Free Snowbound Hearts by Benjamin Kelly Page A

table after I beat your clothes off playing strip poker. Sex sitting in the chair at lunchtime. Sex on the sofa after gassing the generator. We would have had cans of whipped cream and mounds of bananas, and I would have eaten the nastiest banana split in the history of the world after reading in bed. If this was a dream, we’d be having some crazy awesome sex right now, instead of talking.”
    “We would if this was your dream.”
    The fact that she wouldn’t expect to dream about sex with him rattled his confidence. Up until that moment, he had been certain that she desired him. “So, you like to have frustration in your dreams?”
    Audrey pressed her hand between them, momentarily separating her crotch from his, as she worked it down toward his legs. “Sometimes, really good frustration can be better than sex.”
    Stephen sucked in a hard breath. Her hand was ice cold, but the spot where she grasped him was burning hot.
    She loosened her grip and rubbed him. “Was that a good gasp, or did I grab them too hard?”
    “That was a ‘I can’t believe she’s touching me there’ gasp.”
    “Because it hurts?”
    “Because it feels so good.”
    She tightened her grip. “I knew you liked the way I frustrate you.”
    “Well, I can honestly say that having frustration with you is better than having sex with the women I’ve known.” He dug his fingertips in deep and massaged her bottom.
    “Yeah, Stephen, you’ve frustrated my brains out. More of that, please.”
    Stephen chuckled, not knowing what to think about Audrey. She obviously had some serious issues on her mind. Grabbing his balls was probably just her way of distracting him so he wouldn’t push her for answers that she wasn’t ready to give him. And it worked. For the moment at least, he didn’t care about anything except the way she was clutching him. “You feel a lot warmer now, especially your hand. Do you want to sleep by the stove?”
    She repositioned her hand grasping him more fully. “Do you mind if I stay in here with you? The wind is awfully spooky. We can’t have sex, but if you’ll let me, I’ll frustrate all night long.” She giggled as she massaged him.
    He took a deep breath and groaned. “Oh, you’ve already frustrated me so much that if you don’t stop, I’m going to explode.”
    Audrey quit moving her hand but didn’t let him go. “So, you’ll let me stay?”
    “You can stay, if you’ll be quiet and go to sleep. And stop mentioning that we can’t have sex. I’m still craving one of those special banana splits, and I don’t give a damn about the banana, only the split.”
    Audrey pressed her lips to his and kissed him passionately. “There’s a little taste for you. Maybe not the one you want, but it’ll have to do for now.”
    “Audrey, you’ve seriously got to move your hand.”
    She began gently squeezing him again.
    “Uh , that is not what I meant. On second thought, maybe I could stand being frustrated a while longer.”
    She put her mouth to his and continued frustrating him. The thin T-shirt she was wearing provided little buffer between her rigid nipples and his bare chest as she squashed her breasts against him. He didn’t think he’d be able to get any sleep, not that he wanted to sleep.
    The relentless wind pelting the cabin with snow was downright unnerving. Her presence in his arms brought him comfort the way clutching a teddy bear soothes a kid’s worries about monsters under the bed. As teddy bears went, Audrey was extraordinary.
    ***
    Stephen opened his blurry eyes to the dim light of an overcast morning. At some point during the wee hours, Audrey had finally stopped rubbing against him and dozed off, allowing him a few hours of desperately needed sleep. He gazed at her pretty face and watched her sleep for a while. She was lying on top, straddling him, her head on his shoulder and her crotch placed squarely onto his. Eventually, she opened her eyes.
    “How did we get like this?” she