Shelter During the Storm

by Smith, Stephanie Jean

  “You’re kidding right; your grandmother came back with some other man’s child and expected her husband to accept this child as his own.”

  Jenna rolled her eyes and sighed, Michael thought like a typical man. “Grandmother knew she was pregnant before she left for Paris. She wouldn't have made it to the boat if her father or husband knew of the pregnancy. I’ll bet that her husband demand sex before she was fully healed from childbirth; he would have used her pregnancy as an excuse to keep her statewide. She made so many concessions already, plus she was forbidden to take her son, so she didn’t tell them about her pregnancy.”

  Michael couldn’t imagine letting Jenna trapeze all over Europe without him, especially if she were pregnant with his child. “This may seem chauvinistic as hell, but I wouldn’t allow her to leave either. A man can only stand so much, there’s no way my woman would be in Paris for one year let alone two. I would have paddled her ass and dragged her back home by her hair.”

  "Ooh you're so kinky." She licked her lips giving him a heated gaze. "I didn't know that about you."

  Michael gave her a wicked grin. "Sure you do, now continue with the story about your grandparents tumultuous love affair."

  Jenna wagged her finger at Michael. “Tisk, tisk Michael you forget this wasn’t a love match and a woman didn’t have a lot of options, especially in those days. When she came back from Paris, there was nothing her husband or father could do. The only thing in her favor was of course was that my Aunt Jennifer stole my grandfather and great-grandfather’s hearts.”

  “So everyone lived happily ever after. Your grandmother settled down and became a devoted wife and mother.”

  Jenna’s playful mood sobered. “Actually she died after giving birth to my father, Edward James Tierney. From what I can gather, Grandfather blamed Dad for Grandmother’s death.”

  “So your grandfather did have some feeling for your grandmother.”

  “Everything I’m telling you is from hearsay. My grandfather may have been fond of my grandmother, but his first love was the company. My grandfather was an excellent businessman; after Grandmother's death, he gave everything to the company. He was grooming my Uncle James take over for him, my Aunt Jenny was my grandfather’s pride and joy, and Dad was his hate.”

  “Unfortunately for Grandfather, Uncle James died in the Vietnam War, shortly afterwards Aunt Jenny succumbed to pneumonia.”

  “Oh so now good old granddad needed your father. Finally, your father got the company after being denied his father’s affection all those years. What kind of deal did your father make?”

  “Well my father was quite the hippy and my grandfather wanted him to settle down. Therefore, Dad decided to marry his current flame, which just happened to be my mother. Grandfather agreed to this, with provisions that any children from the union would receive shares in the company.”

  “So you and Laura received those shares, what when you became 21?”

  “The stock was given to us on our 18th birthday, and we became board members with full voting privileges. I gave my rights and controlling interests in the company away. My parents allowed me to take Laura with me when I moved out. Over the years, Dad had to sell some of his shares to save the company.”

  “So what did Laura do with her shares?”

  “On several occasions, Dad would call wanting Laura to vote a certain way. Initially, she let Dad control her vote. As she became older, she took her seat on the board and voted for herself. I don’t know how that affected the business and Laura, and I didn’t discuss it.”

  “What happened to the stock once Laura died?’

  “They reverted back to the family trust.”

  Michael sat quietly considering the implications of what Jenna just told him. Shit maybe they were on to something with this stock angle. “Baby I have to go, I’ll call you tomorrow. We need to talk about us because we do have a relationship and I need you to realize it.” Michael got up and kissed Jenna goodbye.

  Jenna followed him to the door and watched him leave. Why was he so interested in the family stock? She went back to the living room and began clearing up the glasses and other dishes from their Margarita party.

  “I told you that he cared about you.” The hand towel fell of Samantha’s head as she sat up.

  “You sneak; you were awake the whole time listening to our conversation.”

  “Of course I listened to you conversation. Michael’s like a dog with a bone when he’s on the job, huh? Does he think there’s some connection between Laura’s death and your family’s stock?

