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"Hell, I think there were studies that said fucking was good for your heart." "Laughing is good for your heart too and there are no downsides to it. I think I'd rather watch a comedy." "Fair enough, but you're missing out." "Uh-huh. If you think you can get more attention from another girl, feel free to take off. Night's still young." "No, I like where I'm at." Certain he was checking out my butt, I spun around and glared at him. Cooper only smiled. "Like I could see anything with those pants on," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not kidding either. Your ass could have fallen off on the ride over and I wouldn't be able to tell." Staring up at Cooper, I soothed out the grumpy from my face and gave him my best Thumper eyes. "You're so charming, Coop the Poop," I said in my sexy voice. "I like when you do that with your eyes," he said, ignoring the rest. "The voice is hot too." Turning around, I continued towards the apartment. "You're welcome for the compliments, Farah. Please, stop thanking me. You're embarrassing yourself."
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cooper-and-farah
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"I like when you call me your girl," I said, caressing his arm. "It makes me feel warm all over, but mainly in certain places." "Fuck no," Cooper grumbled even while grinning big. "I'm not getting distracted." "Big baby," I said, sitting down and crossing my arms over the prize. "Fine. I'll let you lose the old fashioned way. By sucking more than me."
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cooper-and-farah
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6b9827c
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"Cooper's dark eyes studied my face then he smiled. "I really am crazy about you. Let me make it up to you." "What about Nick?" I asked, daring him to freak out again. His jaw twitching, Cooper shrugged. "He's a guy. He gets it. In fact, I think he's hot for one of those giggly blondes in class. Shar, I think is the one. No need for me or anyone else to care about old Nick." "So I can study with him?" Cooper narrowed his eyes and exhaled hard. "Why him?" "He's in a bunch of my classes and he takes great notes." "Great notes? Is that code?" "I waited all day to see you, Coop," I said, placing my hand on his chest where I knew the cross was hiding under his white tee. "I missed you then you ruined everything by focusing on him. Will you keep doing that? I need you to focus on me." "You want me, right? Not him." "I want you so much, but I think it's a mistake. You obviously don't trust me." "Don't make it about trust. It's not even about you." "What the hell does that mean?" I asked, removing my hand. Cooper looked ready to grab my hand and return it to his chest. I saw him fight the urge then he forced a smile. A really fake smile that never reached his eyes. "It's about me. It's about my feeling like someone is trying to take away what I need. You aren't doing anything. I just can't have a man sniffing around my girl." "He's not sniffing around me." "Don't be naive." "You said he liked Shar." "Why do you care who he likes?" Backing away, I sighed. "I'm taking the bus home." "No, wait," he said, wrapping his arms around me as I retreated. "Look, I'm jealous. That's not a bad thing, is it? If you saw me with some chick, wouldn't you be jealous?" "Yes, but I wouldn't freak out and scare everyone." "That's because you're classy. I was raised to be a caveman though. I should get credit for not taking you by the hair and dragging you back to my cave. You know, after clubbing your boyfriend to death first." "You're nuts." "I'm teasing you." "Not completely," I said, staring at him in horror. "No, not completely. Well, I'm not kidding about clubbing him to death, but I'd never drag you back to my cave. Me want woman to want it bad."
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"Laughing, Bailey still put on a little frown. "I want a man to cuddle." Tucker stopped kissing Maddy long enough to look at Bailey. "Everyone needs love. Even the dipshit. I'll find someone for you." Tucker looked around. "How high are your standards?" Bailey opened her mouth and I knew a tirade of profanity was coming. Before she got started, I hugged her to me. "Tuck wants to help you. It's his asshole way of showing his love. Tell him thank you and we'll train him to be less of a jerk." Bailey took a deep breath and nodded. "Thank you, Tucker." A sober Tucker might have teased his sister, but the drunken version hugged her and told her that he would find someone great. Hot, big dick, money, good hair, the whole package. Cooper frowned at both me and Farah. "You two are having an adverse influence on the family. Fucking Sawyer said thank you earlier today. What's next? Will she say please?" Grinning, Farah cuddled up to Cooper."
