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  Men of Iron Horse 5

  Desired Heat

  Jason Whitmore had everything he ever wanted—a successful business, a beautiful home, and loyal friends. But watching everyone around him find their happily ever after reminded him of the one thing he desired most of all—a woman of his own to love.

  Liza Grey was fighting to climb the ladder of success. As the youngest executive to ever work at her firm, she’s focused strictly on her career. Until the moment she meets Jason Whitmore, the sexy as hell biker and owner of Iron Horse Saloon. Plagued with fantasies, she jumps at the chance to have a taste of him. But one night of pleasure is not enough and a secret lover’s pact is forged.

  When social differences become too much of an obstacle, Liza can’t risk the career she’s fought so hard to achieve. With the help of a friend, Jason puts a plan in motion to show her just how perfect they are for each other.

  Genre: Contemporary

  Length: 34,483 words

  DESIRED HEAT

  Men of Iron Horse 5

  Morgan Fox

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  DESIRED HEAT

  Copyright © 2015 by Morgan Fox

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  First E-book Publication: September 2015

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  DEDICATION

  Writing the Men of Iron Horse series has meant the world to me. Years ago I had the desire to ride a motorcycle. Once I started riding, the smile could not be wiped from my face. The feeling of riding a steel horse—well there’s nothing like it.

  Without the support from my husband, I never would’ve found my way to the Men of Iron Horse series. His passion and love for motorcycles and adventure inspired me to create this amazing world.

  Thank you for each and every day we’re together. You will always be my loving inspiration.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  DESIRED HEAT

  Men of Iron Horse 5

  MORGAN FOX

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  The white dress Brynn Sloan wore as she sauntered down the aisle gave Jason Whitmore something to chuckle about. The sultry, redheaded vixen was anything but pure. Something her now husband, Reid Wilson could agree with, if he ever unglued his hands and lips from his wife, that was.

  Jason shook his head, glad there was plenty of alcohol being served. Showing up at a wedding dateless sucked. Watching everyone around him find love sucked even more. Not for them, of course. But it did for him.

  An annoying reminder of how alone I am.

  All things considered, he had no one to blame but himself. Picking a career as a business owner over a relationship had been his choice. Until recently, he’d been damn good with that, too. He hadn’t given the dating life much thought. He’d gotten his share of interested women from his time spent bartending up at Iron Horse. So it wasn’t sex he craved. It was the connection he watched those around him discovering and thriving within. That was the new longing he felt like a punch to the gut—a need that might never fully ease if not sated.

  Seeing the return of his younger brother, Daniel, after his time in the military to claim the love he’d lost, and then marry her, had forced his eyes open. The rush of thoughts that crept its way into his mind consumed him with apprehension and regret. As lonely as he was, he knew that finding someone to quench his thirst the way his friends had was too good to be true. Besides, it wasn’t like he had much time to date. He was too damn busy.

  For now, he would drink away his misery and continue holding up the corner of the bar, while everyone else, nearly the entire wedding attendees, danced and shook their asses. The room was alive in celebration. A complete contrast to the way he felt. Sadly, he was now the only one in his inner circle that was single and, gazing around the room, it appeared he was also the only single person at the wedding.

  Pathetic.

  He took a big swig of his beer, hoping that sooner or later he’d dust off the disappointment and loneliness, and jump right back into being focused on his business endeavors. For now, he’d sip his drink and sulk with a fake smile plastered on his face.

  The one thing that made forgetting the single life harder was Sam’s absence. She would’ve normally been his partner in crime at events such as these, but no longer. Slanting a quick glance over his shoulder, he spotted her and Daniel smiling and laughing as they danced in a circle with Layla, Luke, Zerina, Jeremy, Brynn, and Reid.

  Nothing like being the odd man out. Fucking awesome.

  “Two left feet?” He whipped his hea
d around to see who the soft, but husky voice belonged to.

  Liza, Layla’s twin sister.

