Love Unspoken (11 page)

He hated to think of Noelle curled up in someone else’s arms.
Someone who her parents probably approved of and could provide her with the
life he’d never be able to, even if he managed to bring the Tumbling Y up to
snuff.

Just have to work twice as hard then.
Cole placed a kiss
on her forehead and flicked off the light. Noelle was his reason for
everything. Sooner or later, he was going to do right by her.

Chapter
Ten

“I thought you said this wasn’t a race,” Noelle shouted. She
tugged on the reins of the mare. Riding atop Firebrand, Cole looked back at her
and winked before urging his mount into a gallop over a hill scattered with
wildflowers just below the pasture.

That’s what I get for bragging about my skills, she thought,
smiling to herself. Being out here with him was another sobering lesson on all
the things she had taken for granted that her parents had provided.

Horseback riding. Lessons she rebelled against because yet again
it was seen as them trying to mold her into someone she wasn’t, someone they
wanted to brag about like they did with her younger sister. It all seemed so
ridiculous now that she had removed the blinders of youth.

They had been doing what any normal parents would do, trying to
give their children the best of life. A tinge of sadness gripped her. At least
back then, they wanted the best for her, unlike now, when they assumed she
still required saving from herself.

But… all that was in the past. It couldn’t be changed. From now
on she had Cole, although the damn cowboy seemed hell bent on showing her she
was no match for him on horseback.

Noelle dug her heels into the horse, riding close on Firebrand’s
thick shiny tail. Not in a million years would she have imagined herself awake
at four in the morning with the wind zipping by her face and galloping on a
mare named Agnes to check on her neighbor’s cattle. Oh, and doing so with Cole
McKinney, the silent ranch hand.

She threw hear head back and laughed. The very act she would have
scoffed at was actually bringing her joy. She was out here in the refreshing
summer’s morning with nary a soul around but her and Cole. It felt amazing. As
wonderful as it felt to wake up in his arms, knowing that he’d welcomed her
into his bed without putting on the pressure to have sex.

By the time they came to a stop on the flatland, the sunrise was
still low on the horizon.

“You do this every morning, so early?”

He shook his head and looked toward the herd of Hereford bulls.
After a minute he turned to her.
“Earlier. I don’t mind it.”

Her eyes opened. Was he serious? When she’d awoken, she assumed
he was going to stay in her arms and cuddle some more. She was shocked when he
climbed out of bed and shrugged into a flannel shirt, insisting she go back to
sleep. No way. She’d made it clear that she wanted to spend every free moment
she had with him. Noelle recognized the moment he accepted it as the truth,
slowly nodding when she asked him to tag along. She was pleased he agreed to
her company.

“Do you like it out here?”
Cole asked, minutes later after
he had deemed everything in order with the cattle. No signs of theft or
injuries to the animals.

Noelle hesitated. She liked being with him. What she didn’t like
was the feeling they were sneaking around. Meeting in the shroud of twilight
and now the only way to spend a morning together in the opening, was hours
before the crack of dawn to which she’d have to hurry back to the house before
her parents assumed she had been out gallivanting and losing control again.
They didn’t trust her and it was wearing thin.

Noelle looked over at Cole, noting the way he studied her in
seriousness. She felt guilty. He must have thought she’d snubbed his question
out of a genuine dislike for this lifestyle.

Lifting his hand, he stopped in mid action of signing to her.
Cole reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his wallet, handing a
photograph to her.

Noelle took the picture, registering the faces that already
seemed familiar. A woman with the same dark eyes, an older man, looked to be in
his late fifties and a younger boy close in resemblance to Cole but without the
height and build, stood in front of a house.

“These are your parents and brother?”

He nodded. Noelle studied the picture. “Do you guys have a farm
or something?”

Cole smiled ruefully and Noelle opened her mouth in surprise.
There was so much she didn’t know about him. If Cole’s family owned a ranch,
why would he work those backbreaking hours on someone else’s ranch?

