Bad Boy Dom by Ellen Harper Read Free Book Online

my brow. “What?” I asked, looking at him dead-on.
     
    “Nothing,” he said, smiling again. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”
     
    I rolled my eyes. “Dom,” I started, exasperated with him. “You always try to hurt my feelings.”
     
    “Michelle!” He pretended to be shocked. Sometimes I wonder how he fooled anyone. “I’d never! And I’d never right now… but you look really sexy right now.”
     
    “Thanks,” I blushed, biting my lower lip. Dom stared at me.
     
    We started to walk again, in silence this time. I kept sneaking occasional looks at Dom, hoping he would say something else nice about me, but instead, he started talking about school, and Ryan, and baseball, and finally girls. He had been dating this girl Stephanie until a few weeks ago, and I still saw her crying in the bathroom between every period. She was gorgeous, and blonde, and rich, and skinny, and I wondered how anyone could get bored with her, even Dom.
     
    “So what about Stephanie?” I asked cautiously, once we were almost home. “You’re not even going to ask her?”
     
    “She’s a dumb twat,” he replied, raking a hand through his hair again. “I am definitely, definitely not ever going to ask her out again.”
     
    “Why not?” I asked, unable to keep some of the hope from my voice. Maybe he really was going to ask me! He’d dated through most of the school at this point; Stephanie had been one of the last girls to resist him.
     
    Domenic laughed again, shortly. “Because I’m not, don’t be so nosy Michelle.”
     
    “Then why did you go out with her for six weeks? That’s really long for you,” I observed, suddenly curious. Dom blushed. He looked at me, shook his head, then looked away. “What?” I demanded. “Tell me!”
     
    “She really liked to do something,” he said slyly, a blush creeping up his neck from the collar of his jacket. “That most girls wouldn’t like to do.”
     
    My mind was filled with weird pornographic images of Stephanie. I furrowed my brow. “What?” I asked again, suddenly not sure I wanted to know the answer.
    “Well,” Dom started, twining his fingers together and shoving them in his pockets. “She’s really afraid of getting pregnant.”
     
    “Yeah, I would be too,” I laughed. “My dad would kill me.”
     
    “Her dad is youth group leader at church,” Dom informed me. “It would be even worse than that for her.”
     
    “Ouch,” I reflected, kicking at a pebble as we walked.
     
    Dom cleared his throat. “And… you know, there’s a way you can have sex without worrying about getting pregnant.”
     
    “I know about condoms, Dom,” I said, rolling my eyes. “That’s not really that bad.”
     
    “No,” he said pointedly, looking away. “She really likes it in the butt.”
     
    “What?” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. Dom looked at me, embarrassed.
     
    “Do I have to explain that, too?” He asked me in a condescending voice. I nodded ‘no,’ my skin hot and flushed. “Good,” he finished, stretching. “So that’s why we dated for so long. But she’s stupid, so I’m bored with her now.”
     
    Even though I was too embarrassed to admit to Dom that I didn’t really know anything about anal sex, it wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have. Once we got home, I took a shower and tried to get through my homework. I had two essays and a bunch of math problems to do and no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, it wasn’t coming. All I could think about was Dom and Stephanie, having anal sex. Does he have to use his hands? I wondered, frowning. The whole idea confused me; I couldn’t even think of why a guy would find that sexy. It seemed really gross and weird, and thinking about it for too long made me feel weird and squirmy. I remember my dad worked late that night so he wasn’t going to be home for dinner. He always left me money to order a pizza if that happened, and it usually did a couple of times per week. I