Best (Change Series Book 3)

by Melanie Jayne

  “It’s time,” she said quietly. “After the first of the year, I think we should face this all head-on.”

  “We should bring in somebody who does P.R.,” Forde said, joining the conversation.

  “With Brian’s connections in California, he should probably join in also,” Tony added.

  “Yeah, and he’s a tough negotiator,” I said, “and depending on what you want to do, he can make some calls.”

  “I’d appreciate that,” Billie said.

  I studied her expression, her posture. She showed no signs that she was upset. She seemed determined.

  “Well, I’m excited for Christmas,” Zoe said, stretching. “And then there’s your big shindig, Tye. Last year, I couldn’t stay or do any celebrating, so this year’s going to be fun.”

  Billie declared, “I think it’s going to be the best holiday season I’ve ever had.”

  As Billie smiled at all of us, I vowed to make it so.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Billie

  As soon as I heard the front door close, I rushed to the living room. I wanted to see how Tye’s day was going. He’d been out of the apartment since nine this morning to meet the planners at the mansion for tonight’s party. My day was clear until four when Ramsay and her glam squad would arrive.

  I rounded the corner. “How’d it go?”

  He had just hung up his jacket and was greeting the dogs.

  I loved how he treated the “kids”. He was affectionate and slipped them treats all of the time.

  He gave Amy another scratch behind her ears then straightened. “Everything arrived on time for set-up, and I left because I kept getting in the way.” He moved closer and kissed me on the lips.

  “Anything I can help you with?” I slipped my arms around his waist, holding him to me.

  His eyes darkened. “What are you offering?”

  I gave him a little squeeze. “A little stress relief, and then maybe a nap? Unless you’re hungry. I could make you something to eat first.”

  “Not hungry for food,” he growled. Then he knelt, put his shoulder into by belly, and lifted me as he stood. He started moving toward the bedroom.

  “Tye, dammit, put me down,” I cried out. “You’re going to get hurt.” I tried not to shift too much, but I was uncomfortable hanging upside down. I was too heavy for him to be carrying around, although he didn’t seem to be straining.

  The dogs were joining in the fun, barking and dancing as they followed us.

  He dropped me on the bed, and I bounced a few times on my back. “Dammit, I hate that,” I groused. Not too convincingly, because he only smirked.

  Tye pulled his sweatshirt over his head then pushed the dogs out of the bedroom and closed the door. His hair was a mess, and I wanted to run my fingers through it.

  Fuck, I was supposed to be miffed about the carrying me thing. I started to roll to my side so I could get off the bed.

  Tye dove to the mattress, bouncing beside me. “Nope.” His strong hands held me down. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  “You could have hurt your back.” I glared at him. “That would have thrown a wrench in all of our plans for tonight.”

  “But I didn’t.” He pulled my shirt up and whipped it over my head.

  Like a love-struck dummy, I totally gave in to him.

  “No bra. I like.” His lips sought my hard nipple.

  His mouth was warm as he sucked, and when he released one he moved over to the other and did the same. He pushed my breasts together, plumping them. “I love your tits,” he mumbled.

  I ran my hands over his shoulders and through his hair.

  One of his hands moved down my ribs to my stomach and straight down into my yoga pants. “No panties, Billie? We’re you planning this?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  I couldn’t speak because his finger entered me without any warning. My gasp was sharp—not because it hurt, but because it felt so good.

  “So wet,” he rasped. “I didn’t need to play with your tits, did I? I could have pulled your pants down and fucked you on the floor, couldn’t I, Billie?”

  I was already panting. “Please.” My hands moved to the waist of my pants, and I pulled the string, untying them. “Tye,” I pleaded. I tried to lift my hips to push them down.

  “Not until you tell me, baby. I want to hear you say the words. I love it when you tell me what you want me to do.” He kissed my throat. “What do you need to get off?”

  “Honey, I-I...” I couldn’t think of the words. I wanted more of his touch so badly. He made me crazy. “I need your cock in me.”

