Illusions of Love (12 page)

The
government offices downtown were nowhere near as big as the cities, but they
were quaint. Mayor Michaels was obviously working late because it was after
eight and his car was still parked out front.

I
followed my uncle into the building. He had all the keys and codes to the place
since he was the sheriff. He stopped in front of the mayor’s door and knocked.
Mayor Michaels opened the door. His gaze went to me first. He looked a little
surprised and confused.

“Mike,
Katie, please come in,” he said stepping aside.

“Sorry
to bother you so late John. Katie and I have a lead we are following. I don’t
know if you heard about the man that attacked Katie?” my uncle asked as he
settled in a seat in front of Mayor Michaels’ desk.

“I
did hear. I was actually going to come see you Katie, once you settled in of
course. I know it is probably tense over there right now,” he said as he took a
seat behind the desk.

“That’s
no lie,” I said and smiled. I looked at my uncle wondering if he wanted to
lead.

“Go
ahead Katie, this is your case I’m just the backup,” Uncle Mike said amused.

I
looked at Mayor Michaels nervously and he watched me with a soft expression. He
obviously wasn’t angry with me. “My department traced the account the man was
paid with. It came back to one of your accounts,” I said softly as I slid a
piece of paper on his desk.

His
eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “That can’t be,” he said softly as he looked at
the paper. “You don’t think I did this; do you?” he asked me. He looked hurt
and I immediately felt bad.

“The
account is Lana’s expense account. They are tracing where the money was
authorized at. We know Lana has been out of town lately. At this point we think
it has to do with her,” Uncle Mike said taking over for me. I was a little
relieved because the way Mayor Michaels looked at me made me feel terrible.

“Why
would Lana want to hurt Katie?” Mayor Michaels asked confused.

“We
don’t know; that is why we came to you first,” I said watching him.

“I
am sure there is an explanation. Lana is spoiled, but she would never hurt
anyone,” Mayor Michaels said as he picked up the phone. “I will have her come
down and talk to you.”

I
looked at Uncle Mike, and he smiled and winked trying to reassure me as Mayor
Michaels asked Lana to come to the office.

My
uncle and Mayor Michaels talked about the town while we waited. It was
incredibly awkward now. I was looking forward to getting answers. I wanted to
know who sent that guy after me. The memory of that night made me shiver.

The
door opened and Lana came in. She had a big smile on her face, but it faltered
when she saw Uncle Mike and me.

“Lana,
please have a seat. The sheriff and Katie have some questions for you,” Mayor
Michaels said softly.

“Did
I do something wrong?” Lana asked looking confused.

“I
was attacked a few days ago. The man was paid from your expense account. We
were trying to find out why you paid him,” I said watching her. I was in cop
mode. I was angry, but I hid it well.

“Oh
no,” she said sounding panicked as she looked at her father.

“Why
Lana?” he asked sounding hurt.

“I…I…
didn’t know what it was for,” she said as she started crying. It was not at all
the reaction I expected. I thought she would get angry and call me names or
wish death on me; anything but cry.

“What
do you mean?” Mayor Michaels asked starting to sound annoyed.

“Mom
asked me for the money. She said it was for a piece of art she wanted, but you
wouldn’t let her get it. I just sent it to the account she asked. I didn’t ask
questions,” she sniffled as she wiped her tears with a tissue.

I
was a little startled. I didn’t really know Mrs. Michaels. I just knew there
was bad blood between her and my mother because of the affair. “You should have
told me your mother asked you for money,” Mayor Michaels said softly as he
walked over to Lana.

She
stood and hugged him, sobbing in his chest as she did. “I’m sorry daddy.”

“I
know baby,” he said then looked at my uncle. “My wife is out of town. I am not
sure when she will be back. We hit a rough patch and separated.”

Uncle
Mike stood and nodded. “We will have to get a warrant issued. I suggest you cut
her accounts off because she is using your money to commit crimes.”

Mayor
Michaels looked pained, but he nodded. “I will help in any way I can. I am
sorry about this Katelyn,” he said softly.

I
forced a smile and nodded. “I am fine, thanks for cooperating,” I said then
hurried after my uncle.

