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  Fahrenheit

  The Power of Three Love Series

  Leigh Lennon

  Fahrenheit

  Copyright @2019 Leigh Lennon

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  For those who love outside the realm of what is traditional in the eyes of the world.

  To the one person who taught me if you were lucky to find love, it didn’t matter who they were. I miss you every day.

  Contents

  Fahrenheit

  Playlist

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Epilogue

  Bonus Epilogue

  A Note From the Author

  It Takes a Village!

  About the Author

  Foundations

  Other Books by Leigh Lennon

  The Red Head

  Growing up in foster care, I never had a family I could call my own. I’d finally found my place in this world. The only problem, it was in the arms of not one, but two men. Two distinctly different men I’d never be able to choose between.

  The Doctor

  Finally, I’d found the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. We were deeply in love. There was only one catch. She loved another, too. A surprising compromise was thrown my way. We’d share her, in a committed relationship. But, sharing wasn’t my style. Until, that was, I started to long for him just as much as I did her.

  The Fireman

  My redhead seductress had laid claim to my heart, along with the good doctor. He denied loving me but I would catch him watching me, with the same hunger in his eyes as he had for the woman we loved. They are both mine, he just didn’t know it yet.

  Playlist

  Aerosmith, “Love in an Elevator”

  Air, “Redhead Girl”

  Alabama, “Angels Among Us”

  Alicia Keys, “Girl on Fire”

  Bon Jovi, “Bad Medicine”

  Brooks and Dunn, “Boot Scootin’ Boogie”

  Charlie Puth, “One Call Away”

  Coldplay, “A Sky Full of Stars”

  Counting Crows, “Good Time”

  David Crosby, “Triad”

  Foo Fighters, “Everlong”

  Frank Sinatra, “Fly Me to the Moon”

  Gabrielle Aplin, “Light Up the Dark”

  Maroon 5, “Animals”

  Maroon 5, “What Lovers Do”

  Nickelback, “If Today Was Your Last Day”

  Panic! At the Disco, “High Hopes”

  Pink Floyd, “The Dark Side of the Moon”

  Slow Club, “Not Mine to Love”

  Snake River Conspiracy, “You and Your friend”

  Soundgarden, “Black Hole Sun”

  Spin Doctors, “Two Princes”

  The Beatles, “Here Comes the Sun”

  The Veronicas, “Revenge Is Sweeter”

  The White Stripes, “Fell in Love With a Girl”

  Thompson Twins, “Doctor! Doctor!”

  Zac Efron and Zendaya, “Rewrite the Stars”

  Prologue

  12 years ago

  Levi

  I watched him intently. The signs were there. It was like this all day. The way his hand quickly touched my own. Or how our eyes met when one of us looked at the other for too long.

  My date had stood me up. Of course, her brother was the one who answered the door when I came to pick her up. “Want to come in for a beer?” he’d asked. Sure, I wouldn’t be getting what I wanted, so a beer sounded like the next best thing. We’d been acquaintances, friends of friends so it wasn’t odd to hang out for a couple of hours. After all, I certainly wasn’t scoring with his sister.

  I finished my fifth beer when he stood. “Want another, man?” I nodded, but my eyes followed him as he stood, his ass causing my cock to strain against my jeans. Fuck, that was uncomfortable, but surprisingly so, I was not uncomfortable with the hot and young lawyer who had been flirting with me all day.

  “So tell me, Levi,” he asked when he handed me a beer, “what do you do for a living? Stephanie told me, but I forgot.” He sat next to me, the closest he’d been since I entered his house.

  “Um, I’m a fireman.” His hands moved up my arms. They stopped at my biceps when he squeezed them.

  “You’re sure strong.” It was his only reply. But Dane was just as big as I was. Placing my hand on his bicep, the closest one, I did the same thing to him.

  “Yeah, right back at you.” After that, all bets were off. Dane wasn’t gentle when he grabbed my face and pulled it to his. Before his mouth was on mine, his lips found my ears.

