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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 70

“Oh, God.”

Mitch stepped forward and planted a foot between John’s open legs. He used the toe of his boot to nudge John’s balls. A pearl of precum pulsed out of John’s dick and landed on the shiny black leather.

Lowering his voice, Mitch growled, “Lick it off.”

And to Mitch’s surprise, John took hold of the boot and brought his face down to it. The sight of John’s pink tongue lapping at the black leather aroused Mitch to a fever pitch.

“Now take it off.”

Again, John obeyed, looking up at Mitch, silently asking if he should also take off the sock.

Mitch gave a single nod.

“Sniff it. Get that toe funk into your lungs.”

John whimpered. He lifted the sock to his nose and took in several deep sniffs.

Mitch swapped feet and presented John with the other boot. “Take it off.”

John deposited the first boot and sock on the floor at the far side of the bed and got to work on the other boot.