Page 9 of Her Mountain Man Giant (Crave County: Mountain Men Love Curves #5)

VIOLET

I watch breathlessly as Tanner drops his boxers, kicking them aside until he’s standing naked in front of me.

I have to stop my mouth from falling open.

He really is a giant in every sense of the word.

His cock is just as big as the rest of him, thick and meaty, and desire throbs between my thighs as I take in his naked body.

His bulging biceps—as thick as tree trunks.

The dark swirls of ink that cover his chiseled chest. His powerful thigh muscles.

He looks like he was carved from the mountain itself as he hulks over the bed.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the sheer size of him.

He climbs on top of me, his body covering mine—hardness meeting softness. His beard brushes against my chin, those olive green eyes burning into me as he positions himself between my thighs. I feel his cock poking against me, hard as stone, and my heart stutters nervously.

“Will it hurt?” I ask.

Tanner’s voice is low. “I don’t know, sugar. Never done this before.”

I blink at him. “You mean…you’re a virgin too?”

He nods, and I struggle to hide my shock.

“I avoided dating when I was younger,” he says.

“Didn’t want anything getting in the way of basketball.

Then after I moved out here, I kept to myself.

Never met anybody I wanted until you, Violet.

” His words send a shiver of pleasure through me, and I relax slightly.

Somehow, it makes me feel better knowing this is his first time, too.

“I won’t let myself hurt you,” he continues. “I’ll take care of you.” Then he leans in, pressing a kiss against my forehead. “Hold on to me, sugar.”

I do as he says, wrapping my arms around his neck. His cock pushes against my entrance, the tip stretching me open as he inches inside me. A gasp lodges in my throat, my eyes watering as Tanner thrusts forward in one fluid movement, bottoming out inside me.

Oh, God, he’s so big.

The pressure, the friction—it’s so overwhelming I can hardly breathe. It feels like he’s splitting me in half, pleasure and pain burning through me all at once. Tanner rests his forehead against mine, groaning deeply as I squirm around his cock.

“How does it feel, sugar?”

“Good…really good.”

It’s hard for me to put into words the mixture of sensations. The delicious sting as his cock stretches me apart. The deep hunger for him to move inside me…to fuck me.

Tanner doesn’t keep me waiting. He rocks his hips, gently at first, thrusting into me in a steady rhythm.

His body rubs against mine, grinding against my clit, his chest brushing my sensitive nipples and sending a buzz of pleasure through me.

His eyes lock onto mine, his jaw set as he picks up the pace.

“You like that, sugar?”

“Yes…”

“Ready for more?”

I nod eagerly, and he makes a noise deep in his throat before he crushes his lips to mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth as he starts to fuck me harder.

Oh!

He swallows my cries, his breath hot against mine as our bodies slap together.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the bedsprings creak in time with Tanner’s hard thrusts.

The sound mingles with the raging storm outside, thunder roaring somewhere overhead—but I barely hear it.

All my focus is on Tanner as his cock fills me up over and over, setting my nerves alight with a raw, animal pleasure I’ve never felt before.

“You’re mine, Violet,” he growls as he breaks our kiss, staring at me hungrily. “All mine. Say it.”

I feel the truth of his words deep in my bones. Since we met, all I’ve wanted to do is surrender myself to him. It feels so right.

“I’m yours, Tanner. I’m yours.”

“Good girl.” He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head. “Now keep those pretty eyes on me. Don’t look away.”

The intensity is almost too much. I can’t move. His body presses down against mine, skin on skin, the wet smacking sounds of sex filling the room. Tanner’s rhythm is brutal. Animal. And there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m powerless beneath him, trapped by his size, his raw strength.

But I love it.

He’s showing me who I belong to.

“My perfect girl,” he mutters, teeth gritted like he’s trying to hold back. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock inside you.”

I left coherent speech behind a long time ago. Instead, a desperate sob rips from my throat, my whole body trembling as I start to buck my hips. I meet Tanner’s thrusts, taking him deeper, losing myself in his intense green eyes.