  “Not my mouth?” He kept a steady rhythm with his finger, in and out.

  “Nooo.” But I didn’t sound so sure because I loved his mouth.

  “I don’t think you know what you want.” He rolled me onto my belly and pulled my pants over my hips and down my thighs.

  It didn’t even occur that I must look ridiculous, completely naked except for thick woolen socks. I heard him undressing, the sounds of his boots hitting the floor. I was just starting to feel chilled when he covered my upper body with his. He trailed kisses down my spine. I felt my body break out in goose bumps. I loved having his mouth on that sensitive line of bones.

  I was lost in his teasing kisses, my feet were flexing, and I fought the urge to start humping the bed.

  “Up on your knees, Billie.” He tapped my hip with two fingers.

  I rose to my hands and knees. Then I felt warmth behind me, between my legs, as he moved closer. I pushed back my ass to greet him.

  “So needy.” He chuckled and ran a hand over my ass cheek then downward between my folds. “All for me.” One finger pushed into me and then another.

  God, it felt so good to be filled, but I wanted more.

  He glided his mouth over my ass cheek, and then bit me.

  I jerked at the sting, but he quickly soothed it with his tongue. Tye liked my ass. He ran his hands over it, squeezing, swatting it all of the time. I knew it was too big and round, but the only time I’d mentioned those feelings during sex, he’d stopped and gotten dressed, telling me there was “no room for insecurities in our bed”.

  I felt his fingers leave my channel and move upward, following the curve of my body, painting the space between my cheeks. I fought the urge to clamp them shut.

  “Shh,” he cautioned as if he sensed I was fighting my reaction.

  “Oh, Jesus.” I exhaled as the tip of his finger rimmed my hole.

  “You like that.” He kissed my hip.

  God, those nerves were so sensitive. I widened my legs trying to give him more room, while trying to relax my cheeks.

  “My woman wants more,” he said against my skin.

  “Tye,” I cried, scrunching my eyes closed.

  He pushed my cheeks farther apart, and I felt his warm breath against that skin. His tongue explored my hole.

  I started to pull away from him. This was new and more than a little shocking.

  “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered.

  It was his voice that stopped me from using my safe word, asking him to pause. His need and his excitement made my pussy clench. I held onto that as I concentrated on how good his tongue felt while he circled my opening, lightly pushed against it, then repeating his teasing touches. He would change it up so I never knew what he was going to do. But I trusted him with my body and my heart. Soon, I was gently rocking against his mouth, wanting more.

  I was making sounds, deep keening moans as he pushed his tongue deeper. My orgasm came on fast, surprisingly. I came hard, shouting his name.

  He moved quickly and pushed his cock into my dripping pussy.

  My arms gave out and my shoulders dropped to the mattress. God, I needed him. “Please, baby.”

  His hands were on my hips, holding tight, maybe a little too tight, but I didn’t care. I was wild with need. “More, Tye, please.” I panted each word
as he stroked in and out.

  “Tell me, baby,” he said, his voice tight as he went to a short and fast stroke.

  I gripped the comforter, hoping it would stop my body moving inching forward. “Harder, Tye. Fuck me harder,” I urged him on. I loved it like this, rough and out of control.

  He switched back to the long strokes, his balls slapping every time he went in to the root.

  We were both past words. Now, we were making low grunting noises as our bodies joined.

  “Need you to come,” he gritted out, shifting a hand from my hip to find my clit.

  When he stroked over the sensitive bud, I felt the electricity course through my body. “Tye,” I screamed as I came again.

  He pumped once, twice, and buried himself deep. Curling over my back, he growled my name against my shoulder and bit down.

  When our motions slowed, he repositioned us on our sides, spooning.

  I swallowed a few times. “Wow.”

  “Jesus, Billie, you kill me,” he said against my skin.

  I have no idea how long we stayed like that. I loved feeling him wrapped around me.

  “You going to take a nap?”

  “Hmm...” I was already half asleep.

  “Let’s get under the covers.”

