there.”

“Liv told us you’re an instructor at an Academy of some sort, Kyle.  What do you do exactly?” my dad asks.

“I’m an Instructor at the Greenwich Basic Combat Training Academy, so I put recruits through their paces, make sure they’re mentally, physically, and emotionally tough enough to survive the Army,” he replies, earning a respectful nod from everyone around the table.

The conversation flows smoothly and easily through dinner and the drinks that follow.  Matilda loves the attention showered on her from her aunt, uncles, and grandparents, and my dad takes a real liking to Kyle, asking him questions about the Army and the Academy.  Celia and my mom chat together, finding they have a lot in common, and I love hearing my sister’s stories about the beauty of Italy.

When we get back to our suite it’s after ten and Matilda’s asleep before I can change her into her pajamas.  I tuck her into bed, say goodnight to Celia, and then have a shower.  When I come out, Kyle is standing by the window in our room, looking over the Falls below.  He’s got one hand tucked in the front pocket of his jeans and the expression on his face is pensive.

“Everything okay?”

He turns at my question and his eyes light, seeing me with only a towel wrapped around me.

“Come here, Liv,” he orders huskily.  I move to him without hesitation.  When I’m in his secure arms, he tugs at the towel and it falls to the floor.  “I want to fuck you against this window while you’re staring out at the Falls.”

My breath catches. “Yes please,” I whisper.

He spins me around and places his hand in the middle of my back, pushing me forward slightly until the cool glass bites into my naked skin.  I gasp and then his hand moves down my spine and over the curve of my ass before dipping between my thighs.  He glides a finger back and forth through my slit, spreading the wetness over my swollen clit.  Then he pushes a finger inside and I moan, tilting my ass up for better access.  My sharp puffs of breath fog the glass in front of me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Liv,” he whispers against the skin of my neck before sucking the sweet spot softly.  My nipples pebble as tremors run through my body as he continues to expertly finger fuck me.

“Please,” I beg on a hitched breath.  “Fuck me.”

I hear his zipper come down and seconds later his hard cock is pressing against the small of my back.  I go up on my toes and tilt my ass further back as he bends his knees and lines his cock up.  Then he thrusts inside, filling me completely in one sharp motion that has my breath leaving me a rush.

“Yes,” I moan, dropping my head forward until it rests on the glass.

He grips my hips before pulling back and thrusting forward to sink inside of me again.  He fucks me hard and deep, fast and fierce.  He controls my body with only his hands on my hips.  Pushing me forward and slamming me back on to his cock.  My ass slaps against his pelvis.  His balls rock against my clit.  His grunts of pleasure skate across my neck.  My whimpered moans are lost to the window.  My body begins to coil. My calves start to burn from being on my tip-toes.  My knees start shaking and my entire body clenches from the inside out.

“I’m going to…” I manage to whisper but my words are cut off by the overwhelming orgasm that rocks through my body.  I bite down on my knuckle to stop from crying out.  Kyle keeps fucking me, prolonging my release as he chases his own.  Then his movements falter as he thrusts one, twice, three more times before stilling with a guttural groan as he pulses inside me.

“Oh, my god,” I breathe as he slowly glides in and out of me, draining every last tremor from our bodies.

I open my eyes and realize I never got to admire the view because they were shut the entire time.  We’ll have to do it again… and again before our vacation ends.