  Jenna frowned an idea was brewing in her head. “I don’t see how, Dad has majority control of the company he wouldn’t need Laura’s shares.” Well, not unless he had to sell shares again chasing another deal that would save the company Jenna thought to herself.

  “Well I’ve had enough excitement for today, I’m going home.” Samantha stood up and sat right back down. “Maybe not.”

  Jenna helped Samantha off the sofa and began walking her to the guestroom. She’d been using it as her sewing room whenever she had free time. Jenna turned on the light and glanced around the room, it looked as if a tornado had hit it; fabric, patterns, and scissors were laying everywhere. “There’s no way you’re going home in your condition. Friends don’t let friends drive drunk, what kind of partner would I be if I let you leave.”

  “You know you still didn’t answer my question about Michael.”

  “You didn’t ask a question you made a statement.” Jenna helped Samantha get undress for bed as soon as Samantha was settled she get ready for bed herself. She turned to leave when Samantha asked another question.

  “You know Michael’s not like those other wimps you’re used to dating; he’s going to want more from you than a quick fuck here and there. What are you doing to do when he demands more than you can give him?

  “I don’t know. Michael means a lot to me. Despite what he says, I don’t know if I’m relationship material.”

  Samantha had to laugh at Jenna. “Girl Michael’s definitely and alpha male, if he considers that you're his woman, it’s all over except the signing of the marriage certificate.”

  Jenna turned out the light and paused in the hallway. She hoped Samantha’s was right because she was afraid she’d fallen in love with Detective Michael Johnson.

  ***

  Chapter 8

  Michael worked late last night he had an appointment to see a buddy of his first thing this morning. Derrick, a financial analyst for Union Mercantile Bank should be able to shed some light on the Tierney family trust. Michael felt that he was on to something, and he had to follow through.

  He hated to admit that a lot murder cases still go unsolved. He always laughed at those television shows that solved the murder within an hour, there was no truth to that at all. He didn’t see a lot of action, when he worked a case most of his time was spent talking to witness, potential suspects, and just basic old research.

  Michael was walking almost at the elevator bank when he heard someone calling his name. Derrick was walking towards him grinning from ear to ear, “hey Derrick thanks for seeing me on such short notice.”

  “No problem man, I’m always willing to help out a friend, follow me, I’m on the eighth floor.”

  Michael didn’t say anything until they reached Derrick’s office. He took a seat in the nearest chair facing Derrick’s desk. Derrick put down his briefcase sat down and turned on his computer, and then he faced Michael. “What’s up Mike?”

  “Okay I need you to tell me how trusts work. I know what a trust is, but I need more information.”

  “Well there are several types of trusts some are personal, non-profit organizations, and some involve companies. Rich or well established families set up trust funds for children or grandchildren as a means of providing income or a financial base for college educations. It’s also a smart way to avoid probate.

  “Could a trust involve company stock or is it usually just money and prope
rty?”

  “It can involve whatever the grantor of the trust wants covered within the trust.”

  “Let’s say I have a trust set up for my grandchild leaving him stock in a company and a company board position. What happens to that stock and board member position if my grandchild dies?”

  Derrick gave Michael a questioning glare, “are you working on a case trying to find a motive?”

  Michael grimaced he couldn’t give Derrick the details of the case. “Yes I’m working a case, and I can’t really talk about it.”

  “Man I thought you were interested in setting up a trust. The stipulations of a trust are set up by the grantor and that person could be the parents, grandparents, or what have you. Using your example, if the stock in question has voting power or part of a family company usually there are stipulations such as, say the child dies or is incapacitated the stock or property may revert to the family.”

  “So if these are voting shares, this is only important if the chairman or CEO needs all the voting shares to vote his or her way correct.”

  “I have a question for you, is the company privately held or is it public?”

  “I don’t know what difference does that make?”