  I felt him move away, and then shift my body so we were once again entangled, but now warmer under the covers.

  “I shouldn’t have bit you.” Tye ran his finger over the back of my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t care,” I mumbled.

  “What if it shows?”

  “Everybody’ll know you put it there.”

  “Show ’em that you’re mine.”

  He didn’t sound worried anymore. I wasn’t sure if that was a statement or a question, so I left it alone. After a few minutes, I changed topics. “You need to choose between the dresses.”

  I hadn’t been able to decide which dress to wear, so Ramsay and I had agreed the final decision should be Tye’s. One choice was an emerald green gown that had a low “v” in both the front and the back. It was so dramatic that I only needed to wear earrings. The other choice was a purple so deep it almost looked black. The front had a ballet neckline, the curve showing just the start of my cleavage. The back was amazing, exposing a wide expanse all the way to my sides with a ribbon lacing it closed. The long sleeves looked like they would fall down my arms and expose my breasts if you pulled on the ribbon. The skirt hugged my ass but, somehow, it didn’t make it look huge.

  “You look beautiful in the green, but I like the allure of the purple,” he said. “Just make sure nobody can untie it.” His voice lowered in warning.

  “I’ll have Ramsay triple knot it. You’ll have to cut me out of it when we get home.” I smiled against the comforter, knowing he’d be thinking about unwrapping me like a gift all night.

  When Ramsay arrived, I was freshly showered, as instructed. Tonight was all about Tye. I’d be going with the flow, smiling, saying the socially correct things. I’d be an asset to him. That was why I was wearing the dress he’d selected and the gorgeous diamond drop earrings he’d given me for Christmas. The hairstylist had given the top section of my hair a sexy curl, and the bangs dropped to the corner of my right eye. I looked like I had two times more hair than I usually did, but I loved the look.

  My fashion consultant was pacing in front of me as the make-up artist worked on my face. “I want her to have a strong, smoky eye.”

  “No problem with her coloring,” Skye the artist told her calmly as she worked quickly.

  “I wonder how the hair’s going with the ladies?” Ramsay had taken Wade, her hair stylist, to the Fordes’ to start work on Layla and Zoe, who didn’t have to leave until about an hour after us.

  “The babies were crying. Forde and Tony were having beers, and the ladies were giggling while lounging on that huge bed.” My friend smiled and shook her head.

  “You like them.” Or at least I thought she did.

  “Yeah, you did a good job.” Ramsay’s now golden hair was in a chic French roll, and her make-up was subtle, except for the red lips. She looked sophisticated and sleek, all business, where I looked sexy like a model from the late eighties.

  “You can get dressed up here or downstairs, whichever works best for you,” I told her for the third time.

  “I’m going to be fine, Billie. This isn’t my first party where I know practically no one. I’ll find you when we arrive to check in.” She pointed her finger at me. “Don’t you dare worry about me.”

  She knew me too well. “I’m not worrying.” I pouted my lips a little. “Maybe I’ll need a little support. I mean, I won’t know very many people either.” I wanted to make a face at her, but I knew that Skye would throw a fit, so I didn’t. “Plus, I want to see you in that dress.”

  Skye took a step back and gave me an assessing look. Then she dug into her kit. As she started adding individual eyelashes to my lids, she said to Ramsay, “Yeah, that dress is amazing. It probably cost more than my car.”

  “It’s from Chanel’s Spring 2007. I bought it from a woman who never wore it, so I got a good deal.” Ramsay wandered out of the room.

  “She’s going to blow us all away,” I said, smiling proudly.

  “She’s awesome,” Skye agreed. “How do you two know one another?”

  “College. We lived on the same floor of the dorm, pledged the same sorority. Then decided we weren’t into all that sisterhood and shared an apartment.”

  Sky stepped back and motioned for me to turn my head from side to side. She frowned, and then grabbed the eyeliner. “I can tell you’re close, and just so you know, she wants tonight to be really great for you, too.”

