Page 95 of Truce: Declan
I reach down between us, circling her clit, and I feel her shudder and listen to her breaths as she gasps for air. She’s not the only one close to the edge of oblivion.
“Come for me,” I whisper into her ear, nibbling on her neck as she trembles in my arms. Her pussy walls clench onto my cock, sending me over the edge with her.
Panting hard, gasping for breath, my heart pounds wildly against my chest as I pull away, disposing of the condom in the nearby wastebasket.
I retrieve Charlotte’s dress from the floor and help her put the gown back on before we quietly tiptoe out of the office, only to get caught by Jasper, wearing a huge grin on his face.
“What?” I growl at him.
He flashes me his phone and I swear if he got video of our festivities, I’ll murder him. Grant Brass has been arrested on charges of assault and rape.
“Jasmine?”
Jasper shakes his head. “A college girl, someone at NYU. Allegedly, he chatted up a redhead at the bar who wasn’t interested, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“Sick bastard,” I mutter. Had he thought the redhead was Charlotte, or was it just a coincidence?
“The league is already setting a press conference for tomorrow. Think he’ll be kicked out of the NHL?”
“Yeah. He can’t play if he’s in prison.”
EPILOGUE
Charlotte
Noah and I have been dating for the past several weeks. Everything has been perfect, which has me on edge.
I’m bound to screw up. I’ve done it once before, but this time, there’s so much more to lose.
I actually love him, not that I’ve said those three words. I’m too afraid to be the first one to voice them.
What if I push him away?
What if he feels I’m moving too fast?
A thousand thoughts race through my head when I even consider sayingI love you, all of them strangling me with crippling anxiety.
Dating and hookups were so much easier. But finding love and keeping it, that’s the hard part. But the truth is that I don’t want anyone else.
My father called to ask if I’m still dating Noah Reece. He was trying to offer an olive branch, inviting him and Zayn for Christmas dinner with the family. It’ll be awkward if Noah accepts the invitation, but honestly, all I care about is spending it with Noah and Zayn.
I carry my skates with me to the park district’s ice rink. NYU classes are done for the winter semester, and today’s the last skate class with the kids until after the new year.
“Charlotte!” Abbi waves to me excitedly, like I didn’t know she was in my next hockey drills and thrills class. She’s been taking skating classes with me since she was four, when I taught her to ice skate in my beginners' on-ice class.
“Have you been practicing your drills?” I ask. She’s got a natural talent on the ice. It’s why her foster parents have been talking about pulling her out of the park district and putting her in a more intense program.
I respect their decision, but I’m going to miss her.
“Yes,” Abbi says and skates over to the wall, waiting for me to finish lacing up my skates and join her and the other kids. “We have a surprise for you, Ms. Grace.”
It’s that sweet sing-song voice and her use of my last name that has me raising an eyebrow. “What are you kids up to?” I ask.
Abbi and the other kids whistle, giving off some type of weird vibe.
Turns out, they’re signaling Santa.
I laugh, seeing a man wearing a Santa costume as he steps onto the ice rink. “Santa can ice skate?” I say with a laugh.
