Lennon's Hope: Lennon's Girls Trilogy, #3

By Chris Myers

5 Star Incinerate. I cannot give enough praise to Chris for not only this book, but the others in this series because they are just an amazing tale of one man and the life he leads... Books to Get Lost In

5 Love Taps ...The highest praise for an extraordinary author!!! We Love Kink blogger

5 STARS ...And what an ending, the final epilogue, geez, sobbing big fat tears even though there was a smile on my face the whole time I was reading it. Chris Myers has done a fantastic job yet again. Niccis Book Blog

5 STARS ...I highly suggest this series. It has been a great journey with Lennon, Jinx, and Rain. Loved it!!! Cruising Susan's Book Review

5 STARS This story is heartbreaking from beginning to end. This series is a must read!!... Book Boyfriends Rock

5 STARS ...This was truly a great story and I am so glad I had the opportunity to read this entire series. I cried so hard reading this book. It was tragically beautiful. Jennifer's Book Obsession

5 STARS ...I was so anxious to see where this was gong to end that I read Lennon's Hope in one afternoon. Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock

4.5 STARS ...This was an epic conclusion to the trilogy and indeed, she saved the best for last. Paranormal Book Freak

Sometimes in love, you lose all control... 

At age ten, Rain fell hard for the sweet boy caring for his sister. 

At age eighteen, she runs into Lennon, now an experienced player and no longer the innocent boy she once loved. 

At age nineteen, she has to put all her plans on hold to have his baby, and under a cloud of deception, she faces tragedy and heartbreak.


At age ten, Lennon proposed to Rain in front of the whole school. 

At age eighteen, he thought he was over her until he sees her at a party, no longer a little girl but all grown-up and sexy as hell. 

At age nineteen, he loses what he cherishes most. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chris Myers
• Release date: May 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9780985716981

Book preview

Chapter One

Lennon

If I tell Rain the truth, she’ll leave me. Though I closely guard that secret, the other one I can’t wait to show her. I’ve kept this surprise from her throughout most of her pregnancy. I hope she’s impressed. I wipe the sweat of hard work and dread onto my faded jeans that have the knees blown out—her favorite pair and the ones guaranteed to get me some action, not that she needs much encouragement.

Between work, school, and fixing up her surprise, I’m exhausted. My little lynx keeping me up at night doesn’t help either. I struggled with getting the place done on time because the baby could pop any day now.

When Rain arrives at my dad Jonathan’s compound in Malibu, I greet her at the double doors, anxious to see what she thinks. Her wild, blonde mane is tied to one side, and the sundress doesn’t hide the baby bump at all. She looks beautiful carrying my little guy.

Her breath hitches at the sight of me. A tear in my t-shirt exposes the tribal tattoo that spirals around my right shoulder, and dirt is caked on my arms. I’m a mess.

Her fingers slip under the rip to trace the ink, then she thumbs away a smudge of tile sealant from my cheek. You shouldn’t dress this way. The whole grunge look makes me want to rip your shirt off.

I kiss those sweet lips of hers. I have a surprise. Well, actually a couple.

Her beautiful desert-sky-blue eyes light up. You do? I love surprises.

I walk Rain outside and pilot her through the gate on the north side of Jonathan’s compound. We step into a garden blossoming in a rainbow of colors. The blooms scent the air with their fragrance. I so want to please her.

When she stops, a smile spreads across her full pink lips. I wrap my arms around her belly. Her body has remained tight from running and working out. The little guy kicks and rolls around. I love the way he feels inside her and the fact Rain carries him.

I nuzzle her neck. He wants out.

The blush of pregnancy reaches her pretty face. Any day now.

She leans down to a rose and inhales. Hmmm. Did you do all this?

I grin. I kicked ass the last few weeks getting this place ready for Rain and the baby. A lot of it.

We’ll have to make love in that little gazebo over there. She nods at it.

Clematis blossoms and climbs the latticework. The old guy who helped me said it would be romantic. It’s already working.

Many times, Baby. After years of neglect and caring for my little sister Currie, I have not one but two people who love me for who I am and I can spoil until the day I die unless my secret gets out.

Where’s the devil girl been lately? I whisper into her ear, tickling her neck with my breath.

