Jax Teller Haircut Novels & Stories

-Aline- Somewhere between Jian's place and mine, I decided that if I have to live the life of a wolf, I will not run around like a shaggy dog. So, I took a quick detour to my new, as of today, very talented hairdresser. To her surprise and admittedly mine, I marched right into the salon with my waist-length, straight black hair to demand she just cut it all off. She left me with just-barely-touching-my-shoulder-length hair.

And then I see him. Jalen. Standing there in a tan suit, with a white neat shirt and a tan tie. Both of his brothers stood as groomsmen. He looks amazing with his low hair cut with it being a little longer on top and back. It was cut into a modern-day mullet. His beard was also neat. And he was crying like a baby. I reach up and wipe his tears. “It’s okay.” “This is the happiest day of my life,” he says. “It’s mine too.”

Josh stood near the others. He was a bit of an interesting one with his preference for shaving his head completely bald even in wintertime. He was a good fighter though, with a wide chest and big barrel arms. Of course, whenever he opened his mouth, you could pretty much bet that whatever was about to come out was a tall tale; and good luck getting him to stop once he got going. He now stood pensively staring at the ground, silent for once.

At the same time, Jax moved in front of me. His long, thick cock was right in my face, the silver Prince Albert piercing gleaming under the low lights. The metal barbell through the head of his cock looked intimidating and incredibly erotic. He gripped my hair firmly with one hand, tilting my head back slightly as he rubbed the pierced head across my lips, smearing pre-cum over them. “Open that pretty mouth, baby,” he murmured.

pulling Godiva protectively to his chest. Godiva fought the rising panic in her heart, as Alpha Jax stood up. With the sides of his hair shaven and the middle held in a bun with the tattoo of a sword on his right arm, his appearance scared her. Luckily, before Alpha Jax spoke again, Alpha Brick decided to break from his apron string, taking over the mantle.

My hair is layered to perfection, and it is only about two inches shorter than when I came in. "Thank you, Shelbie," I say, and she bows before scurrying away. I look over at Sasha's chair to see her haircut still in progress and smile. Her fathers are going to flip when they see the short hairstyle she requested. After swiping my mates' black card, we head to the next store: home decor and furniture. I have no idea if my mates allowed one-night stands into Scott and Moira's home, I would hope not, but I am not risking it. Plus, Sasha needs furniture to call her own.

She nodded, and I could see her relaxed as the hair stylist approached. "Hello, I'm Jay, and I'll be helping you out today. Do you have a preference as to what you want done?" He asked. Alessia glanced at me, "She is getting the full glamour package," I replied, winking at Alessia and then heading to my chair.

Except for the caretaker. His name was Jax Calder. Twenty-six years old, tall and powerfully built, with sun-bronzed skin, messy dark hair, and a thick beard that gave him a wild, untamed look. His white linen shirt hung open, revealing a sculpted chest covered in faint scars and tattoos. Barefoot in faded cargo shorts, he moved with the easy confidence of someone who belonged to the island.

Yuki. His hair was secured in a messy clip, a few strands falling down over his face. He wore no shoes, pajama bottoms, and a frayed hoodie that said "Coffee is My Spirit Animal." He blinked at the XO Team as if in a dream. "Uh. can I help you?" The stylist smiled and said, "You’ve been selected for a once-in-a-lifetime makeover experience by XO. Full treatment. Hair. Makeup. Wardrobe. Free of charge. Just say yes."

a voice said beside me. I didn't have to look. The scent of a fifty-dollar haircut and ego gave him away. Jax stood there, looking like the poster boy for the 1%, sipping a sparkling water like it was the blood of his enemies. “Not a heist, Sterling. A retirement,” I grunted. “Mine. And hers.”