Bad Boy Dom: Forbidden Nights Trilogy, #1

By Ellen Harper

Bad Boy Dom is book 1 of the Forbidden Nights Trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Dom Next Door and Dom's Desires are available everywhere now!

He left me broken. But now he’s back.

The last time I saw Dom, I was moaning his name. I haven’t said it since.

Once upon a time, he was my best friend. The star of the high school baseball team, Dom lived next door and made me feel like I was the luckiest teacher’s pet who ever lived. I was quiet, normal, and studious — completely the opposite of the bad boy with a smile that could drop a thousand panties. But for some reason, we clicked. And the sex was on another level.

I was sure we’d be together forever. Dom and Michelle, sitting in a tree…you know how that goes. I was wrong, though. He left me without so much as a goodbye.

But just when I thought he was gone for good, he comes hurtling back into my life like a ninety-mile-an-hour fastball, bent on wrecking everything.

It shouldn’t matter. I plan on never talking to the S.O.B. again. But when I hear the latest news, my heart drops.

Dear old Dom is going to be living much closer than I expected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nick Sopris
• Release date: Nov 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386281412

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BAD BOY DOM: Forbidden Nights Trilogy, Book 1

By Ellen Harper

He left me broken. But now he’s back.

THE LAST TIME I SAW Dom, I was moaning his name. I haven’t said it since.

Once upon a time, he was my best friend. The star of the high school baseball team, Dom lived next door and made me feel like I was the luckiest teacher’s pet who ever lived. I was quiet, normal, and studious — completely the opposite of the bad boy with a smile that could drop a thousand panties. But for some reason, we clicked. And the sex was on another level.

I was sure we’d be together forever. Dom and Michelle, sitting in a tree...you know how that goes. I was wrong, though. He left me without so much as a goodbye.

But just when I thought he was gone for good, he comes hurtling back into my life like a ninety-mile-an-hour fastball, bent on wrecking everything.

It shouldn’t matter. I plan on never talking to the S.O.B. again. But when I hear the latest news, my heart drops.

Dear old Dom is going to be living much closer than I expected.

Prologue

Six Years Ago

Dom and I always walked home together; at least, we did whenever he’d actually made it to school that day. This was our senior year of high school, and in between partying, baseball, and girls, he didn’t exactly make much of an effort. We still lived next door to each other, but now if I looked out the window, I was more apt to see Domenic making out with his flavor of the week than a happy kid skateboarding in the driveway. Not that I could blame him exactly, but sometimes it just felt...disappointing. You know that feeling when you have a crush on someone for years and then you fall out of touch, but you see them again and something just ignites in you?

Yeah, Dom was sorta like that. We played together almost every day as kids, but when we both got to 8th grade, that stopped. He started hanging out with the kids who were going to play sports next year; I joined the debate team. We still hung out, but it was weird. Since we couldn’t really play together anymore, we’d take walks or go swimming together. One night, in 10th grade, I even thought he was going to kiss me; he showed up a little drunk and flirted with me all evening. I was delirious with happiness, I remember I went home and took a long bath and giggled to myself about having a boyfriend. It was one of the most painful times for me to wish that my mom was still alive, so I could gush to her instead of the mirror. But then, the next day, he had his arm around Fawn Daniels, and the kiss I was waiting for never came.

So I was pretty surprised when one day in April, right after midterms, Dom caught up with me just as I was leaving school.

Hey, ‘Chelle-belle, he teased, sticking out his tongue at me and smirking.

What’s got you in such a good mood? I teased back, blushing a little. I hated whenever anyone else called me by anything but my full name, but I never minded Dom’s stupid nicknames. From across the campus green, I could see a group of cheerleaders, staring at us.

I passed my midterms, he smirked at me, ruffling my hair.

I instantly groaned. Domenic! That’s not even fair. You like, don’t even study.

Coach Haskell likes me, he said in a teasing voice, showing off his magnificent grin. I can’t imagine why.

That’s such bullshit, I groused, folding my arms around my body. What about the rest of us who actually do the work?

We have you to look up to, Dom said, his expression dead serious. Taking one hand, he crossed his heart and looked to the sky. Oh, nerdy overachievers, how we jock gods salute you!