“That
was intense,” my uncle said after he settled back in the car.

 “I
think it is going to be even worse when I get back to Cole’s parent’s house,” I
said dreading the thought.

He
smiled. “Now you know why I never got married. Too much drama. You can always
stay with me,” he offered as he turned out of the parking lot.

I
sighed heavily. “I know, but I need to go back to talk to Cole.”

He
nodded. “I’ll drop you off. Just call if you need me.”

I
smiled. “You know I will.”

The
next ten minutes I spent in silence trying to decide the best approach to talk
to Cole. I knew no matter which way it was done he was going to be mad.

“Good
luck,” my uncle said as I climbed out of the car.

“Thanks,
I am going to need it,” I said dryly, then shut the door.

I
felt odd just walking into the house, but I technically lived there. I stepped
into the foyer. I was a little startled to see Mrs. Davis was waiting for me.
“You lying little bitch!” she snarled as she advanced on me. Before I could
respond she smacked me across the face.

I
looked at her wide eyed. I had no clue what to say or do. “Mrs. Davis…” I
started.

“Don’t
you dare try to defend what you have done. Sarah is a good woman and you are
ruining her name,” she hissed.

“Mother
what is going on?” Cole asked as he walked into the room.

“Your
little bitch is trying to blame the attack on Sarah,” she said angrily.

Cole
looked at me confused. “I can explain. I was coming home to talk to you Cole, I
promise,” I said hoping he wouldn’t start yelling too.

His
mother scoffed. “She is just trying to ruin their family just like her whore of
a mother did when she slept with John.”

“Mother
give her a chance to explain,” Cole said angrily.

“You
mean give her a chance to blind you with her lies and deceit like she has done
all along. I really don’t know what you see in this girl,” she said angrily.

“You
are one to talk about being a liar, Gina,” Cole’s father said before Cole
replied. He walked out of the living room. He had a drink in his hand, and he
looked like he may have had a little too much to drink already.

“David
don’t start this now,” Cole’s mother said looking a little worried.

“There
isn’t a better time than now. You walk around calling everyone liars and whores
when you have a more checkered past then all of them,” he said amused.

“Mom,
what is he talking about?” Cole asked looking worried as he looked from his
father to his mother.

She
pressed her lips together and glared at David. “Fine I will tell him,” David
said annoyed. “Cole you are not my son. You are my brother’s child, but that
does not mean I do not love you. I have raised you as my own because I love
you. I just can’t let your mother parade around like she is some saint when she
is not.”

I
felt my chest tighten when I looked at Cole’s expression. It was a combination
of horror, anger, and sadness. I didn’t like it. I reached out to him and took
his hand. Cole looked down at my hand in his, but he looked like he wasn’t
really seeing it.

“I
don’t understand. How do you know?” Cole’s voice was distant as he spoke like
he didn’t believe anything that was happening.

His
mother stepped forward and reached for him, but he pulled away. His rejection
hurt her; I could see it. “It happened a long time ago. I was young and stupid.
I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“But
how do you know. I look like my father,” he said angrily as he glared at his
mother.

“You
look more like my brother. I could never have kids Cole. That is how I knew
your mother cheated on me. She got pregnant, and it wasn’t by me. I found out
you were Ben’s and I left your mother. Then Ben died, and I decided to claim
you as my own. I’m sorry I never told you. I wanted to so many times, but this
tyrant wouldn’t let me,” David said glaring at Gina.

“I
am so sorry Cole. Please forgive me,” his mother pleaded.

Cole
stepped back away from her. “Katie and I are leaving,” he said softly. He
tightened his grip on my hand and opened the door.

I
glanced at Gina as he led me out. She looked heartbroken, and I couldn’t help
but feel a little guilty. Maybe I had caused the whole thing.

I
sat in the passenger seat and watched Cole. His jaw was set and he looked angry
and hurt. He insisted on driving even though I tried to get him to let me
drive. We were making our fifth loop around the town, and he just kept going.
It was getting late, and I was starting to worry about his mental state.

“Cole
we can stay with my uncle,” I said softly.

He
glanced at me then back at the road. He didn’t speak, he just made a sudden
right turn. The landscape got hilly and the woods thickened. I knew where he
was going. He was going to his family’s cabin.

