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Below you’ll find an exclusive extended scene set three months after the epilogue—the commitment ceremony night when Beck, Rio, and Sloane finally have the house to themselves.

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The Wedding Night

An Extended Epilogue from Mother Puckers

Three Months After the Epilogue

The ceremony had been perfect.

October sun filtering through golden leaves. Maisie in her flower girl dress, absolutely drowning them in rose petals. Their teammates lined up in chairs, Danny crying harder than anyone. Vows that made Rio’s voice break and Beck’s hands shake and Sloane’s mascara run despite the waterproof formula.

Three rings. Three promises. One family.

But now the guests were gone. Maisie was at Sloane’s mother’s for the night—bribed with promises of ice cream and unlimited princess movies. The house was empty, quiet, theirs.

And Rio had never wanted anything more in his life.

“Finally.” Sloane kicked off her heels the second the last car pulled away, sighing with relief. “I love those shoes, but they’re instruments of torture.”

“You could have worn flats,” Beck pointed out.

“To my own wedding? Absolutely not.” She turned to face them, her white dress catching the lamplight. Not a traditional gown—she’d gone for something sleek and modern, a silk slip dress that hugged every curve. “Besides. I wanted to look good for my husbands.”

Husbands.

The word hit Rio right in the chest. They’d said it during the ceremony, but hearing it now—casual, possessive, real—made his knees weak.

“You always look good,” he managed.

“Flatterer.” But she was smiling. “Now. I believe we have a wedding night to attend to.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Beck’s voice was rough. He’d been vibrating with barely contained energy all day—Rio had felt it during the ceremony, during the reception, during every stolen glance and accidental touch. The captain was wound tight, ready to snap.

Rio intended to make him snap.

“I have an idea,” Rio said.

“Dangerous words,” Sloane observed.

“Hear me out.” He moved toward them, slow and deliberate. “This is our wedding night. The first night of the rest of our lives. I think we should make it… memorable.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Rio stopped in front of Beck, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. “I think—” He reached up, loosened Beck’s tie with practiced fingers. “—that tonight, we take our time.”

Beck’s breath caught. “Rio—”

“No rushing. No ‘we have practice in the morning.’ No interruptions.” Rio pulled the tie free, tossed it aside. “Just us. All night. Doing everything we’ve ever wanted to do to each other.”

“Everything?” Sloane’s voice was low, intrigued.

“Everything.” Rio turned to include her. “I want to worship both of you. I want to take you apart piece by piece and put you back together. I want to hear every sound you make and learn every way to make you fall apart.” He paused. “If you’re interested.”

“Interested,” Beck repeated, his voice strangled. “He asks if we’re interested.”

“Is that a yes?”

Beck answered by grabbing him and kissing him senseless.

They made it to the bedroom in stages.

First the hallway, where Beck pinned Rio against the wall and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe. Then the doorway, where Sloane pressed herself against Beck’s back and whispered promises in his ear. Then finally, finally, the bed—their bed, massive and welcoming, covered in rose petals that Maisie had insisted on scattering before she left.

“She’s going to be so smug that we used these,” Sloane laughed, brushing petals aside.

“She can never know,” Beck said firmly. “What happens on the petal bed stays on the petal bed.”

“Agreed.” Rio pulled Sloane toward him, spinning her so her back was against his chest. “Now. I believe I made some promises about taking our time.”

He found the zipper of her dress, lowered it slowly. The silk whispered as it fell, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but white lace that made Rio’s mouth go dry.

“God,” Beck breathed.

“That’s the idea,” Sloane said sweetly.

Rio’s hands traced up her sides, feeling her shiver. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re both wearing too many clothes.”

“Patience.” Rio kissed her neck, her shoulder, the curve of her spine. “We have all night, remember?”

“All night to torture me, apparently.”

“Not torture. Appreciation.” He met Beck’s eyes over her shoulder. “Beck. Come here.”

Beck moved like he’d been waiting for permission. He crossed to them, still fully dressed, and Rio positioned him in front of Sloane—close enough to touch, not quite touching.

“Kiss her,” Rio instructed.

Beck obeyed. His mouth found Sloane’s, soft at first, then deeper, while Rio worked on the buttons of Beck’s shirt from behind. It was an awkward angle, but Rio didn’t care. He wanted to feel Beck come undone under his hands.

“That’s it,” Rio murmured, pushing the shirt off Beck’s shoulders. “Just like that. Make her feel good.”

They found their rhythm slowly, carefully, learning each other in new ways. When they finally came together—all three of them, connected in the most intimate way possible—Rio felt tears prick at his eyes.

“I love you,” he gasped, not sure who he was saying it to. Both of them. “I love you so much.”

“Love you,” Sloane managed, her voice breaking.

“Love you,” Beck echoed, reaching to pull Rio down for a kiss.

They moved together, found their rhythm. And when they finally fell apart—first Sloane, then Beck, then Rio—it felt like coming home.

Afterward, they lay in their usual configuration—Rio in the middle, Beck on one side, Sloane on the other. Rose petals stuck to sweat-damp skin. No one cared.

“Best wedding night ever,” Sloane murmured, already half-asleep.

“Only wedding night,” Beck pointed out. “So the competition was limited.”

“Still counts.”

Rio smiled, pulling them both closer. A year and a half ago, he’d been alone. Convinced he was unlovable, unmarriageable, destined to drift from team to team until his career ended and he had nothing left.

Now he had this. A wife. A husband. A daughter who called him dad. A home, a family, a future.

Everything he’d never dared to dream about.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Sloane mumbled.

“For choosing me. Both of you. For refusing to let me go.”

Beck’s arm tightened around him. “Always. We’ll always choose you.”

“We’ll always choose each other,” Sloane added.

Rio closed his eyes, letting their warmth seep into his bones. These two were his home. His forever. His everything.

And he was never letting go.

THE END

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