Page 11 of Her Mountain Man Giant (Crave County: Mountain Men Love Curves #5)

VIOLET

I tap away on my keyboard, the words flowing from my fingertips as I reach the end of the paragraph.

Then I pause, looking out the window at the forest outside, the pines swaying in the wind.

From here, I have a perfect view of the tree stump that Tanner uses when he’s chopping up wood—he’s out there right now in a red plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up as he smashes his axe against a log.

I watch him eagerly, eyeing the way his muscles ripple, his arms bulging with every swish of the blade.

My husband is always good for inspiration.

When I finally finished my mountain man romance, I was pretty apprehensive.

It was totally different from my first book, and I didn’t expect to find a publisher.

But to my surprise, the same company that published my cowboy romance snapped it up, and it ended up outselling my debut, earning me a five-book contract.

I’m almost finished working on the third book.

Conjuring up a hero comes easily now that I have Tanner.

I work little pieces of him into every book—the things he says, his mannerisms, the way he looks.

He believed in me when nobody else did, and every book I write is dedicated to him.

I finish the rest of the chapter and save the document.

Then I heave myself out of my desk chair, feeling a firm kick against my hand as I rest it on my swollen belly.

Getting up isn’t as easy as it used to be now that I’m seven months pregnant.

My due date is coming around fast, and my excitement is building every day, growing along with my belly.

We’re going to call our baby boy Caleb Jason Greene, in honor of Tanner’s brother. It feels like a fitting tribute.

I turn off the lights in my office and close the door behind me before heading outside to see Tanner.

I can hear the thud of his axe, the crack of wood, and the sound makes me smile.

It reminds me of the first time I saw him chopping wood out in the forest, and I round the side of our cabin, my heart thudding when Tanner looks up from his work.

He’s even more handsome now, wild and rugged, his beard more salt than pepper these days.

There’s a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there before, a happiness he can’t contain. He drops his axe and strides toward me.

“Come here, beautiful,” he says, wrapping his arm around me. “I missed you.”

I grin up at him. We saw each other less than an hour ago, when he came into my office to bring me a glass of lemonade.

“I missed you, too. I finished the chapter! Only two more to go.”

Tanner presses a kiss against my forehead. “That’s awesome. You deserve a break, sugar.” He pulls me gently back toward the cabin. “Let’s head inside. I’ll get you some chocolate.”

I giggle. “You know me too well.”

Chocolate has been my kryptonite ever since I got pregnant. I’m never not craving it—chocolate bars, chocolate ice cream, chocolate brownies. Tanner keeps the kitchen fully stocked with all my favorites. He sure knows the way to a woman’s heart.

Back in the cabin, I ease myself onto the couch while Tanner heads into the kitchen, returning with a Hershey bar. I unwrap it and break off a few squares for him before taking a big bite, devouring the creamy chocolate with a hum of satisfaction.

“God, I needed that.”

Tanner smiles at me beneath his beard and wraps a powerful arm around me, resting his free hand on my stomach. He keeps his eyes on me, his gaze roaming from my face to my belly.

“I swear you get more beautiful every day.”

I beam at him, chuckling slightly. “Well, I certainly get bigger every day.”

“You’re carrying our baby, Violet…and you look sexy as hell doing it.”

I glow with pleasure at his words. Tanner seems to love my pregnant body. He can’t keep his hands off me, telling me every day how beautiful I am, even on the days when I feel about as sexy as a baked potato.

“Thank you,” I tell him, kissing his grizzled cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Just telling the truth, sugar.”

I melt against him with a sigh of contentment, propping up my swollen feet on the footstool.

Rain starts to patter softly against the window.

My eyes flutter closed as Tanner strokes my hair, running his hands through the long strands.

It feels good. I let myself relax, melting back against the couch cushions when a sharp knock sounds at the door.

“Don’t even think about it,” Tanner says as I start to get up. “You stay here and rest.”

He presses a kiss on my forehead and stands up. I twist in my seat and look toward the door as it opens to reveal Wyatt, our neighbor, standing outside in the rain.

“Hi, Wyatt!” I call from the couch.

“Hey.” He raises a hand to greet me from the doorway. “Sorry to bother you.”

“You want to come in?” Tanner asks him. “Get out of the rain?”

“No, that’s okay. Just came to give you these.” He holds out a tray covered in foil. “Isabelle baked some brownies yesterday. She was craving them like crazy, but today she can’t stand the sight of them.”