“Good girl. Just like that, sugar. Take my cock.”

I can’t hold on much longer. Pressure is building between my legs, a balloon ready to burst at any moment. I squeeze Tanner’s hands, resisting the urge to close my eyes as my pussy starts to throb, every muscle clenching tight.

“Fuck, you’re gonna come for me,” Tanner grunts. “I can feel it.”

I nod, panting hard, my vision blurring.

“Come for me, sugar. Come on my cock.”

Everything stills—the calm before the storm.

Then the world explodes. I scream Tanner’s name as pleasure rockets through me, pulsing from head to toe as I writhe beneath him.

His eyes never once leave mine as he fucks me, drawing out every last wave of my orgasm until I’m shaking.

I see his face tense, his rhythm turning jerky and desperate.

With a strangled cry, he spills his warm cum inside me, filling me up until we’re both spent.

Tanner collapses beside me, pulling my slack body against him, my back to his chest. We stay like that for a long time. Gradually, our breathing slows, the world coming back into focus, and I feel Tanner press a soft kiss on my head.

“You okay, sugar?”

I grin to myself, turning over to face him. He’s looking at me like he can’t believe I’m real, eyes shining with affection.

“Better than okay,” I tell him. “That was amazing.”

“It was. You were perfect.”

“You too.” I smile. “I have some great new ideas for my book after that.”

Tanner chuckles. He reaches out to cup my cheek, running the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Then he kisses me. His mouth is gentle against mine, softer than before, and I let myself melt against him.

His strong arms circle around me, pulling me close as rain lashes on the roof, pounding against the windows.

It feels good to be inside with Tanner, tucked up safe in his bed, and I pull back from his kiss to nuzzle against him, resting my head against his chest. His skin smells like pine and sweat, and I breathe it in, listening to the thud of his heartbeat.

I could stay like this forever.

I feel Tanner’s fingers stroking my hair, and I sigh with contentment.

My hand drifts over his burly chest, tracing his tattoos, feeling his solid abs.

As I reach down, my fingers accidentally brush his cock, and I suck in a breath.

He’s already rock hard again. I tilt my head to look at him, my pulse skittering at the wild look in his eyes.

And suddenly he’s kissing me again, pushing me back against the tangled sheets, his fingers dipping between my legs.

“We’re not done here, sugar,” he murmurs. “You ready for more?”

“Always.”

When I wake up the next morning, the first thing I notice is the quiet.

The storm has finally ended, and now all I hear is the twitter of birds outside and the sound of gentle breathing beside me.

With a yawn, I stretch out my tired limbs and turn to look at Tanner, my heart fluttering as memories of yesterday come rushing back to me.

We spent all day in bed together, making love as the storm raged overhead.

It was almost midnight by the time we finally drifted off, the rain lulling us to sleep in each other’s arms. There’s a tenderness between my legs this morning, a delicious reminder of everything we did together, and I smile as I look at Tanner, gently reaching out to touch his hair.

He’s so handsome, still frowning slightly even when he’s sleeping.

I stare at him for a little while longer before quietly easing out of bed and padding into the living room.

The storm shutters are still closed, blocking the morning sunlight, so I crank them open and head into the kitchen for a glass of water.

It’s earlier than I would usually wake up, but I feel wide awake.

The excitement of yesterday is still fresh, buzzing through my veins and filling me with inspiration.

I have a million new ideas for my book, and I need to type them up before I forget.

Tanner is seriously doing wonders for my writer’s block.

Luckily, I brought my laptop just in case, and I grab it from my duffel bag before sitting down at the living room table.

As I wait for it to start up, I notice my cheeks are hurting—probably because I’ve been smiling like a lunatic ever since I woke up.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so happy before, and it’s all thanks to Tanner.

My perfect mountain man.

When my laptop is finished loading, I open a word document and type out a quick list of notes.

