Novel & Cerita Leon Kennedy X Male Reader

“Took you long enough. Come here, let me hold you.” Something about that simple sentence soothed her. She walked over to him. Just as she was about to sit, he took her hand and smiled softly, “Be good. Get the hair dryer.” She returned with it, then settled in his lap, back to his chest. On the laptop screen was an email detailing Kennedy’s life overseas. He gently dried her hair, then set the dryer aside and wrapped an arm around her waist while his other hand resumed scrolling the mouse. He was reading up on ES Group.

Kennedy was calm and dumb while Ronan was a rascal but smart. “That's not what I was told,” I mumbled. We kept reading, uncovering even more and more information that made me instantly want to have conversation with Ronan. It was said Ronan hurt Kennedy countless times. “This is false,” I told Gilbert. “Might be. There might be some atom of truth too. We should keep reading to know what we're up against,” he replied, scrolling upwards. “Hold on!” I said aloud, calling his attention to something. It was an article that had a video attached to it.

My wolf yelps and drops to her belly inside me, baring her neck and burying her head in her forelegs. “My bad,” Kennedy says, wincing. I smile ruefully. Everyone in the house is used to my skittish wolf. We’ve lived together for a long time now. I know that Kennedy’s wolf would never hurt mine, but there is nothing in the world that will convince my wolf of that fact. Kennedy’s wolf is male. Males are killers. End of story. Frowning, Mari sticks her nose deeper into the fridge. “Who ate the summer sausage?” Kennedy and I grimace at each other behind her back. I left half. Kennedy must’ve finished it.

He just stared at her, her face peaceful now, the fury that had twisted her features gone, leaving behind a fragile beauty that twisted his gut. Leo’s voice, that smug, venomous whisper, clawed its way back into his head: *“Can you stand it, Tyler? Kennedy leaving you? Being with another man?”* The words hit him like a punch to the gut, sending a fresh wave of white-hot rage through him, quickly followed by a cold, paralyzing fear.

She only hoped she could survive waiting that long. Billie fanned her forty-something face. “Oh, girl. These Kennedy men… That one’s a hottie too, I have to say. You are one lucky woman.” Regina just sat there, her face getting warmer and warmer, while the other women enthused over her husband’s traits. “He’s so tall… And that dark hair… Oh, sweet Jesus!” “And what about those dark eyes, eh?” Jane shivered. “Oh, so intense…” “Did you see the muscles in his arms?” Lana asked. “I mean… carry me away.”

I wrap my arms around her tightly and breathe in her scent. “Come on girls, let’s let your mommy calm your daddy down. We can go read that story before bed,” I hear Warren say. I don’t release Kennedy as I hear them get up and walk to the door. “Our daddy’s a badass,” Kendra says. “A big badass,” Kaylee agrees. “Yeah, he is,” Warren says. As soon as the door clicks closed, I shred my mate’s clothes, shoving everything off my desk before laying her on it, ripping off my own clothes, and thrusting inside her.

“That’s fine. I’ll lend you mine,” “Oh!” My eyes lit up gratefully. “Thank you,” I quickly went to the bathroom to clean up my body and get ready for the day. Kennedy had laid out the sports attire on my bed: a pair of pink sports shirts and shorts. I glanced at the shorts carefully. Kennedy is a slimmer size than I am. Plus I had a full ass so I wondered if it was going to fit. “I know what you’re thinking,” her voice echoed behind me.”It’s going to size you so don’t bother about it,”

Ethan excitedly dragged Claudius down the hall and into the kitchen. …. Kennedy has been attached to Timothy all day and refuses to let him out of his sight. Colton smiles as he looks onto the balcony and sees Kennedy curled up in Timothy's lap as he reads to him. "Can we get some more books like these? I like them. I can read these." Timothy asked through the link as he held the book up for Colton to see.

“I don’t believe Mark had any feelings for me at any time. He’s a self-centered pig,” “He did come over to congratulate you on your book sale,” Karen played devil’s advocate. “He seduced me and got laid. He’s a self-centered horny pig who conveniently forgot to tell me he had a wife and son,” “That would make him a lying, cheating, self-centered, horny pig,” Karen laughed. “But he did bring you the files this morning,” “Worthless information. His sole motive was to flaunt the newspaper headline proclaiming him the next Clarence Darrow,”

Ackerly exclaimed. Killan's hand moved with practiced ease, wrapping around his mate's hardened length. His mouth was otherwise occupied, lavishing attention on his Luna's sensitive n*pples. He delicately caressed Ackerly's manhood with his hands, moving them up and down in a gentle rhythm.