“Why aren’t you there? I thought most ranches were run by
families.”

“Our ranch isn’t big. Not even half the size of this place.”

Okay, but that confused her even more. She didn’t understand why
he would choose not to help his family on their ranch.

“I work here so we can keep the ranch. It’s nothing compared
to this.”

This time he kept his eyes trained on her, the same unreadable
expression on his face as if he was expecting her to hightail it the other way
from him.

“Your family is very lucky to have you on their side.”
She
was lucky to have him. This man who was so much more than what met the eyes. He
made her yearn for so much more, including the courage to stand up for herself.

He nodded and pointed over the horizon as the sun climbed higher.
The sun was coming up, which meant the other ranch hands would be making their
way to the pasture to work another group of cattle.

“Are you going to join them?” She despised the thought of leaving
him so early.

His gaze went in the direction of her parent’s home, the red
shingle rooftop visible across the distance.

Noelle swallowed and raised her chin. “Ask me, Cole.”  She knew
what he was thinking after mentioning his family and ranch. She also needed to
clear the air between them.

“Do you want to go home or stay with me?”

“You mean after letting me know you’re poorer than I assumed?”

He lifted a shoulder and stared at her as if he was actually
waiting for her to make a decision. Dear God. He actually thought it made a
tremendous difference to her. Noelle lowered her lashes, grabbed the reins on
the horse and whispered quietly. “Let’s go back.”

His nostrils flared, anticipation simmered in his eyes. Noelle
felt her stomach flutter before giving a curt nod and guided the mare into a
turn. She’d seen that look in his eyes before. Her pussy clenched. Noelle
licked her lips. They were going to have sex. She stole a glance at Cole who
was inches behind her. Their gazes locked. She was going to feel him inside
her. All the way, as he’d promised.

Her heart leapt when he blinked and gave her a curt nod as if he
knew what she was thinking. Both urging the horses into a gallop, Noelle knew
that right now that little bedroom was the only place she wanted to be.

****

Cole couldn’t believe Noelle returned with him. He leaned against
the door, drinking her in. She was sitting on his bed and all he could do was
stand there and stare like a lovesick fool. Not good. He wished he had more
experience with women, decent women so he would know the right way to pleasure
her. He wanted to hear her scream his name in reckless abandon. He didn’t want
their first joining to end with horrible memories for her.

“Cole?”

His cock hardened painfully inside his jeans. If Noelle said his
name like that one more time, he’d probably come before he had a chance to
slide to the hilt inside her wanton cunt.

He stepped in front of her and touched the side of her face. Her
skin felt like silk beneath his craggy fingertips. Much too delicate for the
likes of a rough ranch hand. Cole brushed the pad of his thumb over her plump
lips. His cock twitched, swelling in response to the only part of her luscious
body, he’d been able to release in.

 His breath hitched with the tantalizing memory. Noelle had
swallowed his cum, a fantasy he’d entertained but would never have expected her
to perform in reality. But she had done it, and found pleasure in it as much as
he’d enjoyed sampling her tasty pussy.

His prick hardened even more. Cole blushed. He hoped she’d take
him between her lips again. Sometime soon. And God help him for selfishness,
but he wanted to watch her inviting mouth fill with his semen. Noelle brought
her lips to his thumb giving it a soft kiss.

His lips curved upward. She was so fucking adorable. He
suppressed a grin, fully aware that Noelle would probably be annoyed being
thought of as adorable.

“I want to feel you inside me.”  She lifted her face to his.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. For her to say
that to him… She couldn’t have any idea how much he actually wanted her, was
dying to push her back and sink every unforgiving inch into her cunt.

Cole took her shirt between his hands, freeing each button. His
knuckles brushed over the tips of her breasts. Her nipples were so full, pert
delicate buds peeking out through the shirt and beckoning to him. He glanced up
at her lovely face. Her lips were slightly parted and he felt her legs brush
against his as she widened them.