She gently smacks her temple as if to let her out. Not in here. I think she got what she wanted, so she’s been quiet.

And that is?

She swivels around to face me, her hips arching toward my groin. She’s incredibly limber from dance. You. Her tongue outlines my lower lip before she nips it.

If you keep doing that, you won’t get to see your surprise.

Okay. Her hand reaches for my cock. It’s already hard for her.

Stop. We don’t have much time. I guide her along while my hand rests on her swollen womb filled with my love.

In the lush tropical garden, we wander along on a flagstone path, every new bloom or greenery a delight to the senses. Rain tries to smell every one, so I have to hurry her along.

Tears spark in her eyes. I can’t believe you did all this.

Her praise is what I longed to hear from my parents for many years. Here’s where you have to be blindfolded. I tie a scarf around her corn-silk locks.

Her grin grows bigger with excitement. Why? What are you hiding? She pokes my side.

No peeking. My hand curls around hers, and I carefully lead her up the stone steps. Her warmth creeps into me, making it hard to focus. Rain will always get to me.

I open the door to the bungalow, pick her up, and carry her the few short steps over the threshold. I haven’t harped on her about marrying me, though time is running out. I don’t want my son to be a bastard, like me.

Take off your blindfold.

She fumbles with the knot for a few seconds then yanks the scarf down. Oh my God. Her hands fly up to her mouth.

I kiss her ear, and she giggles. It’s for all three of us.

It is? It’s so…magnificent, Lennon.

Hardwood floors stained walnut stretch across the great room and open kitchen to a row of glass doors that fold like an accordion and lead to a deck. It overlooks the sea sparkling like precious gems in the afternoon sun.

I imagine our child playing on the Persian silk rug while we cook dinner together with me touching Rain. What I wish I’d seen as a child growing up as opposed to Jonathan and Mom snorting lines of coke. Rain and my baby are the family I always dreamt about, and now it’s coming true. I have everything I ever wanted. It’s perfect, and only I can unleash the terrible truth.

My hand hasn’t left her belly where the baby somersaults and presses his foot against her womb. I can’t wait to touch him for real.

Happiness shines in her blue eyes. I can’t believe you did this. It’s amazing.

Scars and callouses score my fingers to prove I dry-walled and cut, lay, and grouted stone tile and granite.

It’s all for my babies. I take her to the master bedroom where rose petals litter the custom bed to accommodate my six-five height. The rose petals are for after the Grammy’s tonight.

Rain fists my tee in her hand. How about right now?

Not yet. We don’t want to be late. I want to show you off tonight.

She rubs her belly before grabbing my cock that sits up and begs. I don’t care if we’re late.

We’re not going to be late for your big night, even though you carrying my baby makes you incredibly sexy. It’ll be hard to focus on performing tonight.

The video Make Love to Me that Rain and I did received a nomination, and both our bands are up for several awards. After Jonathan started managing Crank, Rain’s bands shot up the charts alongside mine.

After I finish showing her the house, tears cascade down her cheeks. Before the baby, I’d never seen her cry, and it does bug me. She’s not the tough girl who captured my heart in fifth grade. You did all this for us? I love it.

I had help, but every spare moment I had went into this.

I didn’t know you were so handy, but it does explain you coming over to my apartment all dirty. She waggles her brows. She seduced me many times after I came over, filthy from a long day of working on the house.

I had help. Trey, Clive, Danny Boy, and Susan helped. Well, Susan brought the beer. My band mates and Rain’s had no problem chipping in.

I don’t know what to say.

That’s not all. I have one more surprise, well two. I open the closed door next to the guest room toward the front of the house.

Her jaw drops. Lennon, I don’t know what to say.

The color’s okay?

It matches the Caribbean sea.

The baby’s room is done in a pale teal and is fully furnished. Stuffed African animals are perched on the chair and in the crib. The wallpaper border of wild animals circles the room, and the window seat looks out onto the garden. Denage helped me pick the theme out.

I love it. Rain steps out of her sundress, so she’s only wearing her bra and thong. Her breasts bulge against the tight restraints. They were big before, but from the milk, they’re overflowing the larger bras I bought her. They strain to be set free, so I unhook the harness to let the Playboys come out and play.

