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"Listen up, nerd," he said, glancing over his shoulder while I wrapped myself against his back. "Man, you feel good like that." "Your huge brain is working at a wavelength I don't understand. Repeat what you just said in a dumb way so I'll understand what my being a nerd has to do with you liking this," I said, wiggling my hips against him before raking his back with my breasts. After giving me a groan followed by a naughty grin, Cooper sighed. "I can't even remember what the hell we were talking about," he said, wrapping my arms tighter around him. "Oh, yeah, you being a nerd. So don't worry about getting carded. The Kirk in Whiskey Kirk's is my pop and he doesn't care if you get wasted. He doesn't believe in laws." "I'm not drinking." "Farah, you need to relax and enjoy life." "I come from a long line of drunks and addicts, so I'm not relaxing and enjoying life if it means I become like my loser relatives." Cooper glanced back at me and smiled. "Did you take a shower before I showed up because you're hella feisty?" "Do they have good food at this bar?" I asked, ignoring his question. "Burgers, hot wings, only the best bar food in Kentucky. You just keep holding on while I see if I can concentrate with your tits pushed up against me like that." "I had them pushed up the other night and you concentrated fine." "That's because you were wearing your uniform and I forgot you had tits. No forgetting today." "If you ever want to be friends with them, you really need to stop calling them tits. They don't like that." "Yes, mam," he said, laughing as he pushed off and drove away from the apartment."
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