- Forced proximity? Summer storm traps them together?

- Hero lives in a huge cabin with giant-sized furniture.

- Sexy times = lots of eye contact!

I keep writing, filling up a whole page with ideas.

When I finally pause, trying to think of more to add, my eyes land on the sideboard in the corner.

My heart sinks a little, thinking back to the photograph, the sadness in Tanner’s eyes when he recounted what happened to his brother.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I close the word document, opening my browser.

I hesitate for a moment, then type Tanner and Jason NBA car crash .

Most of the results are old articles from when the accident happened back in 2007.

I skim through a few of them before returning to the page of results, looking for anything more recent.

Eventually, I spot a forum post from earlier this year titled “What happened to NBA player Tanner Greene?”.

I click on it. There are hundreds of replies, too many to read, and I skip straight to the most recent comments.

04/22/25 07:14PM

wakeupsheeple: nba wanted jason greene dead because he was about to EXPOSE them for drugs!

!! they paid tanner to stage the crash and kill his brother, then gave him a big fat pay check to disappear.

now he’s living in the bahamas under a fake name, he’s been seen there by loads of people (including my cousin)

04/25/25 08:49AM

deleted_user: Bullshit. Bahamas thing has been debunked.

04/26/25 04:31PM

Steve_Knows78: Tanner and Jason both died in the car crash. Any photos of Tanner taken in the month or two after the crash use a body double (look for details like mouth, nostril shape, obviously not the same dude). The real question is why they want us to think he survived when he didn’t…

05/03/25 01:12AM

TheTruthSeeker: It’s obvious what happened.

Tanner Greene was an okay player, but Jason was the star.

Tanner was jealous of his younger brother’s skill.

They had an argument about it in the car and Tanner crashed into the truck on purpose, making sure the passenger side was hit.

Jason died but Tanner was also injured and ended up ruining his own career.

Guess that’s what you get for murdering your brother. Karma’s a bitch.

A knot twists in my stomach as I read through the theories, and my heart aches to know that Tanner has probably seen all this stuff.

I can’t imagine having to read these kinds of stories about yourself—listening to people online say that you murdered your own brother.

It’s all total crap, written by disrespectful assholes with too much time on their hands.

It’s so unfair.

A noise from the bedroom startles me from my thoughts, and I instinctively slam my laptop shut, feeling like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t.

A few moments later, Tanner emerges from the bedroom, wearing only his boxers.

His hair is still mussed from sleep, eyes squinting against the light as he crosses the room to join me.

“Morning, sugar. You’re up early.”

I rise on my tiptoes and press a kiss on his lips, smiling at him. “Good morning.”

He wraps his arms around me and I melt against him, letting everything else fall away.

It feels like nothing could ever hurt me when I’m in Tanner’s arms, enveloped by his giant body.

He’s too tall for me to rest my head on his shoulder, so I lean against his chest instead, my ear in line with his thumping heart.

“You hungry?” he asks, his deep voice rumbling through me. “Want some breakfast? Coffee?”

“That would be amazing.”

He grunts in agreement, squeezing me tight before we pull apart. Then he looks at my laptop on the table, smiling slightly.

“You been writing?”

“Sort of. I was feeling pretty inspired after yesterday, so I made a few notes.”

Tanner’s eyes meet mine, shining with curiosity.

“Can I read them?” he asks.

“Um…”

His finger nudges open the lid of my laptop, waiting for my answer, and I realize a second too late what he’s about to see.

“No, wait?—”

He shakes his head, still not looking at the screen. “I’m only playing, sugar. If you don’t want me to read it, then?—”

But his voice falters as he catches sight of the forum posts. His face falls, eyes darkening as he scans the page, and I feel my stomach lurch.

Oh no.

“Tanner…”

He doesn’t respond. His gaze is fixed on the screen, the painful silence dragging on. I don’t know what to say. All I can do is wait for him to look at me and pray I haven’t just messed everything up.