The nipples are swollen and enlarged, darkened with the burden they carry. I suck on one hard, willing the milk forward. She moans and squeezes her eyes shut while lifting her chin skyward. Seeing her naked and feeling her body respond fill me with greedy desire—so much for being on time.

I lift her foot and kiss each painted toe. A bright yellow and orange sea serpent snakes around her right ankle—a new addition she got without my input. She has a tramp stamp too that I don’t particularly like either.

My fingers slide down her round butt to the cleft between her legs. She’s so wet. The baby kicks my stomach pressed against hers. Maybe we shouldn’t do this in front of the little guy. He might get ideas.

Even though she’s five-nine, she stands on her toes to kiss me. Her teeth nibble my lips, stiffening my cock until it hurts for her. He can’t see, and you deserve this. I love the house. How did you buy it?

Jonathan gave it to me. He had bought it years ago but never had the chance to restore it.

Her blue eyes sear into me, scorching my desire. I have to thank you properly.

We’re going to be late.

She sucks on my lips and tongues the inside of my mouth, her hand lowering to unbutton my jeans. She strokes the shaft of my cock inside the boxers. I’ll make it worth your while.

How do I say no to that? I kiss her sensuous lips, biting the lower one like she often does. I step out of my jeans. She presses her wet sex against my thigh while her hands thrust under my shirt to lift it over my head.

Rain kneels in front of me and suckles the head of my cock. She tongues the tip then licks along the length. A deep growl rumbles up my throat. Her fingers run over my balls, and I sharply inhale as my cock slides into her mouth and bumps the back of her throat.

I groan and thread my fingers in her thick hair. The soft tendrils flow through my hand like silk.

She pushes my chest with the heel of her hand. I love getting you off. Lie down.

We don’t have too many positions left, so Rain straddles and mounts me. The swollen flesh of her sex glides along the shaft of my cock. I let out a breath. She feels incredible, the wetness soaking and adding to the pre-cum from my cock.

I’m addicted to this, she says, fondling me and kneading my hard chest.

It’s all yours, Baby. I’ll never get tired of being inside you.

She bites her lips and juts her chin skyward as I squeeze her breasts, rolling the nipples between my thumb and index. They sharpen to points, her breaths quicken. Rain slides along the length then slips my cock inside her. The warmth and wetness swaddle my erection. She teases me with shallow plunges while I squeeze her firm ass. She rocks her hips, pushing me deep inside, so I hit the wall.

God, you’re tight.

Her sex clamps onto me. The more pregnant she becomes the tighter she gets. I grit my teeth to not come. She gyrates back and forth, riding my cock so that it slides in and out.

I couldn’t be happier. I’ve never loved anyone so much, and soon I’ll have everything.

Her lips part, and the telltale perspiration of her pleasure beads along her spine. Ripples spasm inside her, and she rains on me multiple times. She comes so easy. She squeezes my cock harder, and I release inside her, the heat saturating us both. I wish we had time to relax naked in our new home together, but we need to get ready.

I smack her firm ass. Your dress is in the closet here.

She wags a finger at me. You moved us?

Yes. Trey let me steal all your belongings early this morning. You are moving in, aren’t you? While I lived at Jonathan’s, she insisted on her independence by living with her band mate Trey. I did spend the night a lot.

Do I have a choice?

I kiss her. No. The little guy and his mommy stay with me.

You know the baby’s a girl.

I snort out a laugh. You wish. I walk naked to the shower in our master with one hand on my baby. I can’t let go of him. I studied the video from the sonogram, and he’s a boy. You saw the schlong on him.

I did not see a penis anywhere. Don’t be disappointed when the baby’s a girl. A bit of worry etches her brow. You won’t be disappointed, will you?

I press my finger on her nose. No, but the baby isn’t a girl, so don’t you be disappointed.

As long as she’s healthy.

We rush through a shower. I put on one of my tuxes then zip up her full-length silk dress, the color of cerulean. Her breasts bulge against the sheer fabric. She slips on low-heeled strappy sandals.

She tugs up her hair into a messy bun. The only jewelry she wears is the diamond and tanzanite ring I stole from my mother years ago and the Saint Christopher medallion her mother gave her.

I pull out a velvet box.

What’s that? she asks.

