Novel & Cerita Urban Ranger Haircut

“And au naturel would be with the hair, dumb ass.” Lancer grunts, ceding the point. “You’re dressed to impress, minus the dressed. But that sparkling clean chest is quite impressive. I didn’t know you had it in you. By that, I mean I didn’t know you had nipples under all that fur.” “Did you find buried treasure when you shaved it off? Things you’d misplaced? Your spare set of car keys?” Ransom is really getting into it now. I swear, wind them up, and the quiet ones surprise you when you least effing want it.

I could sleep anywhere, and always hunt if I needed to. I got to the main ranger station just as they opened, fifteen minutes early for my appointment. I made sure to park my bike by the front to discourage people from fingering my stuff. There were two men and an older woman behind the counter. The one guy was older, with salt-pepper hair, a thick build, and in a uniform. The other guy was about my age, with short, sandy-blonde hair, a slender build, and in street clothes.

' Wilson asked in his mind but what ce out of his mouth was; "Morning, sirs!" "At ease, Lieutenant!" Said the muscular middle-aged man. He had a balding head with little gray hair amidst the black. His haircut, like every other soldier he had met, was a crew cut. 'That must be the standard hairstyle that Jim talked about.' Wilson thought, once again, feeling grateful to Jim for the important lessons he gave. Without those lessons, he would have been excessively clueless. 'Wait a minute!' He suddenly thought. 'Does that mean Old Rogers is a soldier?'

Always the charmer, that one. “I’ve got a paper to do tonight, I won’t be at practice. Want to order some pizzas or something for dinner?” Ron asked as he sat back in his chair and looked at me. I looked back at my mirror image, different only in hairstyle. Archie’s black hair was a mop of long hair on top, boyish and flirty like some of the soccer athletes from Europe wore theirs. Ron’s was cut in a sensible style, short back and sides, a little longer on top. Mine was a little long all over, mostly because I didn’t care about bi-weekly haircuts and styling gel. I just wanted it to grow long enough that I could tie it back and be done with it.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

The man’s hair had been cut into a Mohawk and that Mohawk had been braided down to his back. “Our Luna helped with cutting hair yesterday, Sir. I think some of the men requested some assistance today as well.” Hank Reynolds answered with a barely contained grin. “So you let her cut your hair like that?” Dale asked dubiously. He couldn’t imagine Hank, who had always been possessive about his hair for as long as they’d known him allowing someone to cut his hair like that. “She was right. The she-wolves have been going crazy about it, since yesterday, Sir. You should see what she did with the feral.”

A drool-worthy state trooper smirked, ruffling River’s hair. I feel like a cougar even looking at him. I’m probably old enough to be his mother, but I can’t help it. Even with Hale standing next to me, I’m looking at this Trooper, fully understanding why River thought he was a stripper. Dark black hair, ocean blue eyes, multiple ear piercings, tattoos peeking out the collar and down his muscular arms from the sleeve of his uniform. A uniform that fits him VERY well. Are all men in Oregon this hot?

*I should probably trim huh? My finger acted without consulting my brain. It saved the snap in chat. I quickly took one doing the same thing. I had trimmed last week so I was a bit more groomed. Plus my pubes were a dirty blond so they didn’t stand out as much against my tan skin. *Idk, they look fine to me.*

AQUA My heart skipped in my chest when I saw River standing on the opposite side of the glass door. He looked very worn out and tired His blonde hair had been shortened to a buzz cut, and a dark stubble had grown on his face. He looked like a mess. I quickly rose from the couch and went towards the window, but a low warning growl stopped me in my tracks. After staring at the black wolf for several minutes, it finally dawned on me the reason why Gunnar had left it with me.