Page 267 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
Shane is smaller than me, but she stands tallerwith me.
Braving another touch, I hold her against me, testing myself with how terrible I actually feel.
Nowhere near as bad as I did earlier, and my brain isn’t thinking of all the reasons we shouldn’t do this as I brush her hair away again.
The need between us grows, the tingling in my cock too hard to ignore when a part of her brushes over me.
Leaning up toward her face, I take my chances by giving her a kiss that does nothing to help the ache between my legs or the one in my heart, because she does it, she finally pushes me away the second I leave an invisible mark along her jaw.
I freeze, unable to do anything as I lie beneath her.
“That could have been nice,” she whispers almost silently. Too seductively. “But I need to know why before I think you’re someone I can trust again. And I can only dothat kind of thing with youif I truly trust you.”
I look at her dumbfounded, not having any clue what she’s talking about.
“Why did you threaten to kill me? I have to know.”
My mouth moves, but no sound comes out. I search for my phone that has gone missing somewhere between us, and then I push her away when I don’t find it. Stretching over her, I reach for hers instead. There is a list of texts and missed calls that instantly get my back up. All from Shane.
I ignore them and force her to do the same by using her phone to text with no recipient.
Dollancie:
What the fuck, Dollie!
I flash the phone in her direction, not too close to her face because I know that stresses her out.
“It’s a simple question, Ambrose.” She straightens, sitting back up on the sofa and hiding behind the blanket.
She doesn’t reach for Duggan, who now sits closer to me than her. With fast fingers, I delete the message and replace it with another.
Dollancie:
I never did that.
You know I’d never do that.
“You did. In the one and only letter you ever sent in the time we were apart.” Tears fill her eyes, and I desperately want to wipe them when a lip tremble joins them on her face. It affects her voice as she continues to speak. “You told me you’d slit my throat, like Mom’s, if I ever contacted you again.”
Dollancie:
I sent you hundreds of letters.
I wrote to you weekly.
“No, I only ever got the one.”
Dollancie:
No, there were so many more. All telling you how much I missed you. How much I needed you. I was alone, and I just wanted the one person I thought would always be there for me. I never got a letter from you, but I sent so fucking many, Dollie.
Not one of them ever mentioned Mom or Dad because I needed to forget them for a while. I needed them out of my head because the whole thing hurt. Do you really think I’d even consider doing something like that to you? I gave up everything to keep you safe. I wouldn’t hurt you. I couldn’t hurt you. It would kill me.
Slowly, her eyes drift over the words, then she says, “I never got them. I got one letter from you, and who else could have sent it?”
Dollancie:
Well, I sent them here. Who picked up your mail?
