She turned to Sylas. “That’s not true, is it?”
“Let’s find out, sub.” He grabbed her pussy.
“Oh my. Oh my. Oh my.” Her mouth formed a perfect O. “You’re right. I do repeat myself.” She giggled.
As his cock began to stiffen again, Sylas stared into the eyes of the woman of his and Nic’s dreams. “Nic and I want to make you repeat yourself again and again, sweetheart.”
For the rest of our lives.
Chapter Twenty
Ashley filled her plate with more delicious hors d’oeuvres.
Ethel was next to her doing the same. Standing next to Ethel and sipping coffee was Gretchen. The two women, best friends, were in their eighties, but no one would ever know it. Not only did they look twenty years younger, they also had such energy and passion for life. Like all the women of Destiny, Ashley wanted to be just like them.
Ethel sent her a wink. “Your bachelorette party for Phoebe seems to be serving triple duty, Ashley—bachelorette party, baby, and lingerie shower.”
“Very true,” Gretchen said in her thick British accent, “Just look at how bloody high the two gift tables are stacked. I’m going to tell the hotel staff to bring in another table.”
“No you are not,” Ethel scolded her. “For once, you’re going to just sit back and enjoy yourself. You don’t have to wait on anyone. Gretchen Hollingsworth, do you hear me?”
Gretchen laughed and turned to Ashley. “The Irish can be so bossy at times.”
Ethel shook her head. “You know I’m not Irish, woman. My husbands are. And stop trying to change the subject. Why do you think Ashley chose to have this party at the hotel? She wanted you to enjoy yourself as much as everyone else.”
“Is that true, young lady?”
She smiled and nodded. “I never get much of a chance to talk with you at most of the parties because you are running in and out of the kitchen.”
“Well, I appreciate it, Ashley. But half the fun of parties is cooking and taking care of everyone.”
Ashley put her arm around the dear woman. “Call me Irish, too, Gretchen, if you must, but you’re going to be a princess tonight. Ethel and I are going to see to it. Now, what can I get you?”
Gretchen shrugged. “Someone needs to get another table. Those gifts are going to fall onto the floor.”
“I’ll go talk to the staff,” Ashley said. “But I will be back with a glass of champagne for you. You will drink it and then I’ll pour you another.”
Ethel laughed. “That’s probably the only way we’ll get this Brit to relax is to get her drunk.”
Gretchen smiled. “That’ll be the day.”
“I’ve seen you drunk before, lady,” Ethel said. “Don’t even deny it.”
“Let’s talk about something else, please. Like getting that table.” Gretchen laughed.
“Now who’s being Irish?” Ashley grinned and walked to the door.
“Where you going?” Megan Knight came up beside her. “The party is just getting started.”
“I’ve been instructed to get another table for the gifts.”
“Let me guess. Gretchen?”
She nodded and smiled. “The one and only. She was going to get it herself.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“But she finally relinquished the fight and allowed me to get it.”