  Michael was an ardent homicide detective, but sometimes he needed to get in touch with the living. “If the company went public that would mean it’s possible that the owner, chairmen, or CEO doesn’t have enough votes to maintain power, if he or she didn’t have the money to purchase the stock, it would be a good time to persuade family members to vote his or her way.”

  “So a major deal could be depended on all the share holders voting the CEO’s way.”

  “Exactly, having the majority of shares could eliminate the need for a vote.”

  “Thanks Derrick! You have been extremely helpful.”

  Derrick smirked, “you could have gotten the same information from the internet. Expand your horizons and join us in the 21st century.”

  “If I did that I wouldn’t have the pleasure of your company. Until the next time, I need to pick your brain, take care.” Michael’s blood lust was up; he needed to see Jenna now.

  ***

  Samantha had left hours ago leaving Jenna alone to dwell on Laura’s death. She could feel the tears rolling down her face, but she couldn’t help it. Someone was knocking at the door Jenna wondered who it could be. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and opened the door to find Justin Pickard of all people. “Justin I wasn't expecting to see you.”

  “I hate to bother you, can I please come in?”

  Jenna wanted to tell him no. There was something about him that made the fine hair on her forearms rise. “Sure you can come in for a moment or two, but then I have to leave for an appointment.”

  Jenna followed him into the living room. “What do you want Justin?”

  “Jenna since you no longer work for me, I was wondering if you could view me as a man instead of your ex-boss.”

  Jenna felt as if she were suddenly transported to Bizarro world. “Justin I never, ever led you to believe that I was interested in you.”

  Justin wanted to kiss Laura, no not Laura, Jenna; he wanted to kiss Jenna and show her what loving a real man feels like. “Jenna I know you had to hide your feelings for me in the work place, and I know I’m moving too fast. Please believe me when I say I return your feelings and there's no reason why we can't be together.”

  Jenna realized two things at once: Justin was as crazy as a loon, and she was trapped in her own home. “Justin I didn’t realize you felt this way. I don’t even know if I’m ready to start a new relationship. I just lost my job…”

  Justin reached out for Jenna; she must realize that he had nothing to do with the loss of her position. “Do you blame me?”

  “Of course not Justin, I know you did everything in you power to protect my job at the bank, and I’m truly grateful. I need some time to wrap my mind around this situation. I’m still mourning the loss of my sister, and I’m an emotional wreck right now.”

  “Dear Jenna I understand. I’ll give you the time you need because you’re worth the wait.”

  Jenna walked Justin to the door. “Thank you for understanding Justin.”

  Justin studied Jenna face; she would make a good wife and provide him with the family he always wanted. “Don’t make me wait too long Jenna”, or he would take the decision out of her hands. He hugged Jenna and kissed her on the cheek before leaving.

  Jenna quickly shut the door behind him and locked it. What in the hell just happened? Both Michael and Samantha said that Justin was trying to get into her panties, but she just ignored them. My God, they were right; she had to get off Justin’s radar. She needed a drink now more than ever; before she took two steps, she heard another knock at the door. This time she used the peephole before opening the door. Oh no, an extremely annoyed Detective Johnson was glaring at her from the other side of the door. This day just refused to climb out of the toilet.

  “Come on in Michael.”

  Michael rushed by Jenna as she shut and locked the door. “What was he doing in your home?’

  Before Jenna could answer, Michael was kissing her and stripping the clothes from her body. She only had on a sweat suit and she was naked underneath. Michael nipped her lip and kissed his way down her throat, he didn't stop until he reached her breasts. He spent an inordinate amount of time sucking one nipple while his fingers plucked the other one. He wanted to punish her by driving her crazy with lust.

  “Michael it’s not what you think!!”

  “Can that fucking pansy give you what I can? Can he make you come just by sucking these hard berries?” Jenna didn’t respond fast enough for him. “Can he?”