My last surprise for the evening to go with your dress and your eyes.

She opens it, and her eyes pop. Lennon, you shouldn’t.

We’re raking in the money from the tours. You know I don’t spend much, except on the house and you.

Her fingers trace the dyed blue vein threading through the heavy 18kt gold chain. A several carat sapphire dangles on it. A matching bracelet with sapphires and diamonds rests beside the necklace.

She lifts up the necklace. Would you?

I clasp the chain around her neck and lick the soft skin. She lifts her shoulder while letting out a small laugh.

I love you, Baby.

Lennon? She kisses me, her belly pressing against mine. I love you. She steps back. You look so damn gorgeous.

I whisper in her ear, You do, too. I take her hand and lead her back to Jonathan’s.

In front of the compound, the driver opens the limo door for Jonathan’s fiancé Denage and my little sister Currie. She’ll be twelve soon. Jonathan gets in after them. We sit across from my father, the rock star. His band is up for the legacy award. He’s not even that old, though he looks it from years of hard partying.

Currie’s hair is pulled up, and she wears a deep rose organza dress. She’s so grown up and no longer the little baby I once held and rocked to sleep. Do you think the Bieb will be there?

Rain jabs me to stop me from saying something sarcastic.

Probably. I loop my arm behind Rain and rest my hand on the baby. He’s going to town in there.

The driver drops us off where the red carpet stretches before us. When Rain and I get out last, thousands of fans yell.

Rain stops. My arms wrap protectively around her and the baby, and my gaze lines up with hers. A crippled child in a wheelchair presses against the rope while others practically stampede over her. If it weren’t for the mom blocking the child, they would have.

I recognize them now. They’re from the Children’s Hospital where we perform for the sick children. After doing it once before with Jonathan, it has become a habit for Rain and me. This child had to sit in the back and was taken away before the show ended.

Rain glides gracefully off the red carpet, a huge faux pas. Ryan Seacrest ignores the mega stars Kindy and Cage and follows my girl. Wearing a bright pink wig and huge fake lashes, Kindy stomps her foot, like the diva she is, and shakes her fist at Ryan. The cameras catch all this.

Cage spots Defcon, another rapper, and struts over to him while Kindy continues throwing one of her tantrums. Cage rubs his short fro. He’s half black, so his skin is lighter. Rain thinks he’s hot.

Rain gently takes the young girl’s autograph book. Whom do I make this out to? Rain gives her a genuine smile.

Meagan. Thank you, the child gushes. I saw you—

I remember you from the Children’s Hospital. Rain says, signing her name.

Meagan smiles. You do?

Of course. Rain leans down to hug the young girl. I’m so glad I saw you tonight.

Me, too. She shoves her book to her mom. Look, I have Rain’s autograph.

Ryan catches all this on the mike while the camera guy has left the main lineup of artists. Some of Rain’s female counterparts hate her because she’s pretty, has a hot body, despite being pregnant, and especially because she’s sweet. Guys adore her and fawn all over her. I don’t particularly like that.

Rain addresses other fans straining against the ropes by signing CDs and several photos of her, another social blunder the stars will not easily forgive her for. Following her example, I do a bunch, too. There’s no sense standing idly by.

I love you, Lennon, a teenaged girl screams as I sign an unauthorized photo of me.

Another girl swoons, almost passing out, so I let go of Rain to catch her. She sighs in my arms and bats her lashes. I force her upright, release her, and rest a hand on Rain’s hip. It’s good she isn’t the jealous type, though my ex-girlfriend Jinx is another story. Her name came up the other day because Tyler Studios signed her band Machine Warp. Rain’s ears perked at the mention of her.

You’re too nice, I whisper into her ear as she signs one last photo.

Ryan jams the mike into her face. Rain, you look amazing.

Thank you.

You’re like a politician kissing babies. Plan on running for office?

Her face blushes. Sorry, Meagan suffers from a bone disease. We didn’t get the chance to talk to her at the hospital, and I couldn’t pass up saying hello.

Kindy glares at Rain with disdain because Rain has unintentionally deprived her of the spotlight.

A few girls yell at me by calling my name. I lace my arm around Rain’s waist to let them know I’m taken. It’s been hard to fend them off while touring. Let’s go inside.