“Oh, Cole, look at what you do to me.” She placed his hand
between her thighs. “It feels so hot down there.”

Sweet Jesus. Cole ran his finger over her pussy.
So wet for
me.

“I want to see you. I love how you look naked. The way your cock
stands out so proudly and I know it’s because of me. Because of how much you
want to fuck me. That is what you want, isn’t it?” Her eyes pleaded with him.

Cole stood, his breathing harsh. She wasn’t afraid of him. Here
she was begging him to use her completely. He shook his head. Perhaps she
needed a reminder of what she was asking for. He stroked his hand across the
entire length of his cock, from the spot right above his testicles to the head,
swollen and dripping with so much pre-cum it would make any other man ashamed
to have a woman see how desperate he was for her. How much power she had over
him.

He lifted a brow and slid his hand over her naked little pussy.
Soon to be
his
pussy, if he gave her what she was asking for her.
Because after he got started with Noelle tonight and every other night if she
was willing to spread her legs for him again, her pussy was going to mold
around his prick and he doubted she’d ever be able to enjoy another man smaller
than him. Not that he had any intention of allowing her to stray. Right or
wrong, deserving or not, Noelle was his and it would remain that way.

Her eyes fixed on the hand sliding over his cock; Noelle gazed up
at him with brown eyes full of worship and nibbled her pouty bottom lip. “I
love it, Cole, and I’ve been thinking about what you said.” She paused, looking
him straight in the eyes as she splayed her thighs wider and arched her back.
Cole stifled a groan, but allowed his gaze to center on her wet, glistening
display.

His chest tightened with love. Noelle was shameless in her
passion and desire for him to see her needy cunt. Damn, he loved her and was
selfishly happy she hadn’t been with another man for such a long time to make
her this vulnerable and willing to take him on.

She let out a small breath and lifted her hand to his stomach,
continuing her speech. “That day when I asked you how deep inside me you would
come, you touched my stomach. I know what you meant and I want it so much. I
don’t want you to hold back with me.” She released a breathy moan. “Cole. I’ve
thought about nothing else since then. Just the need to be taken, have someone
else in control for once so I don’t have to think beyond what you’re doing to
me. I don’t care if it hurts. I want to feel you so deep inside my pussy until
you’re almost touching my heart.”

Cole pushed his pants and briefs past his hips. He heard another
sensual moan escape from her lips and it went straight to him, as he stood
before her, his cock and sac completely visible to her. He liked her sultry
eyes on him and loved the way she admired his prick. It felt so much different
than the other women he had been with it. Their interest had extended to his
appendage and nothing else. While he could tell Noelle was already half in love
with his cock; he knew she also cared about him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,”
he told her. There was only so
much restraint and control he could maintain once he got inside her with more
than just the enflamed tip.

She lowered her head and licked away a bead of pre-cum that
spilled from the narrow opening. “I want you, cowboy. Every single part of
you,” she murmured. “You won’t break me. Trust me, you won’t.”

Cole swallowed down a lump in his throat. She might not be the
one to break, but once they made love, he knew it would be impossible to ever
let go of her, even if she asked him to.

“Stand up.”

A slight frown marred her beautiful face. Noelle gaped at him in
confusion. “I thought…”

Cole took her hand, forcing her to stand before him. Bringing her
down on his lap, he circled his arms around her slender, curvy frame.
 
He
wanted her to take as much as she could handle for now. He wouldn’t chance
being on top of her and losing control their first time together.

She looked between them and Cole was glad when her face softened
with understanding. “You want me to ride you?” she asked softly.

He stroked the curve above her provocative ass and nodded.
Leaning back on the bed with his knees bent, Cole held her to him, hands on her
silky thighs.

Noelle flattened her palms to his chest. Ever so slowly, she
lowered her pussy on his hard cock. Her lips parted on a luxurious sigh. His
eyes closed in unbelievable pleasure. Noelle was sitting astride him, her tight
cunt sinking deeper on his shaft. It felt like a fucking dream.