by JD Chambers
Once everything is ready, he straightens up and turns.
“Strip,” he commands and my dick goes instantly hard. I also do exactly as he says.
“You’ve had a long day, so I’m going to give you a bath and put you to bed. Do you want me to stay or do you want to me go on home?”
“Stay,” I say, stepping carefully into the tub and sinking into the bubbles. “I can be brave and do all this on my own another night.”
“Someday, when you’re ready, Puppy, I’m never going to have to leave your place to return to mine. They’re going to be the same.”
“I only signed a three-month lease, you know. So, I hope you were serious about keeping me.” I duck below the bubbles, a sudden bout of nerves making me worry that he’s going to tell me he’s changed his mind.
When I rise, covered in bubbles, Arthur leans forward and swipes them from my face, then dips two fingers into the foam and deposits it on the tip of my nose.
“I’m keeping you forever, Puppy. Forever and always.”
I wriggle my nose until the bubbles fall away. “I guess I’ll keep you too, then, Hulk.”
“Awfully kind of you.”
“It’s the least I can do. You’ve got to have some place to keep your popsicles.”
Arthur’s laughter rings like bells in the bathroom, and I realize the echoing laughter is my own.
“I hope there’s room for you to also keep my heart.”
“Wow, that was cheesy.”
“Well your hole does stretch amazingly wide, so there’s got to be room.”
“Just stop. You are so bad,” I say, flicking soap bubbles at his head, but he ducks out of the way.
“Nope. Not until you tell me you love me too. Or else I’ll get mad.”
“And I wouldn’t like that?” I giggle.
“Smash,” he growls.
“Woof,” I respond.
“Woof,” Arthur agrees.
Epilogue
Three Months Later - Arthur
Puppy’s First Mosh. I feel like that could really be Hallmark’s next big event. Photo albums. Christmas ornaments. Greeting cards.
Or maybe it’s just a big deal to me because I’m nervous as fuck. Dave’s excited. We went shopping for special shoes that are for wrestling so that he would be comfortable, and ended up getting him a singlet, knee pads, and gloves for his hands. Probably the strangest combination of items the checkout clerk at the sporting goods store had ever seen, unless he was also into kink. I almost threw in some rope, just to see if he’d react, but their rope wasn’t very soft, so it would have been a waste of money.
The mosh is hosted by the Denver club, so it’s not a sexual event. Just a fun time when the puppies can get together and wrestle and play. My job is more important, because I have to watch out for Blue, make sure he stays hydrated, make sure he’s not getting hurt, and make sure he’s having fun. Add onto that the worry that all the wrestling might set off a panic attack, and you have one very nervous Arthur.
It’s been months since Dave’s had a panic episode, but we still have to be aware. But if he wasn’t doing so well, he wouldn’t have even suggested we attend the club’s winter mosh. Dave has come so far in such a short time, and I couldn’t be more proud of him. I’m in awe every day of his strength and his bravery.
In less than a month, it will mark the one-year anniversary of the first day we met. The first day I called him Puppy. And at the end of the month, it marks the end of his three-month lease, and he’s already given notice to his apartment manager that he won’t be renewing. My puppy is finally coming home for good.
I try to push all that from my mind as the hotel bathroom door opens and my beautiful man exits. We got a hotel room so that we could immediately rest, or continue a different kind of playtime, as soon as possible without having to drive back home.
The spandex stretches across his torso and clings to his thighs, outlining his half-hard cock in extreme detail. He put on a show tail for comfort, and he holds his hood and his collar in his hand. It’s a plain nylon collar and not his usual one, because for the mosh he can’t have anything that could hurt someone while they’re tumbling around.
“Want me to put it on you?” I ask him and he nods. I love that even after all this time, and as many times as we’ve done it, he still prefers for me to be the one to put his collar on.
My fingers graze his skin when I fasten the collar, and he shivers as I run my fingers farther up his neck and smooth them across his jaw. I kiss just below his earlobe on one side and then the other, alternating sides until I get to the barely there divot in his chin. His breath is warm against the bridge of my nose, and I trace the outline of his lips with the tip of my nose. He gasps and I close the gap, capturing his lips with mine.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. This is going to be so much fun.” My puppy’s tail already wags behind him, and I try to focus on the task at hand, but it’s difficult with such an enticing view.
I grab my duffel bag full of supplies and we head to the elevator and the third-floor ballroom where the mosh is taking place. He doesn’t have his gloves on yet, so I lace my fingers with his, letting everyone in the room know the second that we enter, this beautiful puppy is mine.
There are around a dozen pups of all shapes and sizes and colors romping around as we enter the room. The middle area is left open with some chairs lining the walls. There are water stations and quiet zones. And lots of toys. Blue scoots closer to me and I give him a pet behind his neck.
Leading him to one of the rows of chairs, I take a seat and pull him into my lap.
“This is only for fun, Blue,” I say as he twists his hood in his hands. “If you’re not having fun, we won’t stay. You do as much or as little as you want. If anyone makes you uncomfortable, I’m right here. Look at me and I’ll be by your side in a flash. Got it?”
