Silent Surrender by Abigail Barnette Page A

moaned at the fullness. He tried a tentative movement, and his features contorted into a grimace.
    Esau touched her shoulder, and she looked up to see him kneeling beside her. “Make it count, he’s not going to last long,” he said, then, looking up at Jude, “it’s not personal, mate.”
    She leaned up and kissed Jude, rolling her hips beneath him, and soon he moved within her in a rhythm. Honoria did not like to compare the two men in her mind, but she couldn’t help it. The differences between them were astonishing. When she wrapped her legs around Jude’s back, he was not so wide as Esau. When Jude withdrew from her clenching channel, his cock, no less well-made than Esau’s, raked against some spot within her that made her thighs quiver. When Esau was inside of her, he fucked her, in the most base, primal sense of the word, but Jude made love , and she thought her bones might melt from such happiness.
    Esau had been right, though, and Jude’s end came all too soon. He gave one last, deep thrust before she felt him burst inside her, pulsing in her swollen tissue. She held him, kissed his cheek, stroked his hair, and he slipped from her, gently disentangling himself as he looked to Esau.
    “She said she would have us both.” A muscle in Jude’s jaw twitched as he clenched it, and Honoria felt a stab of pity for him. He loved her, and she had picked another man.
    A man who might not love her in return.
    Her heart turned to stone her chest as she looked at Esau. Something in the stiff way he stood, the grim set to his mouth, made her think that perhaps he was not as pleased with this arrangement as she’d thought. Still, he came to her, and kissed her, and she could not help but respond to his touch. Perhaps that also made her wicked, to be capable of sharing so intimate an experience with a man who did not love her. Esau’s familiar weight settled between her legs, his mouth fell to her breast, but she was already prepared, open for him, wet and wanting, and he pushed his trousers down and kicked free of them. He rolled to his back, pulling her with him, and with a hand between them guided his cock into her.
    Honoria rolled her hips, crying out in relief. As long as he was inside of her, he was hers, and she would not think to what would happen after. He picked up a rhythm, hips rising and falling beneath her as she rocked on him.
    Jude sat in one of the chairs before the fireplace, seemingly as comfortable nude as he was when dressed. He watched her, an unreadable expression on his face. He did not look away as she cupped her breasts and rose and fell in time to Esau’s thrusts.
    Esau reached his hand out and motioned to Jude, saying something Honoria did not catch. She took his meaning when Jude came to kneel behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Esau grimaced as he took Jude’s hand and moved it down Honoria’s body, and Honoria realized his intention soon enough. She put her hand over theirs and guided them both to her opening. Fingertips skimmed over her open, wanting flesh and finally found that place that would make her come undone, did, in just a few quick strokes. The pressure behind that little bud grew larger and larger, swelling until she burst, screaming, twisting on Esau’s cock. The pleasure was inescapable and she sobbed, leaning on Jude for support as Esau drove into her and their entwined fingers kept swirling over her. Esau’s face flushed, his neck corded, and his head rocked back as he thrust deep. The sudden sharp pain drove her over the edge once more and she sobbed, clenching on Esau as he pulsed deep inside her.
    She did not know how long she stayed upon him, shuddering around him as his chest rose and fell heavily beneath her cheek, but eventually he slipped from her and Jude came to help her to the floor. They lay together for a long time, Jude at her back combing his fingers through her hair, Esau in front of her with his arm draped over her waist. She doubted there