Travis Barker With Hair Novels & Stories

I liked to smell good…even for myself. I curled my hair and tied it in a bun at the top of my head. Some tendrils escaped to frame my face. I looked simple but nice. I wasn’t planning to catch any attention. Two days wasn’t enough to make people forget about the locker room fight that Alexander and Trip had with Travis Cross. In fact, two days wasn’t enough to make anybody forget the show of emotion from Travis Cross. If he hadn’t been such a hottie, he would almost have been the campus outcast, as he seemed so uninterested in any high school drama. I wasn’t sure if he really meant he would take me to prom. If he didn’t show up, I wouldn’t go at all. Not after slapping Alex in the face and t

he says and Jagger nods. “Send him the image and get him to tell us what they are talking about,” Jagger says, and Travis nods as he clears his throat. “Her,” Travis says and we both frown, looking at him as I cross my arms in front of my chest as Jagger raises a single eyebrow. “I know someone doesn’t mean it’s a guy. She is actually a girl,” Travis says and Jagger nods as he rolls his eyes. “Whatever,” he adds, and I take a deep breath.

But, it was his father's strong intentions and he had no choice but to follow. As he held onto Serena's gaze, he marveled at the sight of his sexy ass mate. She had an exotic beauty going on: tan skin, almond shaped brown eyes, and a heart shape face. Her hair was a straight chocolate brown with stray tendrils that framed her face when she tucked her hair behind her ear. But what attracted Travis to her appearance was her lips, those luscious lips that he never got tired of kissing whenever they were together. He loved her so damn much...

I hurriedly put them on and searched under my bed for running shoes, I pulled on some socks and slipped into the shoes, then ran out of my room, down the stairs and out the door to meet him standing there, just like he said. He turned around and I suddenly felt self-conscious, he moved closer to me and raised his hand, nearing my face, I half thought he was going stroke my cheek but instead I felt a gentle tug on my hair. I looked up to meet his eyes and he smiled, still holding onto a lock of my hair, "Are you gonna leave it down like this?" he asked. I was confused as to what he meant by that until it clicked, I looked on my wrist for the hair band that I always had there for gym. I pulled

We are doing it at Brooklyn Bridge Park with the bridge in the background. Jeremy stops on the street in front of the site and I get out of the car. There’s a flurry of activity as my staff, makeup artists, hairdressers, interns, the photographer and his assistants all run around. However, my eyes go straight to the tall figure standing in a gray three-piece suit with his hand in his pocket, as cool as a cucumber in the sea of chaos. Travis is here. We haven’t spoken since that night and havebarely seen each other. I have been avoiding him, and I’m guessing he has been doing the same. So I am surprised to see him here.

The 'or something' turns out to be right. "What do you think?" Barbara asks, turning towards me. My mouth gapes open. Holy shit! Her pubic hair is a perfect triangle, coiffured with crisp edges all around and a flat surface that reminds me of a well-manicured lawn, or Grace Jones' haircut. It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen. Her tightly curled hair creates a smooth, thick covering nearly half an inch thick. "I just did it a week ago," she adds apprehensively when I don't answer. "Do you think it's too much?"

The first thing I saw was Travis sitting at my bar, holding a newspaper. He was dressed in his customary black turtleneck and gray skinny jeans. Travis had worn pretty much the same thing since I met him in high school—back then, he sported band T-shirts, but the colors were always the same. He wore his blond hair in a tidy combover, a welcome change from his old grungy long hair from his teens and early twenties. Now, he really looked the part of my accountant and the vice president of my company. He looked at me and arched a perfect blond brow. “Where is your coffee, bro?”