We stroll toward the theatre with Ryan in tow. All the stars have come out from Katy Perry to Blake Shelton. Ryan stops us after we get inside for a real interview. Rain smiles politely because he glances at her breasts. They’re hard not to notice, and they’re all mine.

So when is the baby due? he asks.

One of my hands rests on the little guy. I can’t look away from her either. Any day now.

Aren’t you both performing?

Jonathan pulled a lot of strings and signed a bunch of waivers to let Rain perform in her condition. Yes, I say. "Rain and I sing together after my band Indigo Blues plays Intense." The song explains our relationship.

"You’ll be playing Make Love to Me. It’s quite the video. His gaze runs the length of her gown. Rain, your pregnancy won’t hinder you from performing?"

No, I say. As you can tell, we’ve had lots of practice at this song.

He laughs uncomfortably and blushes. Good luck to both of you.

Rain pokes my side for playing the bad boy.

Thanks, but we don’t need it, I say.

Rain laughs, squeezing my hand and biting that inviting bottom lip of hers. We probably should’ve stayed home, so I could slowly undress her.

I lead her away and into the theatre. We take our seats down front to sit by Jonathan, Currie, and Denage.

I don’t let go of Rain’s hand. I lift it to my lips and kiss it while she squirms in her chair.

You okay? I ask.

Just uncomfortable.

By the time the lights dim, Rain leans against me, and the cameras repeatedly highlight us canoodling. Rain quit touring four months ago, mainly because she likes college better. During the summer, she takes on an internship at a local museum.

At center stage, Cage hosts the Grammys. Rain grins big at him. They did a video together, and she gushed all over her childhood heartthrob. She’s lucky I don’t pile drive him into the ground.

When the cameras pan to us, Cage says, Honeymooners. Enjoy it while it lasts.

I smirk at him. It’ll never be over for me, I whisper into Rain’s ear.

She nuzzles my cheek.

Cage introduces multiple-time Grammy winner Fire who opens the show with her latest single. Afterward, he tells a few corny jokes that I could live without.

Rain rubs her belly and burps low. Excuse me. Her stomach has bothered her throughout the pregnancy.

When a band performs a song from a hit musical that is up for an award, Cage steps off the stage, which is completely unrehearsed, and grasps Rain’s hand. Terror streaks across her face. Something’s not right. She loves to dance and hasn’t been the least bit off-balance during the pregnancy.

He twirls her in his arms. Rain moves gracefully for a few turns, but her face blanches. She glances at me, panic racing across her expression.

I take off my jacket because I’ve seen this look many times. She shakes free from Cage, but before she can run offstage, her body crunches to upheave.

I bowl my jacket in my hands for her. There’s no way she’ll make it to the restroom.

I can’t, she says, staring at my jacket, her body doubling over.

It’s just a coat.

It’s too late. She retches into the jacket. Sweat pours off her ashen face.

I’m sorry, Cage says. They cut the cameras away from us.

Jonathan uses his handkerchief to pat the perspiration from her forehead then daubs her lips. He hands it to her.

She smiles weakly. Thank you.

I pick her up while balling up the jacket, so it doesn’t leak. Cage stands there stunned.

She buries her face into my chest. This is so embarrassing.

I still love you, and I bet the audience does too.

She gives me a half-hearted laugh.

Pulling a hand free from underneath her, I rip the mike from Cage’s hands because he hasn’t moved and the cameras don’t know where to land safely. Why do they call this morning sickness? I guess it’s seven AM somewhere in the world.

Everyone laughs and claps their hands. I carry Rain offstage, dumping my jacket in the trash. Someone will probably dig it out later and sell it on Ebay.

Her head rests against my chest. How can I go back out there?

Don’t be ashamed. We’ll get you cleaned up and get through this together. If you don’t feel good, we can leave.

I feel better now.

I steer her into the restroom where she brushes her teeth and reapplies makeup she usually doesn’t wear.

You ready? I ask, offering her my hand.

She nods and clings to me as we make our way back to our seats. The cameras swing to us, and the audience gives us a standing ovation. Rain’s cheeks burn, which just makes her more desirable. I stop and give her a leg-popping kiss that makes the audience go wild. Her hand wanders to the Big Guy that stiffens at her touch. This little episode will probably make it to YouTube, and it’s going to be a long night until we get home to the rose petals strewn on the bed.