  “No! No one can.” Jenna felt the wetness from her pussy on her thighs. She needed Michael to fuck her with his long, thick cock. “Please fuck me Michael; no one can give me what you can.”

  Michael ran his fingers down Jenna’s body he didn’t stop until he reached the plump lips of her pussy. He could smell her arousal, and he could feel her cum on his fingers. Jenna was begging him to fuck her, part of him wanted to fuck her, and another part of him wanted to punish her. Michael didn’t want to fuck her against the door, oh no, what he had in mind required a bed. “Get your ass upstairs now?” Michael could see that Jenna was fighting her feelings trying to stand her ground, but lust won out. She turned around fleeing up the stairs, and he was hard on her heels.

  She moved slowly, so Michael picked her and carried her to the bedroom. Jenna knew Michael was angry that Justin was over her house. She would be getting the high hard one soon. If the log, in his pants, is an indication. Michael tossed her on the bed and tore off his shirt. Buttons popped as the clothes fell from his body. Jenna spread her legs as far as they would go; she wanted him to get a good look. She spread the lips of her pussy with her fingers and massaged her clit.

  Michael licked his lips, Jenna needed to be taught a lesson, and he was the only man for the job. “What did I tell you about touching my pussy? You don’t touch it unless I tell you too, if it takes all day, you will learn this lesson Jenna.”

  Jenna continued to stroke her clit and stuck two of her fingers deeper into her pussy. “Make me!”

  “That's it!” Michael grabbed both of Jenna’s wrists, and he took his handcuffs out of his pocket. He weaved the handcuffs through the headboard and put them on her wrists. He finished undressing and stood there for several moments watching the creaminess of Jenna’s skin. He used his knees to keep Jenna’s legs open and began spanking her pussy.

  Jenna was unprepared for the feelings the spanking of her pussy gave her. “Michael, please.” Michael wasn’t listening he continued to spank her pussy until she came. “Michael!”

  “That’ right baby, you like that don’t you.” Michael lowered his head between Jenna legs and lapped up her cream, he grazed his teeth across her clit, and she came again right into his mouth. She tasted sweet and tangy just like a woman, his woman. He reached for
a condom, he was going to fuck her slow, so slow she would beg him for mercy.

  Jenna shook her head; she wanted to feel Michael’s cock pulsating inside her without a condom. “No condom Michael, I want to feel all of you inside of me.”

  Michael touched her stomach, Lord he would love to make her pregnant. “Jenna I could give you a baby, are you sure about this?”

  “I’m on birth control; take me Michael I want to feel everything.”

  Michael didn’t need to be asked twice, his cock seemed to have a mind of its own. His cock plundered through the lips of Jenna’s pussy, making her gasp as she bucked up against him stroke for stroke. He kept pounding her pussy for several minutes before slowing his movements, “I know you like it nice and slow?”

  Jenna lost count of how many times she came, with her wrists handcuffed to the bedpost she didn’t have a lot of leverage. “Michael quit playing games and fuck me harder!”

  “Does this pussy belong to me?” Michael continued to drive his cock slowly in and out of Jenna’s heated core.

  “I told you before it belongs to you.”

  “Now, tell me why Justin Pickard was here today!”

  “He just came to apologize for firing me, that’s all.”

  Michael gave Jenna a feral grin, “I know he wants to get into your pants, did you tell him that you’re my woman?”

  “No I just thanked him and asked him to leave.” There’s no way she would tell Michael the real reason Justin stopped by, he would have a fit.

  “I think you're being less than truthful with me. If I catch him over here again, I will beat him as if he’s a trespasser, and then I will start on you.” Michael felt his balls tightened, he started yelling as stream after stream of his come filled Jenna’s pussy. “Baby that was so good I don’t’ ever want to use a condom again. I want you to feel everything I have to give.

  Michael tried pulling his cock out, but Jenna tightened the walls of her pussy trying to hold him in. “Stay inside of me, just a little while longer.”