“Don’t
you think we will be more comfortable at my uncle’s?” I asked softly.

“I
don’t think you want your uncle to hear what we will be doing,” he said softly
as he looked me over.

“Cole
sex isn’t…” I started, but he cut me off.

“Damn
it Katelyn just give me this one time! I am so angry I could beat someone
bloody, but instead I am going to take you to the cabin and fuck you until I
can’t anymore. Just go with it for once!” he growled.

I
hated to admit it, but the way he said it made my body heat up. I was glad it
was dark in the car because my cheeks were on fire. He pulled up to the log
cabin and slammed the car in park. He walked around to my side and opened my
door. He offered his hand and I took it. He pulled me out of the car and into
his arms. His mouth was on mine before I had a chance to speak. He pushed me
back against the car. His hands went under my dress as he continued to kiss me.
He wasn’t giving me a second to breathe. My body was going crazy with feeling.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him aggressively wishing I could
take away his pain. He suddenly pulled away, and turned me around. He pushed me
over the side of the car and shoved my dress up. My body surged with excitement
as he slid my panties down around my knees. He ran his hand over my ass. He
gently cupped my pussy, and slid two fingers inside me making me moan in
ecstasy. He gently teased me as he fought his pants down with his free hand. I
cried out in surprise as he forced himself completely inside me in one swift
thrust. He grasped my hips as he slowly pulled back. He forced himself forward
again. A cry escaped my lips. The feeling was intense. It was pleasure
bordering on pain. I kind of like it. I could feel every bit of him, and it
made me want him more. He thrust again digging his fingers into the soft flesh
of my hips. I felt my body start to hum in anticipation. I knew in only a few
more thrusts I would lose it, and I loved it. He suddenly pulled out of me, and
I gasped in surprise and disappointment.

I
turned and looked at him confused. He just smiled like he knew what he was
doing. Let’s go inside,” he said as he buttoned his pants. His cock was still
rock hard. I didn’t understand why he stopped.

Before
I could protest he turned away. I watched him as he walked to the door. I
rolled my eyes and pulled my panties up. I followed him knowing he was in a
mood, and it was going to be a long night.

The
cabin looked like it hadn’t been used in a while. He lit a couple lanterns. The
electricity was obviously off. He walked to the cabinet and retrieved bed
sheets. He went to the bed and made it. It was the beginning of summer, and it
had been a warm day so the cabin was kind of stuffy. He opened the window near
the bed, then looked over at me. “Get naked and get on the bed,” he ordered.

I
was a little startled by his emotionless tone. He never spoke to me like that.
I decided not to comment since he was having a bad night. I unzipped my dress
and slipped it off. I removed my bra and panties, then walked over to the bed.
I felt a little awkward, but I pushed the feeling away. I climbed on the bed;
then I looked over at him.

He
took a drink out of a bottle of liquor as he watched me. He set the bottle down
and stripped his shirt off. He grabbed the bottle, and walked over to me. He
offered it too me. “Drink some. I want to be rough and it will help you relax.”

I
accepted the bottle, but I was starting to get nervous. I wasn’t really sure
what he meant by rough. If he thought I needed alcohol then he was planning
something. I decided I didn’t care. I could take whatever he had to offer. I
took a drink of the alcohol. It was strong. It burned going down, but I pushed
the feeling away. I handed him the bottle, and he took another drink then
offered it back to me. I didn’t drink that often. Just the first shot made my
body heat up. I took another sip and handed it back to him. “No more,” I said
when he offered it again.

He
shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said then walked over and set it on the table.
His demeanor was making me nervous. The normal sparkle he had in his eyes was
no longer there. Cole was off in his own world. I didn’t really know who this
guy was. He walked back over to the bed and undid the belt on his pants. He
pulled his belt off his pants and laid it on the bed next to me.

I
looked up at him nervously. He just watched me with his cool gaze. “Do you plan
on using that?” I asked trying to hide my nervousness.

He
smiled as he leaned closer to me. “Maybe, if you irritate me,” he whispered.

