Three Wishes by Kristen Ashley Page A

sure Nate was used to, not to let on she was just a small town girl which she was sure would bore Nate to death.
    But, a motorcycle!
    She had no idea that she looked exactly, enticingly, alluringly as excited as she sounded.
    She turned shining eyes to Nate and asked, “Can we take your motorcycle?”
    Nate, who she saw, and Jeff, who she did not see, were both staring at her, lost in her look of delight and abandoned desire.
    Nate forced himself out of his daze first.
    He walked towards her, a grin playing about his sensual lips.
    “I’d say your skirt is not conducive to a ride on the bike.”
    Without a hint of artifice or any idea of the reaction her words would cause, she waved her hand casually in front of her and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll pull it up.”
    Victor cleared his throat.
    Laura dropped her head and smiled at the floor.
    Jeff’s (she did not see) mouth fell open and immediately (also Lily did not know) he decided silently that he hated Nate even more.
    Nate’s eyes warmed in a way that made Lily’s belly do a funny flutter.
    “Do you have an extra helmet?” she asked, doggedly pursuing her opportunity of a ride on his bike just as she doggedly ignored the strange flutter in her belly.
    “I keep one here, yes,” his deep voice answered.
    “That settles it,” she announced, clapped her hands in front of her and linked her fingers, staring up at him with glee.
    “Lily.” His tone said he was going to refuse her and she leaned toward him.
    “Nate, please? My Dad has a cycle,” she pronounced this “sickle” as many people in Indiana did the same, “he used to take me out all the time. I’m a good rider, you’ll see. I won’t be distracting at all. I promise.”
    Her words were said in all innocence and amusement flickered in Nate’s eyes just as Jeff muttered, “That would be impossible.”
    She turned to Jeff.
    “No really,” she said on a huff, “I’m a very good passenger, Dad said so.” And she turned back to Nate.
    He was watching her as if she was the most fascinating creature ever born.
    Somehow at the same time, he also had an expression that clearly said he was going to say no.
    “Please,” she begged on a whisper and Nate’s eyes flickered again and again her belly did a funny thing that felt just like a somersault.
    “For God’s sake, Nathaniel, take her out on the bike,” Victor broke in, giving in in his usual manner as he’d been doing with his children since they were born.
    “No!” Laura cut in. “Lily, you’re wearing a skirt, ” she noted unnecessarily.
    Lily just kept looking at Nate imploringly.
    “You really want to ride, don’t you?” Nate asked softly.
    She nodded her head happily, sensing rather than knowing she was going to get her way.
    “We’ll ride,” Nate decided.
    “Yay!” Lily shouted, clapping her hands in front of her, completely lost in her reaction and she would think later she likely looked like a childish fool, not realising how compelling her exuberance was.
    “Fucking hell,” Jeff cursed not-so-under his breath.
    “That’s enough, Jeffrey,” Victor clipped.
    Lily ignored them, she wasn’t going to give Nate time to change his mind so she asked, “Where’s the helmet?”
    “I’ll get it,” Laura, giving in with dignified but somewhat ill-grace, said.
    “I’ll get my jacket,” Nate followed his mother and as she went toward the kitchen, he turned into the drawing room.
    Victor extended his arm, a cheeky grin on his face. “And I’ll introduce you to the Ducati.”
    “Okay,” Lily breathed, her eyes shining.
    Victor took her to the bike which was a kind she’d never seen before (a lot nicer than the one her father owned), and she loved it the moment she clapped eyes on it.
    Nate joined them moments later.
    Jeff had disappeared.
    “Wear this,” Nate said, shaking out a black, leather jacket.
    “Oh no, you wear it,” Lily replied, finding herself shy at the thought of donning a piece of his