  He tried his best not to look surprised to see her. She wasn’t one to appear too often at parties or events he’d hosted at the bar. In fact, as he thought about it, she’d never once come to Iron Horse. He assumed she preferred jetting across the world with her country club buddies more than spending any time chumming it with low lives like him.

  Liza and Layla shared a petite frame and crystal blue eyes, but there were a few significant differences. Layla had long, golden-blonde hair, while Liza’s was now chin-length and brown. They were also drastically different in the way they dressed and carried themselves. Layla was shy and sweet. Liza was all corporate business and confidence.

  “Afraid to dance?” she added, ordering an apple martini and tapping her manicured nails on the bar.

  A nightclub drink, he noted. Wonder if she’s ever tried a beer?

  “I know I am,” she told him, never giving him a chance to answer.

  She swallowed down the contents in a few gulps and ordered another drink. He watched her as she guzzled them down, appearing nervous and out of sorts. Maybe she had an issue with crowds and gatherings. Then again, he always pictured her as uptight and snobby as they came. Perhaps getting drunk was the only way she could hang with average people now that she was living large in corporate success.

  “Liquid courage?” he asked, sipping his beer.

  She gripped the edge of the bar as if to use it to keep her from falling over, before picking up her new drink. “You could say that.”

  He leaned against the counter, eying her curiously. She looked at him from over the rim of her glass. “What?” she asked, returning the empty glass to the bar. “I’m thirsty. Surely, a bar owner has served thirsty people before.”

  He wanted to laugh. Hard. There was no doubt that he’d served plenty of people, but none quite like her. What he wouldn’t give to see her drunk just once. He’d love to see the real her pour out. There was probably a slim chance he might actually like the girl hiding away inside.

  “Yep,” he said, quirking a brow. “But not you. Why is that?”

  “I work a lot,” she replied as if that was her programmed answer.

  He figured it would be. Shit, he’d used that answer, too. He had plenty of experience being a workaholic. He owned Iron Horse and was about to open another one. But he still managed to find time to grab a cold beer and visit with his friends. It helped that those closest to him worked for him. But those were just details.

  “What’s that got to do with coming by the bar for a drink? I’m sure Layla would tell you all about how great it is.”

  “No conceit from you, I see,” she jabbed.

  He shot her a lopsided grin. “I’m not conceited just honest,” he clarified. “I’d like to think that the family we have at Iron Horse is what makes it the reason it’s the best watering hole in Dallas.”

  “I travel a lot.” Another programmed answer. He wasn’t buying it. There was something else going on. He could sense it in the way she avoided eye contact with him.

  “So?” He stressed the word.

  She frowned, glaring at him.

  “Admit it, Liza, you’re a snob. You don’t want to visit my bar because you’d feel so uncomfortable mixing it up with normal people.” He placed his hands on his cheeks as he feigned a shocked gasp. “Oh, that greasy man covered in tattoos and leather just touched me. I’ll have to burn my clothing now.” He chuckled, finding himself quite humorous. “Does that sound about right?”

  She gaped at him. “That’s a horrible thing to say to me.”

  The muscles in his face tingled as he fought a smile. He looked her over thoroughly, drinking in her tight black business suit, white collared blouse, and heels. “Look at yourself. Is that a name brand outfit you’re wearing? What about the heels? If you took them off, would some jackass’s name be plastered all over them, giving you the feeling of entitlement?”

  She scoffed. “Well aren’t you the ballsy one? You don’t know anything about me.”

  He shrugged. “Just calling it like I see it.”

  She sipped her drink and faced the bar. “I’m assuming this sparkling personality of yours is why you’re holding up the bar instead of enjoying yourself with a date.” She laughed, as if feeling she’d actually poked him with a remark that burned. It did. A little. “I’m sure you normally have a line out the door waiting to spend time with you.”

  He steeled himself, and his voice was calm, as he replied, “I bet your line’s longer.”

  The menacing glare in her eyes told him he’d struck a nerve. She didn’t like that he’d called her out, but he had to admit, she looked good pissed off. All she needed to do was loosen up a few buttons on her blouse, kick off her shoes, remove the stick from her ass, and he bet she’d be a helluva a good time.

