Desired Heat [Men of Iron Horse 5] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Morgan Fox

  * * * *

  Jason drove his motorcycle up his driveway and turned off the engine. Liza’s delicate arms were circled tightly around his waist. Instantly, he reached for her, wrapping his arm over hers. She nestled her chest against his back and he smiled.

  Being with her felt right, perfect even. It surprised him just how much he’d grown to desire her, need her. She’d been a one-time deal that became so much more.

  He frowned a little as she hopped off the back of his bike. Taking off their helmets, she placed hers on the back rest. When he didn’t get off his bike, she asked, “Are we going inside?”

  His body shook with need, lust overpowering his mind. There was something he wanted from Liza, something he was desperate to have with her—only her. Now.

  “Take off your jeans,” he said, his voice low and demanding.

  She cocked her head to the side, her gaze shifting toward his distant neighbors. “Someone could see us.”

  “The nearest neighbor is a few acres away. I moved out here for privacy, Liza.” He placed his helmet on the backseat. “Take off your pants.”

  She stiffened her jaw. “I’ll do you one better,” she replied sternly.

  Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse and jeans, kicked out of her boots, and stripped bare before him. With her hands on her hips, she eyed him hard. “Now what?”

  Damn, I love her fearlessness. It’s fucking hot.

  His cock jumped, pressing firmly against his jeans. He stood, unbuttoned his pants, and freed his shaft. Licking his lips, he said gruffly, “Come here.”

  Her chest rose and fell with her quickening breaths as she closed in on him. Standing beside him, he lifted her up and placed her ass on the tank of his bike. With her legs spread, he sat back down on his seat and encouraged her to lay back. “Hold the windshield.” His voice was different, almost unfamiliar. The desire he felt for her was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

  Liza molded her pelvis to his, wrapping her legs around him as she settled her back on the tank and raised her arms over her head to grip the outer edge of the windshield. Her nipples beaded to delicious points as the warm night air danced over them. Touching her was a must. He never would’ve been able to deny himself the pleasure. He caressed her, starting at her knees and working up to her hips. Staring at his hands as he trailed up over her waist, ribs, and breasts, he locked eyes with her. The desire he saw reflected back at him was enough to make his cock ache.

  “I’ve wanted you like this. Fantasized about it.”

  “You have fantasies, too?” she asked teasingly. “I thought I was the only one.”

  “Yes,” he hissed, dragging his fingers tenderly between her breasts until he reached her pussy. “I’ve dreamed of fucking you on my bike, tasting your pussy until you came so hard you begged for my cock.” He arched his hips forward, brushing the head of his dick over her clit.

  She shivered and gasped. “Show me.”

  He hungrily shifted. “Don’t move,” he ordered, hopping off the bike to stand beside it. He bent over, parting her legs wide enough to settle his face between her thighs. He swiped his tongue feverishly over her clit. She gasped as he inserted a finger. Then another. She was rolling her hips as he moved his fingers in and out of her, licking and sucking at the tender bud.

  “Oh, yes,” she cried. “Don’t stop. Harder.”

  He did as she requested, loving her moans of pleasure. His cock was like a steel spike ready to go off. The moment she came, he straddled the bike and pulled her down to impale her. He held still for a moment, relishing the tight fit of her body surrounding him.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself up against his chest. He held her hips, guiding her up and down on his shaft. “That’s it baby.”

  He shook as the ripple of his release teased his balls. He was close, and when she rolled her hips the same time she bit his ear, he exploded, empting himself inside her womb.

  “Do you have a hot tub?” she asked, nibbling his earlobe.

  He caught his breath. “Yes.”

  Easing back, she looked at him. “Care to join me?”

  He was already off the bike and carrying her into the house. She giggled and snorted the entire way. His body was vibrating with what was to come next.

  * * * *

  “I’m late.”

  He looked at her curiously.

  “My period. It’s late.” She swallowed hard. “I’m never late.”

  “Okay. Do you want to go get a test?”

  She eyed him, her throat tight, her chest and stomach warring with nerves. “How are you so calm? Doesn’t it bother you even a little that I could be pregnant?”

  What did I expect when all we seem to do is hump like bunnies?

  He smiled, and the sweet look on his face stunned her. He cupped her face, gently coaxing her to look up at him. “I’m in love with you. So no, it doesn’t bother me that you could be pregnant. In fact, it’s just the opposite.”

  She closed her eyes as his words rushed over her. He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks and she couldn’t stop the flood of tears from running down her face. “I’ve wanted you from the start. I’m not sure if it was the saucy banter or the sex—”

  “Be serious,” she told him, cocking her head to the side.

  He kissed her, lingering long enough to wrap her in his arms. “I love you, Liza. I’ll love the babies we make together, too.”

  She grabbed his shirt to steady herself, her knees wobbling. “Babies?”

  He chuckled. “If I’m lucky.”

  “What about my career. Are you ready to be a stay-at-home dad?” She wasn’t about to give up her career. Did he expect her to do that?

  Oh, God, this can’t be happening.

  He kissed her again. “We’ll figure it out.”

