Tempting Love (Cowboys & Angels 3)

Cord frowned. “Life of a cop.”

“Yeah. Sometimes I get tired of it.” I headed to the door. “Thanks for the coffee and ear.”

“Hey, Mitch?”

Stopping, I glanced over my shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Don’t lead her on. She’s a sweet girl, and she deserves more than a guy playing with her feelings.”

I swallowed hard and stared at the floor. I knew my brother was right. When I looked back up, I nodded. “Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t stay then, huh?”

The moment I shut the door I felt sick.

Corina Miller deserved someone who wouldn’t end up destroying her heart. A guy who was willing to give her the life she wanted.

I wasn’t that guy.

“So, this is your place, huh?”

I dropped my keys on the coffee table. “Yep. This is it.”

Cassidy spun around and took in the loft apartment I owned in the building above Lilly’s restaurant. I had bought the entire fourth floor and had it remodeled two years ago.

“I’m glad you finally invited me back to your place and not the back seat of your truck,” she said.

A sharp pain hit me in the middle of my chest.

Cassidy grinned as she placed her hands on my chest. “It’s been awhile since we fucked, Mitch. All that teasing at Cord’s Place the last few months has been driving me crazy. I was glad when I got your call tonight.”

I forced a smile and stepped back. “Want a beer?”

She nodded and made her way to my sofa. “Sure.”

Entering the kitchen, I took a deep breath and opened the refrigerator. What in the hell was I doing? I had tried this once already—with this same chick. It hadn’t worked then, and I was fooling myself to think a redo would change things.

I pulled out my phone and sent a text.

Me: What are you doing?

Robert and I had been best friends since high school, so I knew it wouldn’t take him long to respond.

Robert: About to castrate a bull. You want in on it?

With a smile, I replied.

Me: Yes. On my way. Do me a favor and call me.

Robert: Why? You want to hear my sweet voice?

Me: Something like that.

I grabbed two beers and headed back into the living room. It was time to get rid of the mistake I had almost made.

As I handed the beer to Cassidy, my phone rang. I was going to owe Robert big time.

“This is Mitch.”

“Okay. So I called. Now what?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Aw, we’ve got a chick we don’t feel like sticking to?”

I turned away from Cassidy and rolled my eyes. “That’s affirmative.”

“You owe me, you prick. Get your ass over here. Mary will be glad to feed your face.”

I nodded. “Leaving now.”

I hit End and looked back at the woman sitting on my sofa. “Sorry, Cassidy. I’ve got to go into work.”

She jutted a lip out. “Are you serious? Can’t we just…you know? Really quick?”

Jesus, how do I get myself into this shit?

Grabbing my keys, I headed to the stairs and motioned for her to follow. “Sorry, duty calls.”

She groaned and snatched her purse off the table. “Seriously, Mitch? I’m tired of this. You feel me up at the bar and then you switch off when I mention sex. Are we ever going to fuck again?”

I laughed and placed my hand on her lower back. “Cassidy, you know there is no chance of an us. Ever.”

“That’s fine! But my panties are tired of being wet and not getting any relief. I don’t need a relationship, Mitchell. I need your dick.”

By the time we got to her car, she was finished giving me hell

“I’ll see you around?” I said, kissing her on the cheek.

“Fine. Be careful.”

She slipped into her car and a part of me felt guilty that she thought I was going to work. I sighed as I walked to my truck.

Fucking hell. I needed to stop this shit. For the last six months I kept getting close to fucking, only to throw on the brakes.

I couldn’t get her out of my head.

Corina.

I closed my eyes and went back to the night we’d spent together. I’d only slept with one person since the night I’d spent with Corina. And that was Cassidy, a failed attempt at meaningless sex to wash away the memory of Corina.

All it did was make me feel worse.

By the time I pulled up to Robert’s, Cassidy had sent three pictures. Fuck, I hated selfies. What did she think I did with them? Jack off to her tits and duck lips?

Hardly.

I got out of the truck and walked up the drive.

“Well, look who the cat dragged in. Mitchell Parker. To what do we owe the honor?” Mary stood on the front porch of their small farmhouse. Her hands were resting on her seven-months-pregnant stomach.

“Well, I was about to screw a girl and needed an out so I had Robert call me. Pretended it was work and all,” I said with an evil grin.