Hurricane Winds [Cajun Erotica Book 4]
Cajun Erotica

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Reviews For CAJUN EROTICA Book 4: HURRICANE WINDS by Cheri Valmont

"...Hurricane Winds was a good read, and I would definitely recommend it..." -Christine, Simply Romance Reviews

Hurricane Winds was a sensual story that had great sparkling passion. You could just feel the fire in Tanner’s eyes when he bore down on Carrie. HOT! Cheri Valmont is as HOT as her books are! I was amazed at finding myself unable to put this book down. I enjoyed it!
Deb, Moondance Reviews

Excerpt

Being that they were of a height, Carrie could feel the hardening of Tanner’s shaft against her lower belly.

She wanted to groan out loud. If they had not been in a dancehall filled with their family members, she could not have suppressed her urge to rub herself against him. Good Lord! What were they going to do? As soon as the dance was over and they moved apart, she was sure everyone couldn’t help but notice Tanner’s impressive hard-on. By the feel of its long, thick length, Carrie had no doubt it would be impressive.
Christ! She had to stop thinking like this.

“Tanner?” Carrie hissed into his ear, as she turned her head toward him.

“Hmm?” He answered her as if he himself was in a daze.

“We have to get out of here.”

“Hmm, what?” It was as if he’d finally come back to reality. “What did you say?”

“Damn you, Tanner Sandoval,” she fussed. “Do you think you’ll be able to hide your…eh…condition when this dance is over?”

“Shit!” he pronounced, as he just seemed to realize the validity of her statement. “Sorry!” With that said, he moved away from her, so their bodies were no longer touching so intimately. He pulled her right hand from around his neck so he could go back to just holding it in his own. When Carrie looked into his face, she was surprised to see the redness of embarrassment touching his cheekbones.

Tanner swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe his body had reacted so violently to an innocent dance with Carrie. He felt as green as a pimply teenager with his first girlfriend. As soon as he’d felt the tight peaks of Carrie’s nipples through the material of their wedding garb, his dick had sprung to life. He would like to blame it on the fact that he’d rarely had sex since moving back to Lafayette from Baton Rouge. The last few months he seemed to have lost that kind of interest in women. In other women, he should say. That he blamed on the fact that he and Carrie had seemed locked in a battle of wills around the body shop. It was as if all his energy was concentrated on their situation. If he were honest with himself, he would admit that he’d had thoughts of Carrie in other than a purely business regard. In truth, he couldn’t count the times on both hands that he’d awoken in the midst of a highly erotic dream with his nemesis in a starring role.
“The song’s ending,” Carrie warned him, “follow me.”

As soon as the last hint of the song’s lyrics trailed away, Carrie grabbed his hand, pulling him along behind her.

Tanner had to chuckle. “Carrie, slow down,” he told her, “everyone is going to think you’re rushing me away to take advantage of me.”

Carrie looked back over her shoulder, giving him a displeased frown.

“You know you shouldn’t do that,” Tanner informed her with an unrepentant grin. Why was he feeling so pleased with himself, as he let Carrie lead him through the throng of people in the bar portion of Te Cher’s? Most of them were gathered around the opening leading from the dance floor, so they could get a glimpse of the bride and groom and the rest of the wedding party all dancing in their finery.

Carrie was pulling him behind her so that his shocking condition would not be visible to all and sundry.
As soon as she pulled him out of the front door of the bar and out of the patron’s line of vision, Carrie dropped his arm; she’d practically been holding it around her waist. When Carrie realized others were milling about outside on the uncharacteristically mild summer day, talking and smoking cigarettes, she grabbed his arm again and went hurrying across the narrow road to the parking lot.

Once they were in between cars, Tanner remarked, “Can I have my arm back now?”

“Are you decent?” she inquired shortly.

That did have Tanner barking with laughter. “Ha! I’m always decent. But now if you were to ask me, am I proper, you might get a different response. What are you doing?”

“Where is your truck?”

Tanner chuckled. “Why? Are you wanting to neck, Carrie Ann?”

Carrie whirled around on him. “This is not funny, Tanner! Do you know how embarrassing it would have been for our families to notice your…ahmm…condition?”

