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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 87

“I thought he’d never let me out,” Mitch said a minute later, stretching out on the blanket. He was, of course, naked. There hadn’t been room in the basket for clothes.

Mitch had also thought that if John got to see his muscles in full daylight, it might be another reason for him to stick around once the summer was over.

“Sandwich?” John said, offering him one.

“Thanks.”

“Odd that Teddy didn’t want one.”

“Why did you feed him my crisps?” Mitch asked through a mouthful of bread and ham.

“Morwenna was right about you,” John said, grinning at him.

Mitch remembered the conversation in her kitchen on that fateful day—the day he’d discovered Ben was still with him through John.

Mitch swallowed his mouthful of food. He needed to say this before he chickened out, again.

“John, I…”

“You know, it’s very difficult for me to hold a real conversation with you when all your beautiful bits are on display like that.”

“John, please.” Mitch wasn’t in the mood for humour. Not yet at least.