Shut up, I mumbled, walking faster. I hated him sometimes! He was just impossible to be around. It was so easy to forget how cocky he was when I was just admiring his sculpted, 6’4" body from afar. But once he talked to me, all I could see was red.

Michelle, Domenic pleaded. Wait! He had run up behind me and caught up, effortlessly, as he was always able to do. I stopped and rolled my eyes, dramatically slumping my shoulders.

What, I stated flatly, not turning around.

I’m sorry, he said quietly, wrapping an arm around me. For a moment, I was pulled into his musky fragrance, and I felt pleasure flood my body. The area between my legs tingled, as it did every time I inhaled his scent. A few years ago, I’d snuck around his room while he was in the bathroom and found a bottle of his cologne, but I’d forgotten the name.

It’s fine, I huffed, snuggling deeper into his arm. It’s just annoying. I work so hard, I whined. I still have to worry about a college scholarship and everything.

Whatever, he exhaled sharply, gazing at me with steely blue eyes. You do not. You’re the smartest person in our class. You know you’re getting a scholarship, Michelle.

Hopefully, I muttered, pushing his arm away and walking towards home.

But hey, I don’t have to worry about that anymore, either! Dom bragged, stretching up and reaching his arms behind his head. My mouth suddenly felt dry; there was a strip of golden skin on his lower torso that I could see when his shirt raised up.

Oh? I raised an eyebrow, turning towards him. A wind blew my mousy brown hair in front of my face and I squinted, pushing it back behind my ears with my fingers.

Yep, he grinned, winking at me. Since I did so well on my midterms, I know I’ll be getting a baseball scholarship.

Awesome, I said flatly, looking down. I’m proud of you.

I’m proud of me, too, he replied, sauntering ahead of me. I think we should celebrate.

I rolled my eyes. This was going to be good. I wondered if he was going to ask me to drive him to a strip club, or buy him a lap dance. And just what do you have in mind, Dom?

He grinned devilishly and leaned down so quickly, that a lock of blonde hair tumbled into his eyes. Mom’s out of town, she’s at an artist colony for the weekend. Butttttt, he dragged out the word, catching my eye. One of her hippie friends dropped off some fun stuff, if you know what I mean. Let’s hang out and relax. We haven’t done that in a long time.

Yeah, I wondered aloud. It has been a long time.

So you’ll say yes? He smiled, teasing. I rolled my eyes.

You know I can’t say no, I admitted grudgingly, wishing I had worn a much cuter outfit that day. Although, most of my clothes were exactly like what I had on; straight leg jeans, loose sweater, with my hair pulled back in a ponytail.

When we got to our houses, I told him I was going to drop some stuff off and that I’d come back. In reality, as soon as I got in the door, I scrambled into the shower and washed with my vanilla body wash. I shaved my legs and after some hesitation, my bikini line and over my labia. Quickly, I threw on another pair of jeans, but I didn’t want to wear another unflattering sweater. Digging through my closet, I saw a tank top that one of my cousins had left a few years ago, so I pulled it on with no bra. Even though I was pretty skinny in high school, I had B cups by then, and I liked the way they looked with no bra. Gazing at myself in the bathroom mirror, I almost felt pretty. Michelle, you’re being ridiculous, my subconscious reminded me. You are a nerd, and he dates girls who look like Emma Stone. He’s never going to see you as anything but a kid.

Once I headed over to Dom’s, I immediately regretted showering and changing.

Did you put all that on to impress me? He teased, his eyes traveling up and down my body. I blushed; I wasn’t used to his attention that way.

No, I lied, blushing. I set my backpack down and stretched, suddenly conscious of the feeling of my tank top rubbing against my nipples. Shit, I thought, looking down. I hadn’t thought of that.

Well, I like the view anyway, Dom drawled, biting his lip and winking at me before walking into the kitchen. What can I get you? Vodka-soda? Rum-Coke?

Uh, I paused, thinking. I’m not sure. I looked down at my feet. I’ve never actually had a drink.

Michelle, Dom chastised, looking at me. Really?

Yeah, I admitted, scratching the back of my neck.

Wow, he whistled, before laughing. "I am such a bad influence! Your dad is going to kill me."

He won’t know, I explained. He’s working a double shift and he won’t be home until Sunday morning.

So even if you’re hungover, he won’t find out? Dom