  “Babe, I’ve wanted you since the second I opened
the door. Fuck, my sister is a moron for standing you up. But you gotta tell me, do you want me as much as I want you?”

  I leaned back to see the electricity racing in his eyes. “Fuck yeah, I do.”

  I tried to kiss him, but he stopped me. “Been with a man before?” Dane asked.

  “Um, no. But that doesn’t make me not want you any less.” My voice was needy. I sounded like a pussy, but fuck, his dick inside me was all I could think about at the moment.

  “Well, you’re in for a treat, baby. I’m going to ride you so much, I may just turn you from pussy to cock.”

  And it was then, I realized I loved both. I never said goodbye to the touch of a woman, but fuck, did I enjoy the touch of a man just as much.

  1

  Scarlet

  His fingers caressed the inner folds of my thighs. I shouldn’t want this—not this way. Not when I was equally in love with two men. How could I choose? I’d been asking myself that question as his hand worked farther up. It didn’t take long for my pussy to start clenching around his fingers when he found my G-spot. My hips bucked, and small moans floated from my mouth. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

  His gaze locked on mine, and then he was over me, pulling his fingers from me and licking my juices from them. “Hmm, it’s exactly as I’d expect. You taste like cantaloupe.”

  My eyes narrowed on him. My pussy had never been compared to a melon before, but it could be worse. At least he didn’t associate it with chicken or salmon.

  My inner dialogue along with his mesmerizing smile had me giggling. One look at this man, I could see the sometime broody, very serious persona of him. The way the hazelnut hues of his dark chocolate eyes narrowed or how his lips curved down in an indifferent frown, was one sign of his heavy minded attitude at times.

  “Don’t overthink things, Red.” His pet name for me had my pussy gearing up for round two, but I did have a lot on my mind. Mainly, was this fair to him? Was it fair to the other man? I’d been open with them from the beginning.

  “Listen”—I grabbed his hand—“you know I’m not ready for a commitment like you are. I mean, if we do this, it’s sex. I’m not ready to decide.”

  A frown covered his face. “I’m a man, Red. I get it. I want more than you’re willing to give at this point. I’m the one who could be hurt, but I want you anyway.” Even his words held hope. And I wished there was some way I didn’t have to choose between the two men I had fallen in love with.

  I wiped the bright red lipstick that rivaled the color of my hair from his cheek with a smirk. “You think if I sleep with you tonight, you’ll wow me, and it’ll be the deciding factor?”

  His lopsided grin was panty melting. “Well, fuck, Red, if I answer you, it will make me sound like either an egomaniac or desperate. So, I plead the fifth for now.” His lull, his pull, and everything I’d come to know from this man in the past couple of months made me wonder if I could say no to him. My desire to have him was palpable, but was it fair?

  “Listen, Red, I’m ready. I know the risks, and I still want you. It’s not like we just met. We’ve been doing this song and dance for what, three months? You’ve been brutally honest with me, so now let me be brutally honest with you.”

  We’re still standing in front of the beautiful skyline of Chicago boasted by my thirty-seventh-floor apartment. Bringing me closer, I asked, “Um, okay, what is it?”

  “If I can only have you for one night, let me worship your body like the temple it is. If you decide later that your choice is, well, you know—not me—no harm, no foul. Your body will be the one I compare all future women to, but I’ll accept your decision and be happy for you.”

  Hell! How could I say no? I mean, his body was made to be worshipped in his own right. His olive complexion, the darkness that sparkled in the hazelnut of his chocolate eyes, and his speech, hell—I surrendered it all to him.

  With a tilt of my head, his lips crashed to mine. I jumped into his arms, and he made his way to my room. He’d been here many times, so he knew his way around. He was going to get as familiar with my body as he was with my apartment.

  Continuing to kiss me, he walked to my bed and tossed me on it gently. Staring at me from above, he had removed his button-up shirt, leaving me face-to-face with his tattoo. And his abs—I could have washed my clothes on. “Hell, your body doesn’t stop,” I said, watching where that V disappeared into his jeans. “Can I see more?” My breath was needy, and it was barely audible when he grinned.