I
felt my cheeks redden. I never saw this side of Cole. This Cole was a little
scary and exciting all in one. “What would I do that would irritate you?” I
asked watching him as he watched me. I was beginning to think he liked seeing
me squirm.

“You’re
doing it,” he warned.

I
bit my lip trying to keep from smiling. “Talking or asking questions?” I asked
knowing he meant one of the two.

“Both,”
he growled as he moved forward and pressed his lips to mine. He tangled his
fingers in my hair. His grip made me gasp, and he kissed me so hard it felt
like he was bruising my lips. He broke the kiss, but kept his hold on my hair
as he looked at me. I felt my pulse quicken at his expression. “Am I really the
only man that you have been with, or are you lying like all the rest?”

“You
are the only one. I could never bring myself to be with anyone else,” I said
softly.

“How
far have you gone with other men?” he asked watching me.

I
didn’t really know why he wanted to know. It bothered me that he was asking me
the questions like this. “Cole is this necessary?”

“Yes,
just answer the damn question,” he growled.

“I
don’t know, kissing and touching,” I said watching him nervously.

“Touching
where?” he asked softly.

I
scowled. “Cole…” I started, but he tightened his grip on my hair in warning. It
irritated me because it turned me on more.

“Where?”
he growled.

“Everywhere,”
I said softly meeting his gaze.

“Who
were they?” he asked. His tone had gone colder like he didn’t like what I was
saying.

“He;
there was only one, and he is a detective in my department,” I said determined
to play his game. I had a feeling he wanted me to stop him or say no, and I
wasn’t going too. I wanted to know more about this Cole. This Cole made me
crazy just with his words.

“Tell
me how he touched you,” he ordered.

I
looked at him defiantly. This was crossing the line, but he didn’t seem to
care. I pressed my lips together refusing to answer. He smile and ran his hand
over my breast brushing my nipple. I felt it immediately harden, and my heart
started to pound as he looked back at me.

“Like
that?” he asked. I still refused to answer so he trailed his hand lower. I
sucked in air when his fingers brushed the heated skin between my thighs. “What
about like this?” he asked softly as he began to massage my clit.

“Why
do you care?” I asked breathlessly as I watched him. The light from the
flickering candles bounced off his face. It was hard to read his expression.

“Let
me ask the questions love,” he whispered as he laid gent kisses along my neck.
He pushed me down so I was looking at the ceiling. “Did he taste you?” he asked
softly. I felt his breath on my pussy, and my body surged with excitement. His
tongue touched my clit, and I moaned as I gripped the bed sheets. Everything he
was saying and doing was making every touch more intense. “I bet he didn’t, if
he did he would have become addicted like me,” he whispered, then buried his
face between my thighs.

I
cried out in ecstasy as his tongue explored me. His hand cupped my breast. He
twisted my nipple making me buck against his mouth as pleasure shot through me.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could handle the torture. I was close to
release. I could feel it.

Suddenly
he stood and walked away from the bed. He walked to the table, and picked up
the bottle of alcohol. My cheeks heated as anger rushed over me. It was the
second time he did it, but I wasn’t going to protest. I was going to let him
have his way. He took a drink out of the bottle, then walked over to a drawer.
He went through the drawer, then walked back over to me. He had a piece of
cord. I looked from the cord to his face. He was planning on using it.

“On
your knees,” he ordered.

I
reluctantly did as he asked. I wasn’t sure if I was going to like being
restrained, but I held my tongue. He climbed on the bed behind me and pushed my
head down so my ass was in the air. He positioned me so he could tie by wrists
behind my knees. The position was extremely difficult for me to hold. He ran
his hand over my ass, and my skin tingled where he touched me. I was even more
excited now. I wanted to know what he was going to do.

He
reached over and retrieved his belt. My heart went to my throat when I felt the
cool leather touch my rear. I gasped as he just ran the edge of the belt over
my skin. He removed the belt from my skin, and I braced for the hit. The belt
landed with a gentle slap on my rear. It didn’t hurt at all. I couldn’t help
but feel a little relieved. He hit me again, this time a little harder. It
didn’t hurt, but I could feel the change in force. I was guessing each hit
would be more intense. My body surged in excitement as I anticipated the next
hit. I bit my lip and moaned as the belt bit into my skin stinging slightly. He
spanked me again with the same amount of force. I moaned and twisted against my
bonds, but I didn’t speak. He spanked me again, and I cried out as he increased
the intensity. He spanked me three more times and I moaned. I was about to stop
him, but he let the belt fall to the side, and relief washed over me.