  “I’m just starting my career,” she reminded him. “Getting pregnant wasn’t in the cards for me right now.”

  “Was I?”

  She hated when he did that. Made her think of things that would only strengthen his case. “I’m scared.”

  “Don’t be. If you’re pregnant, we’ll figure it out.”

  “I can’t believe you’re so calm about this.”

  “I’ve got you in my life. Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “That’s very sweet of you to say, Jason, but seriously, tell me you’re just a little freaked out about this. We’ve only been together for a short time. We aren’t even married. We—”

  “You make a good point,” he said, interrupting her with a kiss. “Marry me, Liza.”

  She laughed nervously. “That’s it. It’s settled. You’ve officially lost your mind.”

  He kissed her again. “If losing my mind means that I’m finally happy that I’ve found the one person who makes my life complete, then yes, I’m a fucking lunatic.”

  She snorted a laugh and covered her mouth to hide it. He gently swept her hand away. “I’ve been in love with you from the start. My soul recognized you from the moment you lowered your guard in my hotel room. You’ve turned my mind inside out, and you’ve completely messed up my life. I’ll never be the same.”

  “Well that’s the sort of romantic words every girl dreams of hearing. Let me go pack my things now and save you the trouble,” she teased.

  “I’m serious, Liza. You’ve taken my perfect little life and made it full of the things that will make it worth living. I never knew love until you and now…there’s a chance we could have a baby together.” He chuckled. “Let’s face it, babe, I’m not getting any younger.”

  “You’re not old,” she reminded him.

  “I’m older than you, and those years—”

  “Don’t mean shit,” she bit out.

  He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. “I’m in my midthirties, babe. I really don’t want our kid’s friends to think grandpa’s come to pick him up from school. Explaining that the gray-haired, wrinkly dude’s his dad might be a bit embarrassing.”

>   “Him,” she repeated, catching that he assumed their first child would be a boy.

  He grinned. “If I’m lucky.”

  She snorted again. This time she just let the silly laughter fly. “You’re a mess.”

  “I know, and it’s all your fault.”

  A cold chill moved along her skin like crawling spiders. The idea of pregnancy, childbirth, and carpool lanes overwhelmed her in the blink of an eye. “I’m not ready for this, Jason.”

  “From what I’ve heard, no one is.”

  “I have a career.” One that I want to continue to thrive in and prove I can be the best. Having a kid could change all that.

  “Who says you can’t be a mom, too.”

  “I travel a lot.”

  “So what.”

  She rolled her eyes. His comebacks were starting to become annoying. “Everyone knows that the mom’s life changes drastically after kids. I’m not sure I’m ready to give up everything that I’ve worked so hard for.” Tears filled her eyes. “I know it sounds selfish, but it’s the truth.”

  “Do you honestly think I’d let you do it all alone?”

  She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Jason was the best partner she could ask for, they had a vast network of friends, and neither of them lacked in the financial department. Other than the normal parent worries, they were already ahead of the game. She wiped the fallen tear from her eyes and swallowed down the apprehension. “No.”

  “Then marry me.”

  “Wait, what does that have to do with me possibly being pregnant?”

  “Regardless of the baby you might be carrying, I want you in my life forever. It makes no difference to me if you’re pregnant or not.”

  “Stupid people do what you’re asking me to do, Jason Whitmore.”

  He laughed. “I know, but we’re not stupid, Liza. We’re simply right for each other.”

  “When,” she whispered, her hands shaking as excitement replaced tension.

  “Let’s go get our marriage license today and do it this weekend.”

  “Where?”

  “That is up to you. Do you want something big or—”

  “Small. Just the two of us, and then we’ll have a party. Weddings are so—”

  “Not our thing,” he teased.

  “But receptions are.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up on her tiptoes as he leaned down to kiss her.

  “Exactly.” He pressed her up against the nearest wall and arched his hips forward. “Too bad there’s no hot tub around.”

  She laughed, trailing her fingers through his now-short, but devilishly sexy hair. A blond color that now matched her own. “Would you be okay with a justice of the peace wedding?”

  “A wedding doesn’t make the marriage. I’d be okay marrying you anywhere.”

  “Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s get married.” He took her mouth hungrily, showing her just how happy he was. Breathless, she parted from him, panting. “There is one thing you should know first.”

  His eyes rounded, his focus strictly on her. “What’s that?”

  “I’ve secretly wanted you since the day I meet you. That’s the reason I never came to Iron Horse. Yes, I was always busy, but it was the silly girl crush I had over you. It’s why I was so abrupt at Brynn’s wedding. It’s why I’ve never been able to get enough of you.” She pressed a gently kiss to his cheek. “You have always been my greatest fantasy, and I never imagined being able to live it.”

  Tears welled in her eyes once again as she watched his doing the same. They’d been connected, their souls recognizing each other from the start.

  “I never knew I could feel this way,” she said on a breath.

  “Me, either,” Jason whispered. “Now let’s go get that marriage license, take that test, and tell your sister.”

  She frowned. “Oh, right. Layla.”

  Epilogue

  “You should’ve covered your dick,” Brynn said. “Liza sounds like they’re splitting her in half.”