As the night progresses, Kim and Kanye, KK, announce Indigo Blues as best new band.

Jonathan claps my back and says, I’m proud of you, son.

Along with my band mates Danny Boy and Clive, I walk up the stairs. I wait until they thank everyone under the sun, then I approach the mike. Several girls shout my name.

I thank the usual suspects including the fans and add, I’d like to set the record straight, though our own personal paparazzi Eaden tried to. He’s no longer the geeky guy who approached me at the sorority party where I saw Rain after eight years of her missing in action. Several rows back, he wears a tux and his girlfriend sits with him. He nods at me while the cameras pan to him. He’s done well because of Rain and Jonathan’s contacts.

After the news leaked out about our pregnancy, the tabloids blamed Rain—that she became pregnant on purpose. It’s quite the opposite. It was completely my fault. I couldn’t stop, and my raincoat sprung a leak. Okay, I didn’t want to stop. That isn’t the complete truth, and it eats away at me. Can you blame me? Look at Rain. She’s smoking.

She blushes, and Jonathan whispers in her ear, making her laugh. I don’t like that they’re close.

I gain a few more laughs and raucous cheers. For me it’s no big deal. I’m ready to have kids. If I don’t count Rain, caring for Currie since birth was the best thing that ever happened to me. I love Rain, and there’s nobody else for me.

The audience digs that, letting me know by another standing ovation.

Both our bands win a couple more Grammys. It’s time for Indigo Blues to play, but I don’t want to leave her.

Rain taps my chest, which I love. Go or you’ll be late. I’ll see you sooner than you think.

Some babe escorts me backstage. Where do they find them all? In LA, it’s like a machine cranks out Playboy centerfolds.

I change into a tank top and the faded jeans Rain and Jonathan insisted I wear. They’re to show off the tats and my body sculpted by the gym and a personal trainer. I only endured the needle for Rain because she likes ink.

I sit down at the Steinway. "I wrote this song for Rain. The song’s titled Intense."

My bassist Clive and my drummer Danny Boy setup the song without issue. When we slip into the chorus, Rain glides out on stage singing in a bluesy Etta James-styled voice, her confidence renewed.

It stuns the crowd until they gather their wits and roar with applause. From all that gospel singing at her father Reverend Haverty’s church, her powerful vocals fire up the audience.

An electric guitar is slung behind her back. When I reach the solo, I let her take over. She’s barefoot, stripped of her stockings. Disappointment tugs at me because I was looking forward to doing that job later tonight.

She takes the mike while Danny taps out a beat. I apologize, I get dizzy in any height over my sneakers. My husband thinks I can’t jam like an acid rocker. Let me know what you think. The guitar wails under her long fingers. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine Hendrix or Page playing. She drops to her knees and slides forward on the floor, the guitar moving fluidly with her. When she tops out of her solo, the audience stands and applauds her. They remain standing until we finish the song. The crowd then erupts in whoops and hollers.

I stand up, lift the guitar over her head, while Clive plays the intro for the next song on the piano. When Rain and I sing Make Love to Me, the outside world slips away. The song is hot and sexy and gives me a hard-on for her. When the song ends, the crowd cheers.

I kiss Rain passionately on the lips, pressing my erection against her hip since the baby blocks her sex. There’s no one else, Baby.

The light in her eyes shines for me. I love you, Lennon Tyler.

More cheers explode from overhearing our confessions.

After a few more awards are presented, Fire and Kindy announce Best Dance Video. Kindy is one of the top female rappers. She has a hell of a booty on her, huge ass and tits. They can’t all be real.

"And the winner is Crank for Make Love to Me," Kindy and Fire scream together.

I stand and help Rain up. Trey and she walk up the stairs together. He’s built like a running back, and his new boyfriend stands and claps for him. Rain stands off to one side to let Trey speak first.

She stands over the mike next. I’d like to thank Tyler Studios, the fans, my family, my band mate Trey, Jesus, my little sister Currie. She waves at her, and Currie grins from the recognition as the camera pans to her. "And Lennon, the love of my life. I know I haven’t been