Travis Barker With Hair Novels & Stories

Also, he could read anyone's thoughts if he wanted, but he believed it was a privacy invasion, and he only did it when necessary. Right now, he had tried his best not to, but he couldn't help himself as several women in the club had his name in their thoughts. "Hello, beauties," Trevor mumbled. He nodded toward the bartender, who had a huge grin and was about to take his order. "Dirty martini." He husked, and the bartender, whose name on his badge reads Timmy nodded. "I'll take sex on the beach." The redhead in the two women winked, then turned to Trevor.

He sighed, running a hand over his inky hair. I frowned, ruffling his hair before leaning to kiss it. " Why do you look troubled?” He heaved out another breath before shaking his head. "Travis wants a land and in exchange they would prove some advanced security tech and weapons. He's indeed a trustworthy person but I'm so hesitant to agree to his terms. I mean this is a land, our borders would be so close. I'm so conflicted.” He complained. I felt my heart fluttering that he was confiding his uncertainties to me.

YOU'RE NOT HELPING BENEDICT AND I REALLY THINK THIS IS NOT A PLACE WHERE YOU SHOULD BE CRACKING UP YOUR DAD JOKES! "Like I would believe you, we did that titanic pose too, on the Titanic that is sinking right beside us. He loves me. I'm his Rose and he's my Jack, he even painted my picture, I mean drew my picture." Travis said while flipping his long hair, yeah long hair. I guess it's a wig but he didn't show mercy to me as he left my right hand to flip his fucking wig.

“Want to come in and join the party?” The calm mask on Travis’s face nearly cracked. His knuckles went white around the ceramic plate as he said, too casually, “I just want to use your bathroom.” Use it. Sure. His hair was still wet. He’d clearly just showered.

As Travis helps himself to repeat more, I apologize and head to the other room to prepare the fourth and last gift from him. He just finished wiping his mouth with his napkin and leaned back and sat in his chair as he slowly walked into the room. His eyes immediately widen and round and a bead of sweat trickles down his temple. Her gaze strays to the revealing strapless red dress I'm wearing, its hem is short enough to show a lot of thighs and legs and it's tight enough to show a lot of curves in all the right places, but what it does To this hot little number so significant (to him at least) is the long charcoal gray hair wig that I'm wearing to go with it.

He put his hand out and she jumped up to greet him. Oh! She didn't know what I was to him. Makes sense. He looked at Trevor who was now irritated until he realized I was standing next to Blake. “Dumbass.” Blake said to Trevor. I tried to hold in my laugh but it slipped. Trevor was the epitome of a light skinned pretty boy with green eyes and short curly hair. But he wasn’t as tall as most of the male wolves I’d been around. He was about five feet ten inches tall.

“I thought it was time to set up the mating ceremony.” Travis sat forward, icy blue eyes sparking with interest. “Oh?” A strand of dirty blonde hair fell across his forehead, the only thing about him out of place. His black V-neck shirt wasn’t even wrinkled. Meanwhile, there were wolves right outside who had holes in their clothes. He had douche written all over him, and the smug look on his face had me grinding my teeth together.

And there he was, standing behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. Travis. He was a transfer student. He played guitar. He had tattoos that looked like he did them himself with a sewing needle. He was everything I wasn't. "Authentic," she had called him. "Raw." The caption read: Finally found someone who sees the real me. ❤️ #NewBeginnings #RealLove

She wore a soft white cotton athletic shirt and matching shorts, her long silver-white braids tied back tightly so they wouldn't swing into her face . Standing directly opposite her, his massive frame towering through the recessed lighting, was Travis . He had discarded his suit jackets, dressed simply in a plain black athletic knit shirt that clung to the powerful build of his broad shoulders . He kept his large hands tucked loosely behind his back in his absolute state of mechanical submission, but his piercing silver eyes were focused on her with an intense, parental devotion .

"I am Jacob, Jacob banners, alpha of the black paw pack, obviously not from your community and also the key to finding your pups." ★★★ The place was a mess, someone had obviously been broken into my center table and my brand new collection of ceramic had been used as weapons… Awesome. "I'm really sorry about your place." Travis voiced out as he walked towards me. He crouched next to me and shared a smile that said; I'm sorry for your ceramics, as he probably noticed me mourning them. "They were newborns… It's okay by the way." I smiled back at him. "I… I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls or return them, I just… I needed time to think, you know."