Today I am so excited to welcome our wonderful Kris to Joyfully Jay. Kris is here wearing her Kris T. Bethke author hat and has come to share a “never written” scene from her latest release, Love at Roades End. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!

The Scene That Never Got Written.

Hey there! I’m so happy to be here today, hijacking the blog to bring you one of the scenes that I never wrote. When I first penned Love at Roades End, I had a word limit I couldn’t exceed. So I did my best to tell a short, concise, complete story. And that meant that several scenes I conceived of for the plot got cut even before they were written. Here’s one that takes place sometime after Sean and Hunter’s first weekend together, but before the final bit of the published story. Oh and just so you know, it’s NSFW. Enjoy!

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It was easier for me to make the drive than it was for Hunter. Not only was my schedule flexible, but I could work from anywhere. Hunter was tied to the inn, and he loved it, so I had no problem hopping in my hatchback and braving the weather to drive and hour and a half to see him. With each trip I made, the more I wanted to spend time with him.

Family obligations had kept me home the weekend before, so as early as I could on Friday, I was out the door and on the road. I didn’t even bother to warn Hunter I was coming, knowing he wanted to see me as badly as I wanted to see him. We hadn’t had snow in weeks, and the temperature was reaching toward fifty, so I had a pleasant drive and made good time. I arrived just before four and was greeted with a full parking lot.

I squeezed into a space in the far back corner, then grabbed my duffle and laptop while contemplating this interesting turn of events. Other than Valentine’s Day weekend, Hunter hadn’t had a full house in all the time I’d been visiting.

The memory hit me half way across the parking lot and I stopped dead as it surfaced. How could I be so dense? Hunter had told me about the first wine tour weekend, how it was such a big deal and every B and B and hotel in the area was booked to capacity. He’d told me how busy he’d be. He’d never said I shouldn’t visit, but he’d implied that he wouldn’t have much time for me. I’d been so anxious to see him, it never even crossed my mind.

I contemplated, for just a second, turning around and going home. But I was already here, and I couldn’t not see him. Besides, a little time with him late at night was better than nothing at all. I had enough work to keep me busy until he had time for me. Mind made up, I hitched my bag higher on my shoulder and rounded the front of the Victorian.

I always loved stepping inside, the atmosphere warm and homey. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, happy to be back, and then I walked toward the front desk. Hunter was checking in a couple, but when he caught sight of me, he faltered in his speech and his eyes got huge.

I gave him a little smile and a wave.

He sputtered for a second and then he regained his composure, once again focusing on the people in front of him. “I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here at Roades End Inn. Please don’t hesitate to let me know if there is anything you need.” He picked up the key and stepped around the desk, resolutely ignoring me. “If you’ll come with me, I’ll show you to your room.”

I leaned a little to watch him disappear up the stairs, but the guest blocked my view of his backside. Instead, I plopped my bag down and leaned against the chest high counter. Not even two minutes later, Hunter returned. He practically sprinted to me, and threw himself into my arms. I hugged him tightly, molding his body to mine, and tilted my head when he pressed his lips against my neck.

“What are you doing here?” he whispered fiercely. “I had no idea you were coming. It’s a very busy weekend and I—”

“Why are you whispering?” I cut him off in the same sort of stage whisper he was using. I used his sudden confusion to take a proper kiss, one that was all heat, and teeth and tongue, and had him panting against me.

“Sean,” he said softly, forcefully pushing away. He didn’t go far, just enough so that he was standing on his own. “I’m so happy to see you but I don’t…this weekend…there’s so much going on.”

I nodded and stepped back. “I know, babe. And I honestly forgot it was the big wine tour weekend. I just wanted to see you. I didn’t even think, just got in the car and drove here. But I won’t get in your way, okay? I’ll just drop my bag in your room and set up in the library. I’ll work while you’re working, and then when you go off duty, we’ll have dinner and whatever. How’s that sound?”

“Perfect,” he breathed. Then seemed to shake himself out of it. He wasn’t a particularly swoon-prone guy, but I had to admit, I was feeling smug for inspiring it. “Give me your bag and I’ll stow it away. You go get settled.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, leaning forward to kiss him again. He allowed it, and then pushed me away. I laughed, and we walked together as far as the library. I ducked through the doorway, and he continued down the hall to his little apartment off the back of the house.

It didn’t take me long to find a comfortable spot in one of the wingback chairs. The fireplace was empty, but it was finally warm enough not to need it. I tugged one of the side tables over so that I could work, and almost immediately got lost in the code.

I was so engrossed that I didn’t realize Hunter had returned until he stepped purposefully into my field of vision. I smiled at the glass of ice tea and plate of fruit, cheese, and crackers he held. He set them down on the coffee table, and then stepped around it to press against me for a moment. He bent down, kissed my ear, ran his fingers through my hair, and then just as I was starting to lean into him, he stepped away. I stared at his backside as he sauntered out of the library.