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tucker
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"Farah answered the door and I knew immediately her pants had recently been off. When our eyes met, I sensed she knew I knew. Farah gave me a casual smile then realized her ponytail was hanging weird off her head. "Sex is fun, huh?" Lark said, walking past her friend. "We're like rabbits too." Farah laughed. "We got home late and needed to let off some steam." "Four times," Cooper announced, bouncing the stairs. Grinning, I was ready to smack that smirk right off his face. "We have news." "Moving in together is such a great first step in a relationship," Cooper said, wrapping an arm around Farah's shoulders. "We remember those days, don't we, baby? So long ago." "You're being obnoxious," Farah murmured to her husband. "A giant obnoxious stud." Lark laughed and winked at me. "Speaking of studs, Aaron knocked me up our first time while I was on the pill. Bam! That is some super sperm!" Farah burst out laughing while I gave Cooper two middle fingers. He just glared at me like I'd knocked up my new girlfriend just so I could make him look weak. Yes, everything in the world revolved around Cooper including my sex life. "Fuck you," Cooper growled at me. "Don't feel bad. I mean, you had sex four times," I said, putting up four fingers. "Wow, you're bound to have at least one good swimmer in the bunch." When Cooper ran at me, I took off through the dining room, past the kitchen, and out the backdoor. My buddy was big and strong, but he was slow. I was in the front yard before he got past his excited dogs. Lark opened the door for me then we shut it on Cooper who started cussing until he realized kids were nearby. Farah was laughing so hard she sat on the ground to keep from falling. "Let me in," Cooper said in a low pissed voice as he glared through the side window. "Say it first." "Congratulations, jackass. Now, let me in my damn house." "That's not what I want you to say." "Then what? I'm not saying please, so it better not be that." "Not please. I was thinking something like, 'Gee, Aaron, can your balls dumb down things for my balls? I'd be ever so grateful to know how babies are made.' Yeah, something like that." Farah was rolling around on the floor and no help to Cooper who clearly wasn't saying what I suggested. Lark finally unlocked the door and smiled at Cooper who exhaled like a pissed bull. "You're welcome," she said, grinning. "For what?" "I talked Aaron out of mocking you as badly as he wanted. This was the tame version. So you're welcome." Cooper shook his head and finally smiled."
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"Aaron lifted me up onto his hips and I knew we weren't staying. "We just got here," I murmured against his cheek. "Don't you think Judd and Coop will take their women home to celebrate?" Glancing around, I noticed Tawny high fiving Judd who looked pretty proud about his revenge on Mac. Nearby, Farah was squeezing Cooper's flexed muscles. None of them were planning to stay at the bar. "Are you okay, Bailey?" I asked as Aaron started for the door. "Sure, I'll just hang out and pretend Vaughn is charming. It'll be good practice for the next loser I date." A grinning Vaughn patted the spot next to him in a booth. As the blonds got comfy, Aaron carried me to the Harley and sat me on the seat. "You saved me from mean words," I teased as he felt me up in the spot Mac thought I needed help. "No one messes with my girl." "Mighty sperm and powerful fists. Plus, you can cook and paint and write poems and a million other qualities. I've hit pay dirt." "I need to get you home," he said and I sensed the ride would be uncomfortable for him. As I wrapped my arms around his waist, he started the Harley. "Raven bought headphones, so we can fuck really loud and she won't be bothered." "The best houseguest ever," Aaron said over his shoulder. As we sped away, I noticed Judd chasing a laughing Tawny to the parking lot. Cooper strutted out with Farah clinging to him. Everyone was happy except for a naked Mac tied to a tree in what I assumed was the club's version of a time out."
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cooper-and-farah
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"You shouldn't call girls bitches." "That chick is a bitch. I don't need to know her to know that much. The way she was looking at you the first night was like she wanted to kill you because you took her table. Who gets that pissed off about a fucking table?" "She probably needs the tips." "So you like everyone, huh? Is your nickname doormat?" Crossing my arms again, I stared at the television and planned to ignore him. Except he was in home, on couch, and playing with hair. "Screw you," I said, smacking his hand away. "You're rich and people kiss your ass. Great for you, but I'm not rich and I have to get along with people. I have to take shit from people to keep my job and make enough money to go to school. So screw you for thinking I'm a doormat because I didn't punch Piper for giving me dirty looks." Cooper very deliberately reached out and wrapped a lock of my hair around his fingers. All the while, he held my gaze, daring me to stop him. "I get it," I said quietly. "What I want doesn't matter. I bow to your superiority. Should we just fuck now so you can forget my name like your brother said?" "My brother is a turd. I told you that," Cooper said, taking one of my legs and resting it over his thighs. "Don't be so pissy. I just want you to admit you like me." "Fine, I like you." "Yeah, I know, but thanks for being honest."