Tanner had to admit; Carrie all fired up like this was a turn-on. Her eyes were flashing fire. The olive complexioned skin over her high cheekbones was flushed with heat. Could he hope it was mostly desire and not just anger causing such a response? He was surprised she’d done nothing to hide her nipples, which were still very tight and clearly visible through the satiny material of her dress. His rod twitched in his trousers. Just looking at her right now made him wish there was a nearby place they could have a little privacy. Although if he suggested an interlude at this moment, she would probably smack him.

“Come on,” Tanner said with a sigh of resignation. He grabbed her hand as he moved toward his truck, which he’d brought today instead of his Harley. Seeing as he was in a tux, he’d not wanted to take a chance of ruining it by riding his motorcycle. His truck was a double cab, three quarter ton gray pick-up. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out his keys, pointing the keyless entry device toward it and pressing the button.
If he was expecting Carrie to protest, he was wrong. When he opened the passenger side door, she let him help her up into the cab. As he moved around the front of his truck, he could feel her eyes watching him. What would she say to him? Would she berate him for having such an immature response to their closeness? Or did she have something else in mind? Tanner had to admit that was the much better prospect as far as he was concerned.

When he settled in the driver’s side seat, he started up the truck to get the a/c going. Although it was a mild day by Louisiana standards, it was still warm in the confines of the previously enclosed interior of his truck. With the a/c quickly cooling the cab, Tanner slid his right arm across the back of the leather bucket seat, which Carrie occupied.

Warily, Carrie glanced up at it before turning to face him. Surreptitiously, she glanced down at his crotch and then as if mortified at what she’d just done, she jerked her gaze away from where his member was still slightly visible.

“I’m…oh crap…I’m sorry,” she apologized to him, and looked around the interior of his truck, so she could avoid eye contact with him, he suspected.

When Tanner leaned over to touch her back, she gasped and jerked in response, trying to pull away from him. “Don’t,” he warned her against his will. He didn’t want her to despise his touch. He wanted her to crave it. As he seemed to crave hers right now.

Her gaze flew to his face in surprise. “I’m—”

“Don’t say I’m sorry,” Tanner told her. “Do you hate my touch?” There. He’d asked one of the questions that had been plaguing him for months.

His question obviously surprised her. Her mouth opened and closed, as if his words had left her speechless. Again. Would she lie to him for the sake of keeping their relationship strictly professional or tell him the truth? She was fighting her feelings. He could tell by the expression on her lovely, flushed face. Did she fear him for some reason? That in itself didn’t set well with him.

“No,” at last she responded to his question, looking a bit shamefaced. “I don’t hate you touching me, Tanner. It’s just that…”

“It’s just that what?” he encouraged her.

“I’m…” she tried again and then grimaced.

Tanner frowned. He had a feeling he knew what she wanted to say. And he didn’t like it one little bit. Sliding his right forefinger gently beneath her chin, he lifted her face, so he could look into her eyes. The depths of her eyes shimmered, as if she was on the very edge of crying.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked her, incredulously.

“Not of you physically,” she admitted quickly, then, “well, not in the way you mean.” She reached up as if to disengage her chin from his light touch, but then let her hand linger over his.

Suddenly, Tanner noticed the way her expression softened. He’d never received such a look from her in the turbulent past of their relationship. It was a look she might conceivably bestow on her…brother. Oh, no! She wasn’t going to relegate him into the position of a well-loved friend or…God help him…brother.

Pushing his hand up into her hair, Tanner leaned down to kiss her. He’d be damned if he’d let her place him into the category of a platonic friend. He could never be just Carrie’s friend. He expected a token protest, at least. But as Tanner slid his other arm around her waist to pull her closer to him, Carrie moaned and, to his delight, arched into his embrace. He couldn’t prevent his own groan, when he felt the highly arousing touch of her pebbled nipples through the material of his shirt.

Sweet Mother! Tanner slanted his mouth over hers, hungrily. She was more responsive to him than he could have ever imagined. It was taking every bit of his will power not strip her naked right here in his truck, in broad daylight, with God only knew how many witnesses that might happen by.

“Oh, Tanner…” Carrie gasped out as he journeyed with his mouth and lips across her face, almost frantic in his need to feel her, touch her, taste her.