  “I think I need to hear you beg more, Red.” His lopsided grin was back.

  “Fuck!” I screamed, and he had me where he wanted me.

  “Red, I’m waiting, sweetheart,” he chimed in again.

  “Fine,” I huffed at his request, but I needed his cock inside me now. “Would you please, pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top, too, undress so I can see more of your body and your fabulous penis?”

  “I’m sure you can do better than that, Red?” he teased with an obnoxious albeit sexy smirk still adorning his face.

  “I’ll give you a blow job.” When my words escaped my mouth so quickly, I slapped my hands over my lips, almost embarrassed about what I had said.

  “Um, not what I was expecting, Red, but hell, that works.”

  The second his pants and boxers were gone, I was smiling. He wasn’t a man in front of me. He was a fucking sculpture, and someone had formed him perfectly. “Thanks for asking so nicely, Red. Now, about the blow job …” He was standing in front of me while I laid on my bed. Sitting up, I grabbed his waist, bringing him over me so his body straddled mine.

  “Hold your horses there.” I pulled him close to me. Leaning over to his ear, I added, “And you are welcome, Jordan.”

  2

  Jordan

  I had been straddling her, but her words and that promise had me flipping her over in one fluid motion. She was above me after we changed positions. She leaned over me. When her tongue touched the tip of my cock, the heavens opened and angels sang. Her mouth was made to wrap around me. She traced the tip of my cock over her lips as if it was a tube of lipstick, painting her lips. Her almost hazel brown eyes looked up, locking on my own eyes as her blow job was that of legends.

  She popped her head up, smiling at me, with one hand on the base of my shaft and her other hand on my bare ass. My eyes rolled back in my head when her mouth enveloped my cock. With my fingers wrapped in her fire engine red hair, I was able to set the tempo for the best blow job—ever.

  “Hell, Red,” I could barely croak out. I’d imagined the touch of her tongue for months as I had waited for her to make a decision.

  When I was close to creaming her mouth, I pulled my cock from her lips. “If I’m going to come, it’s going to be from your tight little cunt for the first time.” Sure, I’d promised her no pressure, but she was right. Once she had me, I hoped her need for me was like my need for her. If only he were not part of the equation.

  When I’d asked her out on a date shortly after Elliot’s accident, and her eyes had immediately dropped to the floor, I didn’t think she was interested. Then she grabbed my hand, and the sweetest smile formed on her lips. “Um, I’d love to go out with you, but you gotta know I’m sort of seeing someone. We aren’t exclusive, though, so if you’re okay with it, I’d love to see where you and I could go.”

  Our chance encounter was three months ago, and in our time together, I’d fallen head over heels for her. Of course, I wasn’t expecting the other guy to be the one man who made me question so many things about myself sexually. The pussy and the cunt were all I’d ever been interested in. Until … fuck, I couldn’t even say it.

  I looked up, she was on her knees, and my heart overflowed for her. Sure, sex with her would be all I had ever dreamed of. But it was meant to physically express how great we could be when our bodies finally fused together.

  The other man? I knew what she saw in him. I wasn’t blind; he was good looking in his own right. What was I saying? I had ne
ver looked at a man as attractive, especially one I considered competition. Shit, why was this fogging my mind when the beauty of my redhead was before me. But his winks every time we were within arm’s reach were distracting as hell.

  I tipped her head down to me. “I need to be buried deep inside you, Red. Right. Fucking. Now,” I commanded when I found the zipper to her loose skirt. At work, she wore these tight pencil skirts I loved, but in her personal time, her skirts were looser, allowing me access to her cunt without getting her naked. But right then, I pulled at her bright purple skirt. It came off easily, even if she was over me.

  “I’m not stopping you, Doc.” The name rendered me immobile. It wasn’t until he started calling me this that Scarlet began using the same little term of endearment, too. And I loved it, but if truth be told, it got under my skin in a good way when he called me this. And what got me was he never acted as if I was his competition for Red. In his eyes, we weren’t rivals for her affection. For me, he was my rival, but he treated me like his long-lost best friend.