I stared at the doorway for a long moment before I was able to pull my head back to my work. I ate the food, and drank the tea, and even though I was working steadily adding new listings to the site, I kept glancing at the doorway. I knew Hunter was busy, but I kept expecting him to show up.

Just as I had given up hope and was almost entirely absorbed in my work again, Hunter walked in. He wasn’t alone however, and the elderly pair of ladies were just fawning over my beautiful boyfriend as he, apparently, gave them a tour. I did my best to pay attention to what he was saying, but the way his face lit up as he talked was too distracting. He always glowed when he was talking about the Inn, and I loved to see him full of passion. Without breaking his narrative, he swooped over toward me, picked up my empty plate and glass, and continued on with the tour. But not before he bent a little at the waist so I could not miss his delectable ass within touching distance.

I would have thought it was an accident, except for the fact that he managed to find an excuse to come talk to me several more times throughout the evening. Each time there was a lingering caress or a suggestive pose. He knew my hot buttons, and he didn’t seem to have a problem exploiting them. He kissed that spot behind my ear that made me shiver, but when I reached for him, he cried paperwork. Not too long after that, he returned and needed a book off the higher shelf for a guest, but instead of pulling over the step stool, he stood on his tiptoes and reached, stretching out his lean body and making his shirt ride up his torso. I had just stood up to go to him, pin him against the shelves and kiss him stupid, when he grabbed the book and hightailed it out of the room. When he ran in simply to grab my hair, pull my head back and kiss me hard, before running out again, I knew he was doing it on purpose.

The next time I was ready. He’d been suspiciously absent, and as eight o’clock rolled around, I knew he was purposefully waiting until he went off duty. At eight he placed the phone on the desk so guests could contact him if they needed and he retired to his apartment. So I shut down my laptop and packed it away, then waited for the clock to chime the hour.

Not two minutes later, Hunter came running through the door, and stopped dead when I wasn’t sitting where he expected. I shut the door behind him, twisting the old fashioned key that was always in the lock. Hunter let out a small shout of surprise, and he turned quickly. When he saw my face he trembled, his pupils dilated, and his breathing sped up.

“Sean,” he moaned, and didn’t even resist as I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and undid the snap and zipper. I pushed it all down, and his dick bobbed, half hard and getting harder. I seized his waist, and swung him around, nudging him toward the chair. He sat hard, and let out a tiny whimper as he spread his knees as far as he could.

I didn’t hesitate, didn’t play. He had me ramped up too far, and I wanted nothing more than to make him come, hard and fast. Since Hunter preferred to make it last, loved it when I sucked him slowly, this was both punishment and pleasure. I took his cock in my hand, pumped it twice, then dropped down over it until I could swallow the whole length. He shouted, then clapped one hand over his mouth, and gripped my hair with the other.

“Oh God.” His words were muffled. “Stop. Please. You gotta stop because I don’t…oh holy fuck! Sean please. I need…”

I pulled off his dick, sucking hard on the way up, then I swallowed and looked up at him. “I know what you need,” I growled, swooping back down to lick the end of his cock at the same time I pressed on the skin behind his balls. I kept the pressure up as I swallowed him down until he was lodged in the back of my throat. That was all it took. Sean keened into his palm and came down my throat.

I slurped my way back up, then sat back on my heels as he tried to remember how to breathe. Suddenly, his body went boneless and his smile was huge.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he said quietly, reaching a hand out to me.

I grinned back. “Yeah, I know. I’m glad I’m here too. Now pull up your pants so you don’t scandalize the guests. It’s time for bed.”

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Blurb

love at roades endSean Newvine is looking forward to his weekend at Roades End Inn so he can review his stay there for inclusion on his travel website. What he never expects is for the owner, Hunter Roades, to capture his attention from the very start.

The only problem is Hunter thinks Sean’s been sent by his brother on a blind date so that Hunter doesn’t have to spend Valentine’s Day alone. Once the awkward misunderstanding is resolved, Sean is charmed by Hunter’s formality and hospitality. And when they have a chance to really talk, sparks fly.

A passion-filled night has them both wanting more, but Hunter pulls away knowing Sean doesn’t live in town and the distance might be more than they can overcome. Sean and Hunter must figure out if they can make it work for longer than one night, or if their chance at love will end at Roades End Inn before it can begin.


Bio

Kris T. BethkeKris T. Bethke has been a voracious reader for pretty much her entire life and has been writing stories for nearly as long. An avid and prolific daydreamer, she always has a story in her head. She spends most of her free time reading, writing, or knitting/crocheting her latest project. Her biggest desire is to find a way to accomplish all three tasks at one time. A classic muscle car will always turn her head and naps on the weekend are one of her greatest guilty pleasures. She lives in a converted attic with an aquarium full of tropical fish and the voices in her head. She’ll tell you she thinks that’s a pretty good deal. Kris believes that love is love, no matter the gender of people involved and that all love deserves to be celebrated. She loves to hear from her readers, so feel free to drop her a line. You can find her on Twitter @KrisTBethke or on her blog www.kristbethke.com.

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