  Not that I’ll ever find out.

  When she didn’t say a word, he assumed she’d storm away and pout, like the little princess he imagined her to be. But as he finished his beer and returned it to the bar, he caught her staring at him with her teeth dug into her lip like she was sizing him up.

  Seriously?

  He looked down to see if he’d left his fly open. “What?” he finally asked, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

  She moved closer to him, her eyes heavy with interest. He swallowed hard as his cock noticed the hunger in her eyes way before his brain had.

  “Isn’t there some kind of saying about going to a wedding is a sure way to get laid?” She reached up and played with a button on his shirt.

  Heat rose up from his belly and filled his chest. His eyes rounded as he replayed her words. Was she really asking him what he thought she was asking him? He looked around to see if he was about to get punk’d by Luke or Reid. No one was near them except the bartender.

  Fuck me. She was hitting on him.

  “Don’t look so nervous, Jason,” Liza said, tapping the bar for another martini. “I’m sure the thought has crossed your mind at least once.”

  He would be lying if he said it hadn’t, but since everyone here was married or with someone it hadn’t been an issue. Not until Liza had shown up. Bile surged up from his gut, as he imagined the potential disaster that would wreck his life if he slept with Liza. Layla would castrate him, and Sam would scold him like a disappointed mother.

  Can’t forget that tidbit about her being a little bitchy either.

  He gulped down the tight lump in his throat. “I can’t say that I have,” he lied.

  “That’s a shame,” she told him, sipping her drink. “I bet there are so many other uses for that mouth of yours besides speaking.”

  Fire surged up his cock, and the only thing he could do was laugh. He was blown away by her brazen behavior. She was nothing at all like Layla. And that was both a good thing and a bad thing. Thoughts of shutting her up plagued him. He could get into a lot of trouble messing around with Liza. It was best he walk away while he could.

  “Wow. You’re ballsier than Brynn, and that’s saying a lot.” He shoved his empty bottle at the bartender, and before he could decline the next one, he’d already popped the top off of it. Shit.

  “So you’re not interested in sex then?”

  He smirked, arching a brow. Her question had him answering when he should’ve just returned to his hotel room. Sex wasn’t the issue. Sex with her was. “I never said that.”

  She finished off her martini, stuffed her purse under her arm, and faced him. “Since I don’t really see any other available men, you’ll have to do.”

  She should’ve just kicked him in the nuts. That would’ve been more of a compliment. “Wow,” he said in a big exaggeration. “When you say it like that, I’m surprised my cock didn’t leap out of my pants and start fucking you right here.” He shook his head. “Thanks, sweetheart, but I’m not that horny and certainly not that drunk.”

  She stared openmouthed at him as he finished hi
s beer and left. He didn’t give her a chance to say anything else that would irritate him. Shit, with women like her in the world, it was no wonder he was still single. He said his congratulations to Brynn and Reid, hugged everyone else, and headed up to his room. He wasn’t about to drive since he’d had too much to drink.

  What he needed was a hot shower and a comfortable bed. But just as he closed the door to his room and yanked off his shirt, a knock hammered from behind him. He figured it was Sam or his brother come to mess with him for being too old to party. He really didn’t care, and he’d let them poke fun at him.

  When he opened the door and saw Liza standing there, he wished he’d had the balls to slam the door in her face. But he didn’t. “What, come to tell me you think I have beady eyes, a small dick, and that I’m not worth fucking anyway? I get it you’re desperate and I’m the only one here. I suggest you go to your own room and try masturbating.”

  As he started to close the door, he heard her say, “I’m sorry.”

  That got him to open up and look at her. He got the impression that an apology was not something she said often. There was also something about a woman with tears in her eyes that pulled at the strings of his heart.

  Shit. He sighed hard as he realized he was probably making a huge mistake talking with her.

  “I get nervous, and I tend to be a—”

  “Bitch?”

  She frowned. “Yes.”

  He had to give her props. At least she could admit the truth. Even if it made him uncomfortable as hell to stand so close to her. “What can I do for you, Liza?”