Tanner gloried in the feel of her searching, caressing hands against his body. Just by the way she was touching him, Tanner knew Carrie was as tempted as he was to tear at his clothing, removing the last barrier to feel skin against skin. As Tanner pressed kisses down Carrie’s face, he felt her hand move into his hair, her fingers flexing, as if loving the feel of his hair in her hand. With a soft sigh, Carrie let her head fall back, offering Tanner the tempting line of her graceful throat. Not a man to shun such a delightful gift, Tanner sucked and laved her fragrant skin, before settling on the bounding pulse beating at the base of her throat.

“Oh…God…” she moaned when Tanner pushed her shear shawl down her arms.

Her off-the-shoulder dress gave him easy access to her tempting curves. But even in the throes of his passion, Tanner never completely forgot where they were, and that anyone could see if he pushed her gown down to expose her breasts. Damn! He wished they had more privacy. Then a thought struck him.

“What…” Carrie began as Tanner moved away from her.

He reached behind his seat to the windshield cover he usually put up to protect the interior of his truck from the blistering Louisiana sun. That completed, he sat back and pushed his seat as far back as it would go.

“What are you…” Carrie gasped. She squealed when Tanner leaned over and grabbed her, pulling her over the console that separated the two front seats.

“Sshhh,” Tanner told her as he settled her on his lap, her long legs draped over the console. “How’s that?”
Carrie looked flabbergasted at his antics. “How’s what?”

Tanner grinned at her. “Doesn’t this feel better?” Even as he said the words, he flexed his cock against her backside.

His grin widened when her eyes fluttered closed, and as if against her will, she moaned and wriggled against his hardness. He was surprised when she admitted truthfully, “Mmm, much better.”

With a little more force, Tanner returned to his much anticipated seduction of the desirable Carrie Ann. He cradled the side of her face, before leaning over to resume kissing her. Harder this time. Knowing now that anyone who wanted to see inside his truck would have to move around to the dark-tinted side windows, he felt free to caress her as he wished.

Cradling her in the crook of his left arm, Tanner used his right hand to knead and pet her. Her skin felt silky, as luxurious as the softness of Kashmir. The feel sent a jolt of excitement searing through his body. The moan Carrie emitted when he brushed the turgid tips of her breasts with the back of his fingers caused a cock-swelling reaction from Tanner.

Obviously, Carrie noted his eager response, because after wriggling against him again, she leaned toward him, giving them full access to each other. With one arm around his neck, Carrie leaned in to do some kissing of her own. And while she had Tanner fully occupied with that, she touched the hardness of his pulsing cock.

“Mmm…ah,” Tanner let out, surprised at the jerking response of his body to her intimate touch, unexpected as it was.

“Sshhh,” she encouraged, as she pressed another hard kiss to his lips with a slight, provocative smile of her own.

He would have never imagined as they were walking down the church aisle this morning that they would end up in such a sexy situation. Would she regret this later? Right now, her lust was riding her hard; but would she hate him once the fever of lust had died down? He should stop this. She’d already told him that she didn’t want to mix business with pleasure. Why, he didn’t know. But he was determined to find out.
His thoughts scattered as Carrie reached down to release his cock from its confinement. “Oh, shit…” he groaned, as his dick swelled to painful at the unfamiliar touch of Carrie’s hand on his heated skin.

Christ! They were like a couple of high school kids flushed with the excitement of first passions. Relegated to heavy petting in a car to avoid disapproving parents. To hell with it! It felt damn good to have Carrie pumping his throbbing cock in her soft hand. Not to be outdone, Tanner pushed the top of her dress and strapless bra down so he could feel the lush flesh of her tits in his hands.

“Oh…ah…mmm,” Carrie moaned, and her lids fluttered closed as Tanner exposed the naturally dark skin of her luscious breasts to his avid gaze. Her breasts were gorgeous. He couldn’t think of another word to describe them. They were high, firm and large, with dusky large areolas crowned with such appetizingly tight peaks. Tanner couldn’t suppress his instinctive urge to suckle her.

He grabbed her left breast, kneading a little roughly, pinching her peak sharply, his cock pulsing in her hand at the sound of her sharp surprised gasp. Her reflex was to squeeze his hard length, extracting a pleased groan from him. While Carrie continued pumping him, Tanner leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth.

“Oh…oh…” she gasped out. Every time Tanner nipped and laved her now elongated tip, Carrie got rougher and rougher with her pumping. He loved it rough! And he wanted more!

