by Leigh Lennon
Maizie was still all puffy faced from the tears she’d shed during the routine exam. Baker was chill, like Levi was in most situations, trying to calm his sister. Of course, Sailor thought the world would end at the idea of braces.
“When are daddies going to be home?” Maizie’s deep chocolate eyes and olive complexion left nothing to the imagination of who her biological father was. But it never mattered in the eyes of both men. Hell, they took being a daddy fiercely and loved all three of our children equally.
I scooped our five-year-old up in my arms, kissing her as she wiggled and giggled. Soda Pop, our golden retriever, came at her cries, thinking he’d rescue her by licking me to death. Sailor, who was as serious about life as Jordan was, pulled out her next Margaret Haddix book, taking over Levi’s recliner, her red curls pulled up in a ponytail. Baker, of course, at the age of seven, grabbed the controller from the gaming console to play his favorite game.
Looking around our house, I still had to pinch myself at the life I’d built with two men together. Elliot had designed our sleek and modern home full of windows and light. The living room was behind a set of angular walls to separate it from the foyer. When Ell and her men bought enough land right outside the city for a small village of their own, she went to town designing the house of our dreams. It differed greatly from the house she’d built with Daimen and Arden who were essentially our neighbors, with them about a thousand feet down the property we now all owned.
After I had Sailor, I never returned to work full-time, though I still helped with Daimen and Arden’s schedules from home. I owned five percent of the company, and the annual dividends from my checks were enough to ensure we lived a very comfortable life.
Jordan was still as committed to his job as he was when I’d met him. Working as chief of staff was hard and the hours were long, but he’d never been happier in his job. Levi became one of the youngest fire commissioners in the history of Chicago. I had to admit I loved the idea of him not running into burning buildings. He was a good and fair commissioner, and his love for his job never changed.
The second we heard the garage open, Soda Pop and Maizie were at the door waiting for their daddies. Most days, Levi and Jordan tried to drive into the city because they could spend quality time together.
The second they were over the threshold of the door, my two men’s hands were interlaced with one another. I never tired of this sight. Soda Pop and Maizie were jumping up and down, ready to greet them.
Levi saw the tear-stained face of his girl and pulled her to him tight. “My baby hates the dentist, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Daddy, I won’t be going back,” she claimed, and as I shook my head, Levi only held her tighter. Maizie was a bit on the dramatic side, and her dads’ continual doting only made it worse.
Jordan leaned in to give his girl a kiss when Baker yelled, “Daddio, got us all set up!” Jordan stopped briefly, dropping a peck on my forehead. “Don’t worry about dinner. We got it covered.” After the day I had, I needed a break.
He sat down on the floor next to his son. “You want me to go easy on you, or just kick your butt right away?” Oh, he talked the most trash to his son, though Baker won nine out of ten times.
“Keep telling yourself that, old man,” our son chimed in, and his quick wit had come from Levi. Boy, our son was a mirror image of our hot fireman.
Levi leaned over to kiss me with Maizie still in his hands. Walking over to the chair, he kneeled next to Sailor, still engrossed in her book. He whispered something about braces in her ear making her laugh. Yep, the second these men were here, they completed our family. An hour later, Andrew appeared at our doorstep, and both my men had backpacks for all three kids.
Our kids were jumping up and down because Uncle Andrew’s house was absolutely chaotic but in their own words, “Crazy fun.” A house ran by all men, for all boys, I had to admit, it was more than I could take at times. But the kids loved it. And through this all, I was getting my men to myself tonight, so it was the best of both worlds. Gone were the days I had become anxious with the kids being out of my sight for the night.
Turning to both Levi and Jordan, I saw that the dinner they’d talked about was not food, but they’d be feasting on me. “Come on, Red, let us take good care of you tonight,” Jordan began.
“Can I have many orgasms?” I asked.
They had me in their arms before I knew it when Levi answered next, “What do you think?” We were in our room, and with the life we’d built, I’d never felt more complete.
The End
A Note From the Author
I’d initially wanted Scarlet and Jordan to call Levi CAP—as in their real life Captain America. Researching the rank of the Chicago Fire Department and knowing the storyline of the story, I needed to switch it around. A captain would not work.
If you have read any of my previous books, you may see I have a thing for nicknames. With Cap being nixed so to speak, LT was born. I could see both Scar and Jordan calling Levi the two letter initials. It worked for the spunky redhead and the broody doctor.
As always, I love writing this sexy threesome story. I hope to bring you more soon! There are so many that need their story.
I hope you enjoyed this sexy threesome!
~Leigh
It Takes a Village!
First and foremost, to the women who take the very rough draft of my words in the rawest form and treat it with the utmost care and respect. Nancy George—you’ve become my friend and I treasure you! Kymberly—you and your eagle eyes—I can’t thank you enough for your help. Megan Damrow—you’re such a godsend in my writing. I thank my lucky stars for you. Megan Harris—AKA Vomit Sister! You are wonderful and I count myself lucky to have met you. Mary Moore—I’ve enjoyed getting to know you better and being able to call you friend. Melody Hillier—I enjoy working with you so very much. Kelly Green—you were such a great addition to my beta team! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the time and effort you took to help make this book a success.
Auden, you are my writing bestie and I couldn’t do this without your support! I absolutely adore you. And thank you so much for letting me include Prelude and Interlude in this book. It was a great addition to Scarlet, Jordan, and Levi’s story.
Jenny Sims—Your editing services are always top notch. I love working with you.
