Free Their Mating Illusion [Paranormal Protection Unit 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Honor James Page A

can shed that persona because there is only one man that I want to share magic with.” She saw him look at her and smile. “Yep, it’s you, buddy. Good or bad, you got me for the rest of forever.”
    He didn’t bother correcting her slight misconception about his ‘virginity.’ Some things she just didn’t need to know. Reaching his bike, he strapped his bag on the back and dug out the helmet for her to wear. “We’ll have to get you one that fits if you’re going to ride with me often,” he said as he fit the helmet to her as best he could. Winking, he got on the bike and started it before giving her a hand to climb up behind him.
    “I think that I would love to ride with you often, so yeah, we should get me one,” she told him and climbed up on the back of the bike. Wrapping her arms around his middle, she shimmied in closer to him and smiled. “Take us home, Quincy,” she chortled happily. “So that we can figure out how we are going to work together,” she teased and felt free. Finally she felt free.
    Rubbing her hands that were wrapped around his middle, he revved the engine up and slowly backed the bike out of the slot. Slipping on his shades, he gave it some power and headed for the exit. Getting on the street, he finally relaxed a little and sped them up. Racing for his place, he kept his speed down. He wasn’t going to risk her, not now that he finally had her as his.

Chapter Seven
     
    When they pulled up outside of Quincy’s home, it wasn’t what she expected. It wasn’t that she was expecting a pigsty or anything like that, but when she saw the quaint little house sitting off on its own nestled in the wooded lot that it lay on, she smiled. “This is not where I had expected you to live,” she admitted to him and got off with his help. “Thank you,” she said as she rubbed at the insides of her thighs. “Never knew how much the vibration affected a person.” Not in a bad way either. “I definitely think we will have to ride together far more often than not,” Maya told him with a smile. “In fact I do believe I will insist upon it.”
    Taking the helmet from her, he smiled faintly and collected his backpack. “Come on,” he told her, putting a hand at her back. Guiding her toward the little house, he unlocked the door and disarmed the extremely high-tech and complicated system. It kept all his stuff perfectly safe, always would.
    Stepping in, he shrugged out of his duster and caught her look at the weapons strapped to his body. “I’ll go and put everything away if you want to wander around,” he said, putting the helmet up on a shelf. He might be a Warlock but he’d also learned that sometimes it was just better to shoot the bad guys rather than risk burning his abilities out. Abilities that could potentially save lives. “There’s juice, milk, water, and probably some beer and wine in the fridge from the last pizza party we had here.” It had been a while so Gods only knew if the alcohol was still all right or not.
    Shutting the closet, Quincy moved closer to her. “The place is a little larger than it looks from the outside.” Major understatement of the year. Backing onto a wooded lot definitely had its advantages for hiding a bigger house. Kept people from figuring out just what he had there. Leaning in, he brushed a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t get lost,” he spoke with a small smile before he headed up the hall toward the master suite way, way in the back.
    When Quincy left Maya began to look around the place, getting her bearings as he had instructed. It was surprisingly well kept for a man that lived alone. Brushing her hand over the couch, she thought about life, and the life that it seemed was working its way toward her. She wished that she knew what was going on in Quincy’s mind. Sad but true. She wished that she knew what was going on in his mind because he seemed to really not want her to be there.
    Dropping onto the couch, she pulled her feet up and under