Page 37 of Bone Garden
I was ready to go home … my forever home.
Six Months Later
Ipulled out of Gabe and flopped down on the bed beside him. Gabe rolled onto his back and put his hand on his chest as if it would help him catch his breath. I curled up against him and nuzzled my masked and hooded head against his arm.
“I love you, Dusty boy,” Gabe said. He rolled toward me and squeezed me in his arms.
I smiled at the spoken sentiment and licked the stubble on his face with my rough, flat tongue barbell. Over the months, we’d joked and called it my puppy tongue. I didn’t anticipate Gabe to be as excited about it as he had been, but he’d gone through the roof when I licked his balls or shaft with it.
As I expected, my puppy knot had taken our sex to a whole different level. Turns out that Gabe absolutely loved to be woken up in the morning with his puppy on top of him. We had waited seven weeks after the procedures before I attempted to wake him up and pin him down with the knot. Most of our mornings started like this, and both of us couldn’t be happier.
Last night and into the early morning, we had a wild series of thunderstorms. Lightning lit up our room while thunder rolled for what seemed like hours. There was a lot of wind too, which made the rain sound like tons of pebbles hitting the glass. The sun tried to peek through some clouds as the mid-morning hours turned to late morning.
I sat by the patio door admiring all of the puddles that had formed outside. I longed to run outside and splash in them. I smiled and looked down at my knees; no pain or strain on them at all. I loved it.
Gabe appeared beside me and placed his hand on my head. I leaned against his leg and rubbed the side of my face against his pants.
“The garden is a mess,” Gabe commented. I glanced over at the remains of the white flowers. Gabe loved the garden and had a bench that he would sit on and read the paper while I sucked on him. “I’ll get some new flowers next weekend, and you can watch me work on it.”
I loved being in the yard with Gabe, and I nuzzled my head against his leg again.
“You want to go play in those puddles, don’t you, Dusty boy?”
I sat up and put my hand on the glass door so he knew I wanted to go outside.
“Okay, boy. Stay away from the pool. Go play in the puddles. I’m going to go get some more coffee and will bring out some bubble bath to put in your outdoor tub. Then I’ll clean you off outside before we come in. Sound like a plan?”
I nodded and tapped the glass again.
“Okay, stay away from the pool. I’ll be right there.”
Gabe opened the patio door for me, and I took off for the largest puddle on the grass and slid through it on my belly. I saw my blue ball sitting in the center of a puddle near the garden. The ground was so slick, and it was a little difficult to get my footing, but once I did, I went running through another puddle toward my ball. One of my knees knocked the ball out of the puddle and into the garden.
Since the garden looked destroyed from the storm last night, I didn’t see the harm in going to retrieve my ball. My knee instantly sunk into the soft soil. The ground in the garden was much softer than the grass was. As I crept along toward the ball, my knee hit something hard, causing me to stop. Was it a sprinkler pipe maybe? I slowly dug, pushing the soil and mud to the side, uncovering torn burlap and bones. As I backed up to look at what lay before me, my foot sunk into the soil and hit something that felt similar to the bone my knee had brushed against. I dug at the soil around it and discovered more burlap with another set of bones. Given the length of the bones, I knew they were from a human.
What the hell?
“Come here, Dusty boy. You shouldn’t play in the garden.”
Alarmed by the closeness of Gabe’s voice, I whipped my head in his direction. He didn’t look mad, but … what the fuck was this?
“What … what happened?” I asked.
Gabe walked over and crouched in front of me. He unbuckled my hood and mask and removed them, then he crushed his lips against mine.
“They weren’t perfect like you.”
