Chapter 28 Austin Graham

Down in the Basement Where Nobody Can Hear Us

Christmas Eve

When we both have our suitcases, she texts her dad to let him know she’s on her way out. I gently take Mia out of the stroller since she’s sleeping, and I press a kiss to her cheek before I hand her to Kelly. I close up the stroller and set it on top of my suitcase, and I roll my suitcase and Kelly’s out to the curb where her dad is waiting for us.

He looks downright shocked when he gets out of the car to help with her suitcase and he spots me.

We’ve met a couple times since her parents have been out to visit her and Mia, and he’s always struck me as a great guy who doesn’t seem to hate me.

“Austin, what are you doing here?” he asks, and he gives me a hug.

“I just ran into your daughter here at the airport,” I say with a shrug, and he laughs.

“Why do I feel like there’s more to that story?” he asks.

“There is, but we’ll tell you in the car,” Kelly says through chattering teeth. She straps Mia back into the car, and she slides into the backseat to give me the front as we load the suitcases into the trunk.

The heat is blasting out at us as we navigate toward her grandparents’ house, and we finally fill her dad in on what happened.

“She was hanging out at the gate after her flight was canceled,” I say. “Mine landed, and I spotted her there in the terminal, and somehow, even though my flight was delayed and I wasn’t even sure I’d make it here, we ran into each other.”

It sounds an awful lot like fate stepping in, as if we were meant to be able to spend Christmas together, and I’m so glad we didn’t miss each other.

We pull up to her grandparents’ house shortly after that, and Mia is still sleeping soundly—as are Kelly’s grandma and grandpa. Her mom is still awake, however, and she looks shocked to see me standing behind Kelly lugging two suitcases into the house.

“Austin?” she asks, and she stares at me as if she’s hallucinating—much like her daughter did when she first saw me.

“Hey, Mrs. K,” I say, and I abandon the suitcases in the entry to walk over and give her mom a hug.

“This is sure a surprise,” she says. “What are you doing here?”

We recount the story of the airport to her, too, and she just smiles warmly.

She squeezes my shoulder as she shakes her head. “Of course that’s how it happened. You two are just meant for each other, and I’m so happy it worked out so that you can spend the holiday with us.”

We chat a little longer in the entry, and when her parents seem like they’re ready to head up to bed, I ask, “Where can I find wrapping paper and supplies? I couldn’t bring wrapped presents on the plane, and I have a few things.”

Kelly glances over at me. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“They’re not for you,” I tease, and she giggles as she holds up both hands.

“All the stuff is down in the basement,” she says. “Let me get Mia up to her crib, and I’ll take you down and help.”

I raise a suggestive brow at her that only she catches, and she definitely gets my meaning.

We won’t be alone up in the room we’re sharing with Mia—if I’m even sleeping in that room. I don’t know the rules here in this house, though I assume that’s where I’ll be tonight. Regardless, the room is out with our daughter sleeping next to us.

But maybe down in the basement where nobody can hear us…

Okay, fine. Definitely down in the basement where nobody can hear us.

We head downstairs. The main section is furnished with a couch, a coffee table, and a television in a huge entertainment center, and a wall sections off an unfinished storage area. Against the far wall is a bar complete with a countertop and stools, and that's where I spot the supplies for wrapping gifts.

“I may or may not have been down here earlier using all this stuff, and Grandma told me to just leave it on the counter,” Kelly says. We walk over, and she shows me the supplies. She perches on one of the barstools, and I set the duffel bag packed with gifts onto the counter.

I move in between her legs and angle my head down so our eyes connect, and a heated moment passes between us. I wrap a hand around her neck and pull her in close as I drop my lips down to hers.

She pulls back a little, her eyes moving to mine. She draws in a deep breath and lets it go, and it’s as if she’s been holding onto that for some time. Her shoulders seem to relax as she says, “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

I lean my forehead to hers. “Do you need me to prove it?”

“If that means what I think it means, then yes.”

I shove my bag and the wrapping supplies out of the way and lift her off the stool to prop her onto the counter. A gasp escapes her at my sudden movement, and I move between her legs, one hand moving immediately up her shirt as my hand settles on her tit. My mouth moves to hers. She arches her back to push her tit into my hand, and her mouth is urgent on mine.

How did we go so goddamn long without this?

I reach between us to feel her pussy over the jeans she’s wearing, and I have to get her out of those. I need to taste her like I need to breathe.

I flick the button, and she holds on around my neck to lift her ass off the counter as I pull them down her legs along with her panties, stripping her bottom half bare. I shove her knees apart, bend down, and slide my tongue through her slit.

She’s so wet for me, and she tastes like pure heaven.

She moans as I tease her clit, circling my tongue around without sucking on it, and her hands find the back of my head. She holds me in place, encouraging me to continue what I’m doing as I lick my way through her slick folds.

She arches her back, and when I dip my tongue inside her, she starts to tremble.

She’s too high up on the counter for me to kneel, and I can’t keep this angle going for long, but fuck…I never want to stop tasting her. I hum against her pussy, and she widens her legs further as she starts to thrust.

God, I love her. She’s desperate for release, and she grinds her pussy against my face. I meet her thrusts, sucking and licking as she moans for more, and I pull back to slide my finger into her. I move to a stand, and I kiss her, swirling my tongue against hers. I shove two fingers into her and use my thumb to tease her clit as I pull back just enough to say, “Taste yourself on my tongue.”