Tanner let her nipple pop from his mouth as he sat up and returned to kissing her. Holding her close but still giving her enough room to continue her petting of his cock, he slid his right hand down her silk covered legs, until he reached the hem of her dress. He could feel her legs thrashing beneath it. She was impatient. She probably wanted to feel the intimate touch of his hands as much as he wanted to give it.
He continued kissing her as he let his hand roam up her stockinged legs. Her legs were long and supple.
Carrie wasn’t too thin, having the right amount of curves to seduce any man, him in particular.

“Mmm, hurry, Tanner…” she encouraged him.

Leaving playtime behind, Tanner stuck his thumb into the top edge of Carrie’s pantyhose. With the help of her lifting her hips, he was able to push them down to below her thighs, and thus leaving her exposed to his caressing hand. And he wasted no time before cupping the silkiness of her thatch in his large hand, pushing his forefinger through the moist curls to discover the swollen flesh of her clit.

“Oh…mmm,” she cried as her hips undulated upwards, as if desperately craving the intimacy of his touch within her body.

Her movements were frantic and hurried. As if her climax would crash over her at any moment, she turned toward him, rubbing herself against his probing hand. Oh, God! The more he caressed her, the harder she pumped his dick. He wanted to come as desperately as she appeared to want do the same. Shit! Did he have any… Wait!

“Carrie, babe, hold on,” he instructed her. He leaned over her to reach his glove compartment. Carrie whimpered a little at the loss of his caressing hand on her pussy and gazed at what he was doing with a dazed expression on her face.

When Tanner found what he was looking for, he sat back. He meant to take his arm from around her to take care of his problem, but Carrie seemed to realize what he was doing, and snatched the red foil packet away from him to take care of it herself.

She opened the packet and rolled the condom onto his engorged penis. He enjoyed the feel of her hands manipulating his responsive flesh, eliciting a groan from him. While he took pleasure in watching her resume her pumping of his dick, Tanner returned his caressing hand beneath the lavender satin of her skirt and leaned down to begin kissing her again.

Now he felt free to probe the silken wet folds of her pussy. “Oh… yeah,” he murmured against her lips, as he pushed his second finger into the slickness of her vagina, leaving his thumb and forefinger to tease her clit.

“Ah…ah…mmm,” she moaned and gasped, then sighed as Tanner pushed his finger as far into her body as he could. As she rubbed herself against his hand, Carrie increased the pumping action of her hand against his body.

Tanner took the time to fuck her with his finger, relishing the sounds of her enjoyment. But when he realized he didn’t have much time before his own explosion, Tanner pulled his finger out of her pussy so he could rub her clit.

“Please, Tanner…please…” she cried as she jerked her cunt up against his hand, helping with her own movements to increase her pleasure.

As Tanner vigorously rubbed her clit, Carrie began jerking him off in earnest. They were kissing each other now as if they fought. It was rough, and hot! And he was loving every minute of it!

He ripped away from her mouth. “Baby, I’m coming!” he almost yelled, but he continued his assault on her clit, even as his hips pushed her higher and his muscles clenched with his impending explosion.

“Ah, Tanner…please…please…”she begged him. Instinctively knowing what she wanted, Tanner rubbed her clit harder, became rougher as she cried out and her climax drove her on relentlessly, and seemed to be pushing her to her limit.

“Ah sweet…” Tanner let out as he responded to her continued rough and highly erotic jerking hand. His cum shot from his body with a force that was incomparable to anything he’d ever experienced in his life. And that was saying something. He could only imagine what it would have been like if he’d been sheathed in her pussy instead of just in her hand.

“Ah…ah…yes…” Carrie’s hips were still undulating, but slower now. “Mmm…” she moaned as she turned to kiss him again.

Tanner hated to let her go. He had a sinking suspicion that she would regret what just happened between them. Even though he knew he probably shouldn’t do it, Tanner resumed playing with her clit and rubbing the tiny jewel with concentrated effort.

“Oh…” Carrie groaned as her sensitized skin came immediately to life again. “Tanner?”

Tanner leaned down to give her another rough kiss. “Don’t think now, Carrie Ann, just enjoy,” he advised her. Now that he’d gotten his own needs out of the way, he could concentrate totally on her.

