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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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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+
Classificações insuficientes
90 Chs

Chapter 13

“Uh, okay, thanks,” John said, petting the cat, who started to purr loudly. “You are a sweet thing.” He scratched Boris’s chin.

Morwenna returned to the table holding a plate with several scones loaded with yellow cream. “You’ll have one, too, Mitch.” He knew it wasn’t a question.

“Any more of that liquorice stuff?” Mitch thought he might need it, even though John looked like he was ready to bolt. He felt conflicted about that.

“Yes, of course. Oh, that reminds me, I need to get some more milk the next time I go into town,” Morwenna said.

Mitch bit into a scone. It had a strange taste, but not unpleasant. John seemed to be having the same reaction.

Morwenna continued to keep the conversation going, even though neither Mitch nor John added much to it. Mitch didn’t know if it was just the power of suggestion, but felt the second glass of liquorice water was helping to quieten his bear’s urgings.