I swirl my tongue against hers some more as I continue to finger her, and I can tell by the way she starts to claw desperately at my shoulders that she’s moments from falling apart.

I need to be inside her when she comes. I need to feel the way her pussy tightens over my cock as she takes every inch of me inside.

I pull my fingers out of her and lift her back onto the barstool to give me the right angle as she protests, and I yank my cock roughly from the confines of my jeans. I stroke it a few times, and she pulls off her shirt and bra, exposing those gorgeous tits for me as she sits naked on a barstool in this basement.

Jesus, she looks hot sitting there like that. I bend down to suck her nipple between my lips, and she groans as she reaches for the cock I’m still stroking. She bats my hand out of the way and uses both her hands to move up and down my shaft, and fuck, it feels good. Too good. So goddamn good that I’m going to come way too fast.

She hops off the stool, gets down onto her knees, and sucks my dick into her mouth. I reach down with both hands to tweak her nipples while she works me with her mouth, and the feel of her tits in my hands and her mouth on my cock is sheer perfection.

She swirls her tongue around the tip before she takes my length all the way to the back of her throat. She moans around my cock, like sucking on me is getting her off, too, and the vibration of her hum nearly sends me into my orgasm. She sucks as she moves her hands along my shaft, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I let go of her tits to hold onto the back of her head, and I thrust my hips so I bump the back of her throat on her way back down.

She moans again.

“You like that?” I mutter through the pleasure, my voice raspy and gritty as I clench my jaw and try to hold on for longer.

“Mm,” she murmurs around me, and then she pulls me out of her mouth and slides her tongue down my length toward my balls. She sucks them gently into her mouth one at a time, and fuck, that familiar fire rips along my spine, the signal that I’m not far.

She handles my cock in a way nobody else ever has, and I think it’s because she handles me in a way nobody else ever has. She’s gentle and loving, but she also knows how to put me in my place, and she knows how to fuck like an animal.

She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.

She licks up my shaft again, and then she moves to a stand.

“You’re not done,” I say, motioning to my rock-hard cock that’s begging for release.

“Neither are you.” She pushes my jeans all the way down, and I kick them off. She yanks my sweater off so we’re both naked, and then she pushes me onto the stool. She climbs on top of me and slowly slides her pussy down onto my cock, and she spins the seat of the stool so she can grip onto the countertop behind me for balance.

She bounces up and down my cock, and I grip onto her ass as I let her control our pace. Her tits are right in front of my face as she arches her back toward me, and I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I continue holding onto her ass with one hand, but I let the other inch over closer to her entrance. I press a finger to the tight ring, and she seems to lose all control as I feel the tightness of her ass along my finger. I’m sucking her nipple, she’s slamming down onto my cock, and I’m fingering her ass all at once, and it’s too many sensations.

I feel her body starting to tighten over me as her grinding becomes wild, and it’s enough to drive me to climax.

“Oh God, Aust—Austin!” she cries, and she buries her head into my shoulder, her nails digging into the flesh of my back as I continue moving my finger in and out of her ass in rhythm with the pace she’s setting.

“Yes, baby, come all over my cock,” I grit out, and my body lets go as she continues to slam down onto me. “Oh, fuck! I’m coming,” I grunt, and I erupt into her, filling her as our bodies continue to move together with this white-hot pleasure.

We’re both panting as we come down from the high of that climax, and she’s resting her head on my shoulder, her face turned into my neck as I ease my finger out of her ass. She leans forward to press a soft kiss to my neck, and I pull back a little so I can catch her lips with mine.

We kiss softly for a few beats in the quiet afterglow, our bodies sweaty but still connected, and eventually she lifts off of me.

“I thought you were going to pinch me to prove you were really here, not give me the hottest climax of my life,” she says as she gathers her clothes.

I laugh, and I’m not quite ready to move yet, but I know I need to. I force myself off the stool, and I give her ass a little pinch since she just requested it as I gather up my clothes, too.

Once we’re dressed, I grab her into my arms, and we just stand in the basement in a hug for a few quiet moments.

“I should probably get to wrapping,” I say.

She nods, and she perches back on the stool where we just fucked. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks…happy. And freshly fucked. And gorgeous.

I wash my hands in the sink at the bar, and then I pull the first gift out of the bag. I packed Kelly's gifts in my carry-on, so I don't have to worry about her finding them down here. I do, however, have to figure out when to wrap them.

“She is going to love that,” Kelly says as she eyes the stuffed girl pup from Paw Patrol . It's bigger than the one at Ellie’s house, but not so big that I couldn't bring it here to Chicago.

The jumbo one is back at my place.

So I may have gone a little overboard since there was only a handful of people I needed to shop for.

I take out the other gifts I brought with me and feel confident that Mia is going to love all of them.

There’s more upstairs in my suitcase. I wanted to bring something for Kelly’s parents and grandparents, too. I wasn't quite sure what to get them, so I ended up going the sentimental route, which was never the route I took in the past.

And now I can't wait for them to open their gifts and see the reaction to what's inside.

But most of all, I can't wait to finally ask Kelly the question I came here to ask.