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Below you’ll find an exclusive extended scene set during their anniversary celebration—when the kids are with grandma, and Emma, Jason, and Cole finally have the house to themselves for a very special night.

✨ EXCLUSIVE BONUS SCENE ✨

Anniversary

An Extended Scene from Puck Cuck

Seven Years After the Epilogue

The kids had been gone for exactly forty-seven minutes.

Emma knew because she’d been watching the clock like it held the secrets of the universe. Lily and Max, safely deposited at Jason’s parents’ house for the weekend—a rare occurrence that required approximately six months of schedule coordination, three bribes, and one very convincing phone call from Cole about how grandchildren needed quality grandparent time.

“You’re staring at the clock again.” Cole’s voice came from behind her, warm and amused. His hands found her hips, pulling her back against his chest. “The kids aren’t coming back. I triple-checked.”

“I know. I just…” She leaned into him, letting his solid warmth ground her. “I can’t remember the last time we had an entire weekend alone.”

“December. Mia’s wedding.”

“That doesn’t count. We spent most of it recovering from food poisoning.”

“Ah, the great shrimp incident.” Cole pressed a kiss to her neck. “Romantic.”

“Where’s Jason?”

“Setting up the bedroom.”

Emma turned in Cole’s arms. “Setting up? What’s he setting up?”

That infuriating smile she loved so much spread across his face. “It’s our anniversary. He has plans.”

“Plans?”

“Big plans. Very detailed. There may have been spreadsheets involved.”

“That’s so Jason it hurts.” But she was smiling too, curiosity and anticipation building in her chest. “Should I be worried?”

“You should be excited.” Cole’s hands slid down, cupping her ass through her dress. “I’ve seen the spreadsheet. It’s… comprehensive.”

Before she could respond, Jason appeared in the doorway.

“Ready,” he announced. Then, taking in their position: “Starting without me?”

“Warming up,” Cole corrected. “Emma was questioning the spreadsheet.”

“It’s not a spreadsheet. It’s a… romantic itinerary.”

“With columns and color-coding.”

“The color-coding is essential. How else would we know which activities require specific equipment?”

Emma burst out laughing. “God, I love you both so much.”

“Good.” Jason crossed to them, sandwiching her between their bodies. “Because tonight, we’re recreating our greatest hits.”

“Greatest hits?”

“Seven years of marriage,” he said, his voice dropping to that low register that still made her shiver. “Seven years of memories. I thought we could revisit some favorites.”

The bedroom had been transformed.

Candles everywhere—real ones, not the LED kind they usually used because Lily was convinced actual flames would burn the house down. Soft music playing from the speaker. Rose petals scattered across the bed, because Jason was a romantic cliché and Emma loved him for it.

“The first scenario,” Jason announced, guiding her toward the bed while Cole stayed by the door, “is the night we all came together for the first time.”

Emma’s breath caught. “That night…”

“Cole is going to touch you,” Jason continued. “I’m going to watch. Just like before.”

“And then?”

“And then we improvise.” His smile was wicked. “The spreadsheet leaves room for spontaneity.”

Cole approached like a predator stalking prey—slow, deliberate, his gray eyes dark with intent. Seven years together and he could still make her pulse spike with just a look.

“I remember that night,” Cole said, his voice rough. “You were so nervous. Kept looking at Jason like you needed permission.”

“I was terrified,” Emma admitted. “That it would break something. That we were making a mistake.”

“And now?”

“Now I know it was the best decision we ever made.”

Cole kissed her—deep and thorough, the way he’d learned she liked over years of practice. His hands found the zipper of her dress, lowering it slowly while Jason watched from his position against the wall.

“That’s it,” Jason murmured. “Just like that. