Chapter 20
“That feels so good, Kyrie. Yeeeess.”
I was trying so hard to be in the moment because he was doing everything right. Dinner had been somewhat quiet. Thankfully, I didn’t have to talk during the stage play, but I didn’t have a clue what it was about. I’d checked out before it even started. I was trying so hard to take Kyrie’s advice and let God have my worries, but it was so hard. Samuel was my little brother. Although he was an adult, it was my job to look out for him. I needed to know what was going on with him.
Kyrie was loving me gently, moving slowly but with purpose. Despite my mind being everywhere but where it needed to be, I could still feel that stirring below, letting me know that the gates to ecstasy were about to open. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, forcing him to lower his head to where he couldn’t stare at me. When I’d opened my eyes, his gaze was locked on mine, and I couldn’t handle it.
My eyes had remained closed after that, but I had a feeling that didn’t deter his gaze one bit. He was extremely quiet with only the occasional grunt or moan to let me know he was still enjoying our connection. Pulling away from me slightly, he brought his hand to my neck and gripped it gently. “Genesis… look at me, baby.”
I hesitantly opened my eyes, and when my gaze met his, the intensity I found there coaxed the orgasm right out of me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I lifted my hips, trying to make sure I felt every stroke he laid on my G-spot. Breaking his silence once again, he said, “You are the only woman for me. I need you to relax in it and know that I will protect you and care for you with everything in me. I want to love you through your fears, your doubts, and your sadness. I need you to focus on our love, baby. We were created for each other.”
The tears sprang from my eyes without warning, and I needed every ounce of love he was pouring into me. “I believe that wholeheartedly, Kyrie. Oooooh, yeeeess.”
It felt like I was going to release again, because my entire body was trembling and felt like it was about to go into convulsions. “Give it to me, Genesis. Give me all of you, baby.”
Hearing how soft he was being had the tears running down my cheeks without restraint. I didn’t even want to restrain them. He said to give him all of me, and that was part of it. My orgasm ripped through me once again, my body flopping around like a fish. I couldn’t control it, and the fact that I didn’t try seemed to turn Kyrie on even more. He stroked me with more intensity, helping me be sure I’d gotten complete satisfaction, then he released inside of me.
His panting alarmed me though. He rolled to my side, and I rolled on my side next to him and laid my hand on his chest. I felt bad for a second that he was struggling to breathe through the pain he was feeling, but I knew he wouldn’t want me to. In my head, I could hear him saying, “I’m a grown man, Genesis. I knew what I was getting into.”
A slight smile made its way to my lips as I did my best to help him through it. “I know it probably hurts like hell, but take a deep breath to help your breathing.”
He did as I said as I watched him wince in pain. However, once he released that breath, his breathing had calmed significantly. Turning his body to me, he said, “Don’t worry. I’m fine. As good as you feel, I would do this all over again. I’ll never regret a moment with you.”
Sliding his hand over my cheek, he pulled my face to his and softly kissed my lips. When he pulled away, I took a deep breath. God had truly blessed me when he aligned Kyrie’s path and mine to meet. Although I doubted it for a while, He showed me that His divine plan was for us to be together, embarking on a life He intended for us to have. I laid my head on his chest once his breathing was completely under control. We remained quiet, soaking in the aura of the moment, not to mention the evidence on the sheets.
The sound of glass breaking interrupted our peace though. Kyrie literally jumped from the bed like a cat on a hot tin roof, and I wasn’t far behind him. Going to his dresser, I grabbed a pair of his basketball shorts and a T-shirt. When I smelled smoke, I immediately grabbed my phone and called 9-1-1, alerting them of an arson in progress, along with a breaking and entering.
Kyrie bolted from the room, and I was right behind him. When we got to the front room, the wall surrounding the front door was in flames. “Shit!” Kyrie yelled. “I need to get a water hose.”
“No! The minute you open that back door, the fire will spread quickly. Do you have an extinguisher?”
“Yeah. I forgot about them. I have three.”
I followed him to his laundry room and got the extinguishers. I could hear sirens in the distance. I couldn’t believe people were really trying to kill him. This was crazy! We sprayed the fire, hoping that it would be enough to control it. Once my tank was empty, I went to the next one, spraying it in its entirety. There was only a little bit Kyrie couldn’t get with his tank, so I quickly ran to the kitchen and filled a large pot with water.
Running back to it, I doused it and prayed that would kill it. Before I could even suggest it, Kyrie grabbed the pot from me and went to fill it again. When he came back, he threw it in the same spot. I looked around his foyer to see it was completely burned. I watched him survey the area as well, when suddenly he yelled, “Fuck!”
Johnson had met us at Riverside Grille, but she didn’t stay. Since we had a night planned, Kyrie didn’t want to throw those plans by the wayside. I wish he would have, though, to possibly avoid this. The house was extremely smokey, so I walked over to him and said, “We need to go outside, baby.”
He nodded and followed me out the back door. We both looked like we’d just hopped out of bed. We wore shorts and T-shirts and were both barefooted. From what I could see while we were inside, someone had thrown something through the window that started the fire. The smoke limited visibility, and my main objective was to get the fire contained.
Once we were outside, the fire truck pulled up against the curb. I grabbed Kyrie’s hand and went to the truck to meet them. When I saw Bransford, I wanted to roll my eyes. He quickly approached and asked, “Are y’all okay, Chief?”
“Yes. We got the fire contained with fire extinguishers and water, but please go check it out.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I nodded at him. When I glanced up at Kyrie, I saw him feverishly typing on his phone. While I wanted to help him through it, like he did with me earlier, I remained quiet. It was too soon for that. I was just grateful this didn’t happen while we were asleep. It could have been so much worse. It almost felt like whoever was doing this just wanted to scare him. If they wanted to kill him, I truly believed he would be dead by now.
They would have set the house on fire without making a sound. When they hit him, they could have rammed him a second time right in his door, possibly killing him instantly. They could have had better aim and shot him at the soup kitchen. There were too many instances that he’d survived. Had they wanted him gone, there would have been no chance of survival when they were done. I slid my hand over my face as I watched the firefighters grab the hose, preparing to go over the affected area once again.
After Kyrie slid his phone in his pocket, I grabbed his hand, and he pulled me close. I wrapped my arms around him, doing my best to console him. When he pulled away, he asked, “Is it okay for me to stay with you?”
“Of course. That goes without asking. I love being in your intimate space.”
“Thank you, baby. I can’t wait until this is all over. I’m sick of this shit.”
“I know you are. They must be getting close to figuring things out for them to restart the threats and attempts on your life. Just hold on.”
“I have no choice but to hold on. I’m ready to get to the bottom of this.”
“Me too. I can imagine you’re tired of having to look over your shoulder.”
He nodded as I noticed Detective Johnson approaching us. “We caught him.”
Our eyebrows lifted in shock. We stared at her, waiting for her to reveal what she knew. She cleared her throat and said, “Brad Coler.”
My mouth fell open. That man came all the way to Beaumont, Texas, to wreak havoc. But why? Kyrie and I both frowned. I was confused as hell, and I was sure Kyrie was just as confused. Sensing our confusion, she said, “Mister Coler is the son of Missy Coler… your dad’s mistress.”
With as dark complexioned as Kyrie was, he turned completely red. “You have to be kidding me. Why is he after me?”
“That’s what we have to find out once we get him booked. I’m pretty sure you will be coming to the police station to listen in on the interrogation if he doesn’t lawyer up.”
“Absolutely. Do you think this has anything to do with my other issue?”
“I don’t think so, but we are going to find out as soon as we can.”
I wrapped my arms around Kyrie as his mother came running toward us. She must have parked down the street. She stopped and took a huge breath in, then blew it out when she saw us. I was sure it was one of relief. I wasn’t sure how she knew anything had happened. If Kyrie had texted her, she would have known that he was okay. She crashed into him, but he didn’t seem to want to be bothered at the moment. I gently grabbed her hand and pulled her away from him.
“Kyrie! What’s going on?” she asked.
“The man you called a husband… the man you want me to forgive is the reason for this. The son of the woman he was fucking is trying to kill me. Apparently, he’s trying to exact his revenge on me since Kenneth is no longer here. But you want me to love him and forgive him. His sins nearly destroyed my house and could have killed us in there! What if we would have been asleep and not heard a thing? Huh? We would be severely injured or worse!”
Ms. Carolyn’s body trembled in my arms, and a tear slid down her cheek. “I’m sorry, son. I just wanted you to release the anger you felt and move on with your life. It’s not healthy. Again, despite all of this, he loved you.”
“I don’t want to hear that shit right now.”
Kyrie walked away from us, and Ms. Carolyn buried her face in my shoulder. “I just wanted him to free himself from the bondage hatred brings. His father wasn’t perfect, but he loved him perfectly. He was a good father, and I could never take that away from him. Kyrie chooses to focus on how piss poor of a husband he was instead. I need him to focus on who Kenneth Patrick was to him , not to me . ”
“I understand, Ms. Carolyn, but I can guarantee that this isn’t the right time for that. He’s probably angrier about his father’s infidelity and demise more than he has ever been right now. His father’s infidelity has come back years later and threatened his life.”
“You’re right. I just can’t understand why anyone would want Kyrie to suffer for what his father did.”
“He was an easy target. Mister Patrick is no longer here, so someone has to suffer for his sins, although I feel like he paid the ultimate price when he died in that plane crash.”
“Yeah, but unfortunately, so did his mistress. It probably seems like Kenneth was responsible for her death as well.”
I nodded as I watched Kyrie pace back and forth while Detective Johnson talked to him. My heart went out to him at this moment. Although I was in just as much danger in there as he was, the issue surrounding what happened had caused me to forget about my own issues to focus on his. He was hurting, and there was nothing more I wanted than to be consoling him instead of his mother right now.
Pulling away from her, I said, “Let me go check on him.”
She nodded as I walked away from her to Kyrie. When his eyes met mine, I could see the anger, the sadness, and the hurt. He suffered from his father’s death, but it seemed he was suffering more now that he was gone than from his actual demise. I hated this for him. He had enough to be concerned with.
When I got to him, I immediately slid my arms around his waist. He put his arm around me as I said, “I’m so sorry, baby. I totally understand your reaction.”
He kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry you had to see me somewhat unhinged. I’m just sick of dealing with shit. This right here is unnecessary. The person that’s at fault is no longer here. How did I inherit his consequences?”
“I know it’s hard to understand. Just know that it’s Mister Coler’s mental issues that has caused this. Direct your anger to him. He did this.”
“I wouldn’t even know who that man was had it not been for my father messing around with his mother. We would have no connection. That’s our only connection.”
“I get it. Let me make sure everything is wrapped up so when you go to the police station, I can go with you.”
“Okay.”
When I turned to go see what the firefighters had come up with, I saw Bransford going back inside the house. He was looking around like he was making sure no one was watching him. I frowned slightly and quickly followed behind him to make sure I didn’t miss what he was up to. As I entered the house, I saw him walking around looking with a flashlight. He pulled out a bag and picked up a bottle and put it inside.
I released a sigh of relief. He was only bagging evidence of foul play. All this betrayal and underhandedness had me on edge. When he looked up and saw me, he gave me a slight smile. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes. Thank you.”
He nodded and looked around more. “This is what was thrown through the window to start the fire. The judge is going through a lot. This is crazy.”
“Yeah, it is. Neither of us can wait until it’s done. It’s been a lot.”
“I can imagine.”
“Is everything pretty much wrapped up?”
“Yes, ma’am. Our investigation is done, but I’m sure his homeowner’s insurance is going to send their own investigator as well, mainly to assess the damage since we already know the cause.”
I nodded and patted his back as he walked past me. “Thank you, Bransford.”
“No problem.”
I wanted to ask him what prompted his change of attitude, but I knew it wasn’t the right time for that conversation. Something had definitely happened to provoke that change, and it was more than Samuel threatening him. Once all of this came to a head, I would be sure to have that conversation with him.