He pushed his left arm lower on her back until she was arched backward and he could lean down to suckle her breasts, while he fingered her pussy.

Loving the sounds coming from the back of Carrie’s throat, Tanner set about giving her a climax she would not soon forget. He laved and sucked her peaks into turgid points, never forgetting to continue playing with her clit and periodically using his finger to fuck her, first lightly, then roughly.

Before long, he had her moaning and crying with ecstasy, and the sound of his name on her tongue was getting him hard again. He’d not meant for that to happen; but how could he help it? She was the epitome of all things sexual as far as he was concerned. Her responses to his touch were driving him mad with desire. As Carrie reached her climax, her body bowed over his arm and the console of his truck, encouraging him to continue his erotic assault on her body. And continue he did!

Sweet mercy! As the spasms wracked her body, and she writhed against him in ecstasy, Tanner’s body responded involuntarily, and as her body sagged wearily against him, his body jerked against her as he came again, shooting his cum into the condom that had remained on while he’d continued giving her pleasure.

Now it was his turn to sag back into his seat, while he pulled Carrie closer so she could rest her head against his chest. She pushed her arms around his neck so she could kiss him. After they kissed softly for a few minutes, Tanner helped her straighten her dress.

As the silence continued, Tanner had to wonder what was going through her mind. She didn’t seem angry. But Carrie’s manner was normally stoic in most instances so he couldn’t say for sure if she was or wasn’t angry. She moved over the console and back into the passenger seat. Tanner quickly took care of his used condom, tying it and putting it into his unused ashtray, until he could dispose of it properly. After straightening up his own disheveled appearance, he turned to her.

Her breathing was still coming softly, as if she was not quite over her climaxes yet. He watched as she pulled down the visor to check her appearance. She fussed with her hair, groaned over her lips, which no one would have any doubt had just been thoroughly kissed. They were swollen with a natural redness that just made them look…so damn kissable.

Now that they were both fully clothed, she glanced at him. He would have been a fool if he didn’t notice the wariness with which she looked at him.

“Should I apologize?” Tanner asked, with a shrug of his shoulders.

“What?” Carrie’s gaze narrowed on him.

“I mean…I know how you feel…about…”

Shit! Why did he feel like such a naïve idiot with her?

He coughed to clear his suddenly dry throat and tried again. “I know how you feel about business and pleasure. It was never my intention to do anything that would make work feel weird for either one of us.” Did that come out right? Suddenly, his collar seemed two sizes too small, and he stuck a finger between it and his neck and pulled. Oh, damn! The sweet, erotic smell of her pussy, which lingered on his fingers, drifted up to tease and tantalize him. He felt his dick twitch again.

As inwardly he cursed his overly responsive cock, he glanced at her guiltily, hoping she couldn’t decipher his present uncomfortable dilemma. But she was looking toward him with a glazed look in her eyes, as if not really seeing him, but into him.

“I…” she started, then tried again, “I think you’re right. We should just forget this ever happened.”

“Now, hold on,” Tanner responded defensively. “That’s not what I meant at all.”

“It wasn’t?” she asked, moving as if to reach for the truck door so she could leave.

Tanner leaned across the console to put a restraining hand on her arm. “Carrie, don’t leave yet. Let’s talk about this.”

Carrie brushed his hand off as if impatient to leave him. “Really, it’s all right, Tanner. The last thing I want is for things to get weird at work. It’s my fault. Really.” Even as she admitted to feeling guilty over what had just happened between them, she wouldn’t even turn back to look at him.

He didn’t care what she was trying to say; she blamed him. He was certain of it. Maybe she didn’t say it in words, but her actions spoke much louder than any mere words ever could.

When he released her arm, and Carrie moved to leave him, he told her, “This isn’t over, Carrie.”

“What?” she asked faintly, as she glanced over her shoulder with fear on her face.

Damn it all to hell! What was she so afraid of? Had something happened in her past to make her fear him? He might sometimes come across as a charming bully, but he was positive he’d never said anything to her to make her think he was cruel or hurtful. Had he handled her too roughly during their interlude? She seemed to relish his treatment at the time.

Carrie Ann Horville was hiding something from him. And he meant to discover her secret.
“I mean we’ll talk about this later.”

She laughed nervously. “Oh, sure. We’ll talk later. I think it’s time we get back before too many people realize how long we’ve been gone.”