If You Were Ours

Chapter Twenty - Tyson

Tyson ~

Kinsley's legs wouldn't stop trembling as we undressed her, but the shaking didn't seem to scare her the same way it had before. We were also twice as rough and had introduced her to some impact play for the first time in her life, so the shaking and fatigue wasn't a surprise to us.

"Lean on me baby, I'm not gonna let you fall," I said from my knees in front of her, letting her use my broad shoulders to steady herself.

It was only then that I realized that I was kneeling in front of her. Actually kneeling.

Kneeling was the most submissive position that one could offer and I'd never kneeled for anyone before, yet I had dropped to my knees in front of Kinsley without giving it a second thought.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Once I became aware of my position, I held her hands to steady her, but quickly stood until I towered over her instead of kneeling before her.

Dane scooped her up and gave me a slight chin lift to head to the tub. After lowering myself in, Dane handed her to me easily as if she were a doll that weighed nothing. I eased her into the hot water slowly, positioning her between my legs and letting her lean back against my chest, with Dane holding her legs in his lap.

Our sweet Kinsley could barely hold her eyes open as Dane ran a sudsy cloth over her entire body. We had pushed her boundaries and we weren't gentle but she had taken everything we had to give which had exhausted her little body.

I would have thought she had fallen asleep in my arms if it wasn't for the tiny patterns she was tracing on my skin. Tilting my head to get a better look, I realized she was tracing the outlines of the tattoos on my forearms. The small motions of her fingers were adorable and I don't think shit is adorable, not only that but it felt good, really fucking good.

I loved the feeling of her hands on my skin and closed my eyes letting the goosebumps travel up and down my arms and shoulders as she outlined the ink on my skin with her fingers.

As soon as I opened my eyes I felt Danes stare. He gave me a knowing grin as he watched how Kinsley was affecting me, but only got an extended middle finger from me in return.

Fuck you, Dane.

My harsh gesture only made Danes grin grow wider, knowing he had gotten under my skin.

I shifted Kinsley slightly, moving her where I needed her as she started to doze on my chest.

"You ready to get out baby?" I whispered against her ear.

"Mmhmm." She hummed back without opening her eyes.

Her soft admission had Dane moving instantly, getting her a towel and a change of clothes from the counter as he wrapped a towel around his waist and left one out for me.

I could tell by the look on Danes face that he was going to try and force her into my bed, and as appealing as the idea was, I knew better than to allow it. I'd keep her up all night with my constant restlessness or worse, scare the shit out of her with one of my night terrors. No, Kinsley was soft and precious and needed peace and I couldn't give her that. I never wanted Kinsley to be afraid of me - not ever, and if that meant she slept in Danes bed every night, so be it.

"Movie or bed, gorgeous?" Dane asked once he had helped her change.

"I'm too tired for a movie." She admitted with her eyes barely open.

"Bed it is." Dane confirmed with a smile as he kissed the end of her nose. His small gesture put an instant grin on her face that went all the way up to her eyes.