  Reid groaned as if he was in pain. “So glad men can’t have babies.”

  Jason frowned, hating that Liza was undergoing a lot of pain as she prepared to give birth to their baby. “She didn’t want an epidural.”

  “She’s fucking nuts,” Zerina said. “I want all the damn drugs I can get my hands on, you got that?” She turned her attention to Jeremy, who simultaneously nodded and laughed.

  “As if you need any,” Jason muttered, but loud enough to hear the room erupt in laughter.

  “She’s going to be fine,” Sam said, patting his shoulder.

  “Not that I’d trade places with her or anything,” Daniel added, wiping his hand over his smirking face. Sam elbowed him playfully.

  “Mark my words, little brother. You’ll figure out how to knock your wife up one of these days, and I’ll be there in the waiting room mocking you.”

  “Mr. Whitmore?” the nurse called out, and Jason looked at her. “You can come back in now.”

  Jason’s heart pounded hard. He was dizzy with his frantic breathing.

  I can do this. If she can do it, I can, too.

  I hope.

  “Don’t panic,” Layla said, taking his hand to pull him back into the room. “Women do this all the time.”

  His eyes rested on Liza, who was sweaty and looked exhausted. “Come here,” she told him, and he did, taking her hand in his. “If I ever tell you that I don’t want drugs again…don’t listen to me.”

  He smiled. “Yes, dear.”

  “Ah,” Layla purred. “You two already sound like an old married couple.”

  They’d only been married eight months, but it felt like forever. There wasn’t a moment that went by that he wasn’t happy with the choices of his life. All of them had led him to her, his wife—the love of his life.

  When the doctor came into the room and said it was time, his heart lodged in his throat, and when he saw his beautiful baby girl for the first time, it only got worse. His eyes were overrun with tears, and his heart was so full he didn’t think it would fit in his chest any longer.

  “It’s a girl,” he muttered to Liza, kissing her on the forehead as the doctor and nurses cut the cord, cleaned the baby, and wrapped her in a pink-and-blue blanket.

  Their baby was placed in Liza’s arms, and he couldn’t help but choke on his emotions. Just when he thought he couldn’t love a woman more, he did.

  Liza muttered sweet words to their daughter, and he leaned down and kissed them both. “Thank you,” he whispered, wiping the tears from his face. “I never knew what I wanted until you came into my life, and now…I have it all. You’ll never know just how much I love you, Liza Whitmore.”

  She kissed him, the taste of her tears on her lips. “I love you, too. I’m still a bit freaked out, though.”

  He smiled. “I know. But you don’t have to worry. Together we’ll make it work.” He would do everything he could to make sure Liza and his daughter were happy. Forever.

  “Did you want to bring in the others?” Liza asked, looking up at him.

  He slowly shook his head, capturing as much of the moment to memory as he could. “Not yet. I want another minute with my best girls.” His daughter grasped hold of his finger, and it broke him, made him a puddle of goo right there on the floor. He inhaled deeply. “What shall we call her?”

  Liza hesitated a second, but then turned to meet his gaze. “Harley,” she whispered.

  The smile grew on his face. “I see what you did there.”

  “What?” She feigned ignorance. He knew her too well not to know. Her name choice was selected after his motorcycle—the one they’d made love on under the stars.

  His mouth grew dry. The moment was so rich with love and joy. He briefly closed his eyes to savor it. “Harley Elizabeth Whitmore.” He said the name aloud, loving the way it sounded.

  “I love it,” she told him, kissing him once more. “Harley Elizabeth Whitmore, I’d like you to meet your daddy.”

&nb
sp; His eyes watered. “I’ll love you to the moon and back, just the way I love your mother. I promise.” The baby cooed, and they both laughed through tears.

  “Would you like me to go get the others now,” Layla asked with a sniffle. “I’m sure they’re going nuts wanting to see…Harley.”

  Jason looked to Liza. “I guess we should let Harley meet her family.”

  “They’re all out there?”

  “All eight of them,” he confirmed.

  “Okay,” Liza said, kissing her baby on the forehead.

  As they all crowed into the room, Jason beamed with pride. His family had grown over the last few years, and it was an awesome feeling to celebrate this day with those he cared for most. Then he glanced back down to Liza and he realized that his life was perfect. She’d given him everything he’d ever dreamed and never knew he wanted. He’d never stop loving her, desiring her. Liza was everything to him, and he would be the best everything she never knew she needed.

  And he was.

  THE END

  WWW.MORGANFOXAUTHOR.COM

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Morgan Fox currently resides in Texas and has been writing romance for as long as she can remember. As a teenager she wrote dozens of short stories about love, loss, danger, and of course the seductive bad boy.

  A graduate from the University of Texas at Dallas, she was raised in Florida but navigated to Texas as quickly as she could. Most days, you can find Morgan on her computer diving headlong into her fierce imagination, where anything can happen.

  When not writing, or thinking about writing, she enjoys cycling with her husband and reading all kinds of romance novels. Finding time for all things she loves can be challenging, but with a supportive husband, all things are possible.

  For all titles by Morgan Fox, please visit

  www.bookstrand.com/morgan-fox