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"Must be nice," I said, caressing the stick as if it might be my buddy and help me win. "Money makes life all kinds of nice. Oh, and the way you're fondling the stick is making me super horny here. I also suspect you're doing that on purpose. Now, who's cheating?" Glancing back at him, I grinned. "You're in a constant state of heat. I'm not taking the blame for that." Throwing his head back, Cooper laughed. "Fair enough."
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"Don't you want to know my name?" he asked, grabbing the ketchup bottle without taking his eyes off of me. "Sure. What's your name?" "You don't sound genuinely interested." "I'm not begging if that's what you're waiting for." Throwing his head back, he let out a deep rolling laugh before focusing his dark gaze on me again. "I wouldn't mind seeing you beg," he said then added when I frowned, "Cooper." "Anyone ever call you Coop the Poop or Poopy Coopy?" I asked, messing with him because his iron stare made me nervous. "No," he muttered. "Not to your face anyway." A smile lifted the corner of his mouth and his gaze softened. "No, not to my face." "I guess there are benefits to being scary." --
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"Sighing, I scooted down in the booth and pulled away my hand. "You can't control everything. It's like you're a finished product and I'm a brand new idea. You're making all the decisions about who I can be and what I can do, but I can't make any decisions about who you are." "Well, for one thing, I'm not eighteen. For another, you have control over how I feel and that's still power. Finally, maybe you grew up with a boot on the back of your neck so you need all of this independence to feel like you've accomplished shit, but you need to get over that. I take care of the people I love. My money can make your life easier and that makes my life easier. I'm not molding you and I don't think you need molding anyway. The only difference between us is that I know I'm a finished product and you think you still need to change. You don't and working this weekend so you can buy new clothes you don't need won't make you better. It won't make you stronger or smarter. It'll wear you down and give you a false sense of accomplishment. In the long run, your grades will suffer and you'll hate your job and school and, God forbid, me." "I've dreamed of this life for a long time and I want it to be like my dream." "Dream bigger, baby." "You mean dream of you." "A dream with me in it, yes, but I know you want to be a teacher. I see on your face what that means to you. I'm not saying give up everything for me and be my bitch. I'm saying live your dream along with being my bitch." "Fuck you," I hissed, grinning. Cooper shared my smile. "I have to protect you. I have to feel like I'm doing right by you because my heart hurts when you aren't happy. The last day sucked worse than any time in my life. I just couldn't give two shits about anything because I'd lost you." "I don't know. I still feel like I should work this weekend." Cooper sighed for nearly a minute then shook his head. "Healthy relationships are about compromise. Don't work this weekend and go to the fair with me and I'll buy you new clothes. See, compromise?" "You get everything you want. How is that compromise?" "I'm buying you new clothes that I don't think you need," he said, grinning. "I'm wasting money on your delusion. You're welcome." Laughing, I finished my soda then stood up. "I'll think about it." "And say yes when I take you home later."
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"If you die, I'm dating your corpse." "I'm being cremated." "I'll date your urn." "My urn already has a boyfriend. They're really serious too." Cooper laughed against my neck then wrapped himself around my waist, swallowing me up with his warm embrace. "My pop has my mom's name on his wrist," Cooper whispered against my cheek. "Underneath, he has my name along with the lesser crap kids he got stuck with." "I'm in college," I blurted out. "Yeah, I remember you mentioning that." "Tattoos. Kids. Dating my corpse. Seems serious." Leaning back, Cooper adjusted me so I rested against his chest. "I always planned to settle down when I was an old fart like my pop. Meet some cute piece of jailbait and make a few bad seeds plus one decent kid I could trust with the family business. Instead, here I am not even done with college with a tattoo of my girl's name on my wrist." "You could change your mind." "I won't. You're a keeper." "I could change my mind," I said, wiggling my brows at him. "Who would you replace me with? Seriously, look around and see what shit pickings you have to choose from. I'm the best you'll ever do, baby." "You are pretty sexy. Tall too. Yeah, I can see keeping you around." A grinning Cooper glanced at Aaron. "I'm so whipped." "It's pretty nauseating, yeah."
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date-your-corpse
nauseating
whipped
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