  I closed my eyes and felt her draw a thicker line on my lid. “I’m lucky to have her in my life.”

  “Open,” Skye instructed. “Yeah, that’s what I wanted.”

  “What are you thinking for my lips? I don’t want anything heavy because I’ll just chew it off.”

  “Not red, that would be too harsh.” She began to dig through her case. “I brought a tube that’s neutral with only a little color, and another that’s a soft raspberry. Both are matte, so they’re going to stain but leave your lips feeling dry. It’s a tradeoff.”

  I looked at both colors in their sleek silver containers, and then Skye drew lines on the back of her hand and held them near my face as she handed me a mirror. “I’m thinking the neutral,” I said. “I feel like it works with the severity of the dress.”

  “Honey, that dress is sexy as hell. It won’t only be the guests who are into bondage who’ll be following you around all night.” Skye gave me a flirty smile. I wasn’t into women, but it was nice to be complimented.

  She finished my lips, and then motioned for me to look in the mirror again.

  Satisfied, I gave her reflection a smile. “I look great, but I feel even more beautiful. Thank you so much.”

  “Ramsay’s going to snap some pictures before you go. I want to see the entire package.” Sky started to pack up her bag.

  “Have fun with Zoe and Layla. They’re really nice and super excited about tonight.”

  Ramsay’s timing was perfect. She returned just as Skye closed her case. “I’m going to take Skye to the Fordes’, and then we’ll get you dressed. I told your man to dress too, so I can make sure you both look perfect.”

  “Yes, mom,” I teased.

  “You have to change,” Tye was circling me as I stood in the middle of the room with Ramsay tightening up the laces crisscrossing my back.

  “That is not even the littlest bit funny,” she growled.

  Somehow in the last few days, those two had joined forces. I’d caught them talking quietly a few times, and Ramsay would turn very business-like. I didn’t know what they were up to, but I was sure I’d find out soon.

  “Too tight?” she pulled on the sides of the dress.

  “I can breathe, but just barely,” I told her through gritted teeth.

  “Mov
e your arms, I don’t want your boobs to fall out the sides.”

  “Me, neither.” Tye eyed me critically.

  I glanced at him again. I liked him in a suit, I loved him in jeans and a T-shirt, but holy shit—in a tux, I got wet just looking at him.

  “What?” He was giving me a funny look.

  “You in a tux. It’s a lot to take in.” I fanned myself with my hand.

  “Okay,” Ramsay slapped my ass. “Lover boy come stand by your lady so I can get the full effect.” She pointed to the place next to me.

  “One thing before your final check.” Tye stepped to the chest of drawers and opened the top drawer where he kept his underwear.

  I shot Ramsay a questioning look, and by her smile, I knew this was something they’d planned.

  Tye had something in his hand, but he swiftly hid it behind his back.

  “What do you have there?” I tried to sneak a peek behind his back.

  He was trying to hide his smile. Tye liked to give me gifts. “I thought this might work with your dress tonight.”

  He handed me a blue Tiffany’s box. “Oh Tye,” I whispered.

  “Open the box first then exclaim over it, silly.” Ramsay had her camera in her hand.

  I did as instructed. Inside was a platinum, diamond-encrusted thick bangle. I couldn’t contain my gasp. “It’s too much,” I said, raising my head.

  “Never, Billie,” he told me. “Do you like it?”

  I had to blink a few times to fight back the tears. “I love it.” I slid it over my left hand and turned my wrist to watch it shimmer in the light.

  “It’s perfect Tye,” Ramsay complimented his choice as if she hadn’t helped him make the selection.

  “I’d kiss you, but I’ve been instructed not to until midnight.” Tye lifted my left hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over my knuckles.

  “Now, I need you two to stand together. Billie, remember how I showed you?” Ramsay snapped a few photos. She’d spent a half hour instructing me on how to pose for “casual” photos.

  “Get used to it,” Tye murmured. “We’re going to have to do this again and again tonight.” He squeezed my hip, and then dropped his hand to my ass.