I help him get his hood on, then his gloves, and give him a final kiss on the back of his neck before sending him off to play. At first, Blue sits back on his haunches and watches the others, but before long, a cute freckled pup in a brown and black hood approaches him.
The other pup leans down on his front paws and wags his tail. He scoots closer and closer to Blue until they are inches from each other. Blue stays still as the other dog leans in and nudges his shoulder with his head, until finally Blue nudges back. The other puppy gives a happy bark, and Blue echoes it. The puppy scampers away for about a foot, looks back to see that Blue isn’t following, and bounces back toward Blue. He repeats the process several times until Blue finally follows him into a circle with a couple of pups.
They bounce and play, wrestling with each other, and Blue wags his tail but doesn’t join in. The puppy that first approached him nudges a ball his way and Blue nudges it back. It goes back and forth until the other puppy decides to pounce on it. At first, I think Blue is going to give up, but the puppy looks at him and barks. Blue pounces, and they wrestle, one pup trying to keep the ball, the other trying to get it. Another pup joins in, and soon it’s a giant tangle of puppy limbs and tails and happy barks.
At one point, I try to call Blue over to give him some water, but he’s having too much fun playing to listen. I’ve seen a few handlers enter the puppy mosh and it never ends well for them. The pups love it, though. But I need to make sure he’s staying safe, so I enter the fray and grab one end of the rope toy that Blue is playing with.
“Are you being a bad dog and ignoring me?” I say, giving the rope a gentle tug.
Blue’s eyes widen. I’m not surprised he didn’t hear me call him, but he seems to suddenly come back into himself. At least until I give another tug, and his eyes sparkle with mischief.
“Grrr,” he says, getting down low to the ground and wagging his whole body as he tries to tug the rope away from me.
I play the game for a few seconds, he’s too gorgeous when he’s happy not to, but then I drop the rope. “I guess if you’re not going to be a good boy, you won’
t get a treat.”
Blue pauses as he obviously mentally weighs the pros and cons of doing what he’s told, then finally drops the rope.
“Who’s a good boy? You are. Yes, you are.” I kneel down to give him scritches on his back, when suddenly a heavy weight from the side knocks me flat on my back and I’m surrounded by pups trying to sniff or lick me. I laugh and give as many pets and scratches as I can reach, before I’m able to sit back up. Blue sits in front of me, growling low.
“Don’t be jealous, Blue. You’re my one and only puppy.”
Blue gives my cheek a lick and follows me out of the mosh pit. I feed him a protein snack treat and some water from a squirt bottle that I brought, letting him remove his hood and cool off for a bit before returning to the fun.
In bed that evening, after showing Dave exactly how amazing he is in several different positions, I crawl into bed after grabbing a towel for cleanup. Dave has already fallen asleep, which isn’t surprising given his busy day. I try not to disturb him as I slip behind him and slide my arm into place across his chest, but he wakes enough to lift my hand to his lips for a kiss before tightening it back around his body.
“Best day ever,” he whispers and snuggles back into me.
“Challenge accepted.” I place a kiss on the tip of his ear before laying my head on the pillow and burying my face in his hair.
Dave rolls over, only a faint glint of light from the window reflecting off his deep brown eyes. “I guess that means you’re keeping me?” he whispers and the words soak into my lips like a kiss.
“You bet your sweet tail I am.”
Acknowledgments
Over the past couple of months, I’ve been wondering why I kept writing. Only with You was a passion project that I intended to write only for myself. But the more I started writing, the more stories filled my brain. It wasn’t until I heard from a reader about what Mal meant to them and their family that I realized the power and the trust that you give as readers. In a strange way, that has come to mean everything to me as a writer, more than numbers or rankings or stars ever could.
So usually here, I thank my LesCourt ladies (thank you!) and Garrett for her fabulous ability to capture my characters (he really is the Dave from my head), but this time I especially want to thank those of you who have ever taken the time to write me a note - in an email, posting on my FB page or group, or an instant message, however you’ve contacted me. You have no idea what those words mean or how much they keep me going when my perfectionist type-A brain is telling me to throw each draft out the window and never attempt to write again. So thank you, for continuing to encourage and inspire me on a daily basis. This book wouldn’t exist without you.
Also by JD Chambers
Only Colorado Series:
Only with You
Only See You
Only Need You
Only Need Blue - short story
Only Keep You
Ben and Jonathan’s story - Coming Summer 2018
Cameron, Jay, and Boone’s story - Coming Fall 2018
Short Story Series:
The Incredibly Raw Adventures of Sven and Victor
Paper Cup Beginnings
About the Author
JD Chambers wanted at various times to be Indiana Jones, Pat Benatar, and Wonder Woman when she grew up. She never considered writing down the stories she crafted in her head. They provided nothing more than entertainment for long drives or sleepless nights, until one particular story insisted it didn’t want to reside only in her noggin. She hasn’t stopped writing since.
JD finds unlikely heroes, humans courageous enough to be themselves, and spreadsheets incredibly sexy — the last one much to her husband’s chagrin. Together, they raise three teenagers and the world’s most mellow Chihuahua on the Oregon Coast.
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