Julie Deaton—I’m in awe of your professionalism. You’re the last set of eyes on my books. I consider it a true honor to be able to work with you each and every time,
Najla Qamber—You continue to blow me away with each and every cover you design for me. This one is truly amazing as every single one has been. Thanks so much.
Angel Nyx—Thanks for being another set of eyes for me.
Annette—Thanks for running Leigh’s Lovable Arc Team. I honestly can’t say enough good things about you!
Kelly—You’ve come in and truly been a huge help with my social media and the arc team. Thanks so very much!
Megan D.— Thanks for helping me run Succulent and Sassy Reads! You are a true gem.
Thanks to my dear friend, Elizabeth. I tell her every story so many times, she knows my characters as well as I do. I love you!
Dawn—My best friend after twenty-five plus years! I love how much I shock you by my subject matter and how my ideas make you laugh. I adore you, DW!
I can’t say enough to my Facebook group page; Succulent and Sassy Reads! You all are so awesome and I am humbled you follow me and encourage me to continue writing.
Thanks so much to my incredible arc team and to everyone who read an advance copy and posted a review. You ladies are so valuable to me!
I want to thank my readers because without you, this would not be possible!
Of course, none of this would be a possibility without the Hubs and our little ones who call me mom. I love you more than I can express.
About the Author
Leigh Lennon is a mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Origina
lly with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spiky hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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Foundations
Have you met Daimen, Arden and their girl—Elliot from Foundations?
Excerpt from Foundations
Elliot
The second the masculine voice referred to me as a man, I motioned to the secretary not to correct him. The call ended, and she looked at me when I explained. “Don’t worry, I get more business this way. It’s the main reason I don’t have a picture on my website.” I paused to catch my breath, and it was a shame in this day and age having a man’s name worked to my advantage. “I love seeing the shock on their faces when they realize I have boobs. Most of the time, they think Andrew is the boss, and I’m his assistant.”
“Ell,” Andrew’s deep tone warned, “you get too much pleasure out of shocking men.”
I could almost imagine my eyes sparkling with mischief at my best friend’s caution. “I like shocking them. It’s too much fun,” I teased back.
“Alright, Ms. Arnold and Mr. Peters, let me show you in.” Scarlet knocked on the door, then opened it at one of the men’s request. “Mr. Blakely, Mr. Torano, let me know if I can get you anything,” she said, leaving quickly, but their eyes were averted down, still not on Andrew or me.
Witnessing the beauty of the two male specimens standing in front of me, I instantly felt light on my feet. Normally, I would be attracted to these men, but it was a known fact they were partners in more than just the professional sense. As indicated by all the newspapers, they were in a very committed relationship.
As I predicted, both men walked toward Andrew, when the blonde man extended his hand toward him. “Mr. Arnold, it’s nice to meet you.”
Andrew’s head turned, looking in my direction, and he flashed a smirk at me. I have them where I want them. I internally laughed at that thought. Snaking my way in front of Andrew, I extended my own hand. “Actually, I’m Elliot Arnold.” I paused, wanting to have some fun with these two. “I would think with two people like yourselves who live out of the mold of what is traditional for most, you wouldn’t be shocked that a woman could have a reputation such as I do in this industry.”
Arden’s gaze fell on his partner, then moved back at me, and if his baby blues could write an apology, I think he would have done that. Before I fell victim to his eyes, something hit me in the gut. A memory assaulted me, and I looked away for the briefest moment.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Arnold, it’s not meant as disrespect. We just assumed with the name Elliot, it sounded more masculine,” Arden claimed, his apology pulling me back to the here and now.
Concentrating on the business at hand and not wallowing in my past, I silently scoffed at them. I was used to this sort of reaction. Though this was not our first meeting, Arden Blakely had the warmest mannerisms of anyone I’d known. That part of him had bewitched me the first time—that and the ocean blue of his eyes.
He was articulate along with handsome and sexy; again, something I’d never forgotten. “Well, now that I know you’d work with me whether I was a man or woman, let’s get down to business,” I said curtly, and though I caught wind of Arden’s little smirk, Daimen Torano or whom I’d named Mr. Grumpy, didn’t change the scowl that had graced his face since I arrived. “Alright, in corresponding with Mr. Blakely …”
“Arden, please, Ms. Arnold,” he insisted, and for a second, if I had to guess, his eyes danced with understanding when he examined my body. He hadn’t given me any indication he recognized me yet.
I reminded myself that he was a taken man; though, in my expert opinion, he liked what he saw. Just as he had the first time too. This was all about business right now. Even though my womanly regions had certainly experienced a cold zone recently, they still remembered his touch. I finally croaked out, “Alright, Arden, as I was saying, while I was corresponding with you, I saw the design sketches from your last architect. Obviously, you’re bringing me on mid-project, so I assume you weren’t happy with who you hired before.”
“That would be an understatement,” Daimen, AKA Mr. Grumpy, replied, brooding, apparently still stroking his ego at such a regrettable decision when I simply nodded. I got a feeling this storm cloud of a man might never like being wrong—ever.
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Other Books by Leigh Lennon
The Unbreakable Stand-Alone Collection:
Unfiltered (Justine and Nick’s Story)
Unacquainted (Rose and Brody’s Story)
Unwanted (Emma and Tyler’s Story)
Unknown—coming soon (Ryan’s story)
A Jake Davis Novella Series:
The Holiday Package
The Sweetest Package
The Breathless Series:
The Last Breath
Continue Breathing (coming soon)
Stand Alone Books:
Stockholm
Fans of Football Series:
Color Blind
Rules of Submission
The Power of Three Love Series:
Foundations