He
grasped my hips and sunk his hard cock into me. He thrust hitting me deeper
than he had before. The position made everything feel different. It hurt and
felt good. He increased his movements, and soon I felt nothing but pleasure as
he moved inside me. I cried out hoping he would let me have my release. He slowed
his movement, and anger and annoyance shot through me. “Cole please!” I begged.

“Please
what?” he asked sounding amused.

“Fuck
me! Please let me come,” I begged as I strained harder against the ropes.

He
laughed softly. “Well since you’re begging I will oblige you.” He thrust making
me cry out. He picked up speed, and I felt it coming. I knew it was going to be
intense, and I was looking forward to it. Pleasure crashed over me, and I
screamed in pure ecstasy. I pulled against the bonds desperate to get free, so
I could relieve the intense pressure of him inside me. “Yes,” he whispered. I
felt him let go, and my body sagged. He quickly undid the ties on my wrists,
and I collapsed onto the bed. My entire body was quivering as I attempted to
recover. I closed my eyes and took slow deep breaths. I felt him climb off the
bed. I heard him pick the bottle back up.

I
opened my eyes and looked over at him. He was standing near the window looking
out it. My phone started to ring breaking the silence. He scowled and walked
over to my purse. He retrieved my phone. I winced as he threw it against the
wall. It shattered into a million little pieces and he walked back over to the
window where his bottle was sitting.

I
sat up and looked at him nervously. “Cole should we talk?” I asked softly.

“No,”
he growled angrily.

“Your
parents love you. They just…” I started, but he cut me off.

“They
lied to me my entire life. Don’t make excuses for them!” he growled angrily as
he turned to look at me.

I
pressed my lips together and closed my eyes. I didn’t know what to say to him.
There was really nothing that could make it better.

He
sighed. “I want a baby,” he said softly.

“I
thought you had a vasectomy,” I said quietly.

He
scowled. “I did. I can get it reversed, but it really doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Why
doesn’t it?” I asked confused. “It means you can possibly have children.”

“Are
you going to carry my child?” he asked skeptically.

I
looked at him unsure. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t thought that far
ahead, and I wasn’t going to lie to him and agree.

“I
didn’t think so,” he growled and stormed out.

I
cussed and pulled my dress on. I hurried outside. He was walking toward the
lake at the back of the cabin. “Cole, I never said I wouldn’t. You just have to
give me time,” I said pleading with him as I caught up to him.

“It’s
probably better that I don’t have children. My family is nothing but a bunch of
liars and fuck ups,” he growled as he threw a rock into the river.

I
sat down at the picnic table and watched him. He was hurting. I had an idea of
what that felt like. My family wasn’t exactly perfect either. “Don’t say that
Cole. You are a good man deep down,” I said softly.

He
scoffed. “Tiffany didn’t lose the baby. I made her abort it,” he said softly.

I
was shocked. I didn’t really know what to say. “You didn’t make her abort it,
it had to be both your decision.”

He
shook his head, and took another drink out of the bottle. “She never would have
done it if I didn’t act like I hated her for being pregnant.”

I
stood and walked over to him. I touched his arm, but he didn’t look at me. “You
were scared, which is understandable. I am not saying what you did was right,
but you can’t blame yourself for everything.”

He
looked at me. I couldn’t read his expression, but I could see the alcohol was
getting to him. He moved closer to me and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed
him gently as I ran my fingers through his hair. “Come to bed with me,” I
begged.

He
nodded. I took his hand and led him back to the cabin. I slipped my dress off;
then I walked over to him and undid the button on his pants. I slid his pants
off and tossed them aside. I took his hand and led him to the bed. He settled
down on the bed, and I moved next to him. I pressed my body into him closed my
eyes. I could hear his breathing change, and I knew he was asleep. I closed my
eyes relieved.