I chuckle knowingly. Isabelle is Wyatt’s wife, and she’s even more pregnant than I am—just a couple of weeks from the nine-month mark. We hang out all the time, and it’s been great to have a friend who is experiencing all the same things I am, including insane cravings for chocolate.

“Anyway, she thought you might appreciate them,” Wyatt continues. He already looks impatient to get back to his wife, taking a step away from the door.

“Thank you!” I say brightly. “And thank Isabelle for me, too. Tell her I’ll see her soon.”

“Will do.” He nods at us in parting. “Stay safe tonight. This storm’s gonna turn nasty.”

He heads back the way he came, and Tanner closes the door behind him, setting the tray of brownies on the table.

“A nasty storm, huh?” he says, sitting back down beside me. “Guess we’re not going anywhere for a little while, sugar.”

I feel his eyes on me, burning into the side of my face. “I guess not.”

“Have to find a way to keep ourselves occupied.”

I smile at him teasingly. “Cards? Charades?”

Tanner grunts, his hand grazing the hem of my summer dress. “I have something else in mind.” His fingers dip beneath the fabric, brushing my inner thigh, and I shudder at his touch.

“What kind of something?” I ask, my breath hitching.

“I’ll show you.”

He leans in and captures my lips in a searing kiss, his beard rough against my chin as he moves his mouth against mine.

I can still taste chocolate on his tongue as it pushes between my lips, hot and hungry, desire pooling between my legs as he reaches a hand into my panties.

He plays with my clit, teasing the swollen nub, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

I want more.

I need more.

Tanner seems to read my thoughts. He knows my body—knows exactly what I want—and he doesn’t make me wait.

Breaking our kiss, he stands up from the couch and tugs down his jeans and boxers in one quick movement, letting his hard cock spring free.

My core throbs hard, anticipation flooding through me as he takes my hand, guiding me into our bedroom, his eyes burning into me all the way.

The rain is heavier now, pounding against the bedroom windows as Tanner slides down my panties, tossing them aside before he lies back on the bed.

He pulls me on top of him, careful not to hurt my bump, holding his huge cock in one hand and guiding me onto it with the other.

I slide onto it with a moan, resting my hands on his vast shoulders.

“That feel better, sugar?” Tanner growls, breathing hard.

I nod eagerly, savoring the way he fills up my aching core, stretching me open. It feels so good, and I rock against him, gasping at how deep he is.

“Good girl.” He grabs my hips, helping me move against him. “Ride my cock just like that.”

I do as he says, grinding my clit against him, panting as he bucks his hips and thrusts his cock up into me. We find our rhythm, bodies slapping together in time, the friction making my head spin.

“Oh, Tanner!”

“You like that, don’t you, sugar?” He grabs my ass, moving me savagely against him. “You like taking your husband’s cock.”

I shudder, flushing with pleasure. “Y-yes!”

“Good girl. Keep those eyes on me.”

I force my eyes open, meeting my husband’s gaze as he stuffs me full of his giant cock again and again. My hands grab at his plaid shirt, clawing at the fabric in a frenzy as he pushes me closer to the edge.

“You’re mine, Violet.” His voice is a deep, possessive growl. “Mine.”

I nod, sobbing as my orgasm builds inside me, swelling like a storm cloud. The world narrows until there’s nothing but those feral green eyes, the brutal pounding of Tanner’s cock inside me, and I finally let go with a cry of pleasure.

“Yes! Tanner!”

I’m trembling all over, every muscle pulsing with release as I come. His hips jerk upward a few more times, his breathing ragged before his cock explodes, spurting hot cum inside me.

“Fuck,” he mutters as we shudder through the aftershocks, “come here, beautiful.”

He gently eases me onto the bed beside him, pulling my back to his chest. His hand rests protectively on my belly as he brushes feathery kisses along my shoulder, up my neck.

“You’re incredible, Violet. How did I get so damn lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” I say, melting back against him with a smile.

He makes a noise in his throat. “I mean it, sugar. You’ve changed my whole world. I was so broken before I met you—I didn’t even realize how much. Now I’m the happiest man alive, and it’s all thanks to you.” His voice catches and he squeezes me gently against him. “I love you so much.”

Gently, I roll over to face him, looking into his handsome face. There’s a shimmer of emotion in his eyes, and I feel my heart swell as I look at my husband, the father of my baby, my biggest inspiration.

“I love you too, Tanner. More than anything.”

Life with my mountain man is a dream come true, and as I rest my hand on my bump, my fingers brushing Tanner’s, I know things are only going to get better.