Summer's Lease

On his first night renting a cottage on the Cornish coast, widower John Tennant comes face to face with, of all things, a grizzly bear. Fearing for his life, John tries to convince the animal he isn't worth eating, and is relieved when the bear ambles away. Maintenance man Mitch Benjamin is two hundred years old but doesn’t look a day over forty. As a werebear, he needs to stay under the radar. The new renter is making that difficult. Not only is John attractive, but his vulnerability triggers all of Mitch’s protective instincts. If that wasn’t trouble enough, Mitch is struggling with his inner bear’s desire to befriend John. He knows what his bear is up to, but Mitch doesn’t want another mate. His last one was murdered ninety years ago, and he’s still grieving. John is confused by Mitch’s mixed signals. Physically, Mitch -- with his bulging muscles and hulking frame -- is a gay man’s wet dream come true. But emotionally, he keeps closing down. John discovers more comfort with the magnificent grizzly bear he occasionally meets on his evening walks along the beach. In an effort to help, Morwenna, the owner of the cottages, uses her psychic gifts to give John a message from his dead lover, George. Far from helping, it adds another layer of strangeness to what’s already turning out to be the strangest summer John can remember. Can a well-meaning medium and a determined grizzly bring John and Mitch together? Will Mitch come clean about his werebear nature? If he does, can John accept that a man and bear exist in the same body?

Drew Hunt · LGBT+

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90 Chs

Chapter 9

Blindly, his face still rubbing in Mitch’s chest hair, John undid and pulled down his trousers and underpants.

“Need you,” John said, kissing and licking Mitch’s left tit.

“Got me,” Mitch groaned, applying pressure to the back of John’s head.

John needed more. He needed Mitch’s dick. Reluctantly pulling away from the heaven that was Mitch’s chest, John worked at the man’s belt, finally managing to unbuckle it.

Mitch lifted his bottom off the bed enough for John to slide the man’s coarse denim jeans down the powerful thighs. John spent a moment admiring the amazing strength that those limbs must possess. But like a siren, Mitch’s dick kept calling to him and he could ignore its entreaties no longer.

John gave his undivided attention to the monument to masculinity that stood, large and proud, in front of him. Without a doubt, it was the biggest and most beautiful dick he’d ever seen. His mouth watered and his hands shook. He needed to taste and touch that dick.

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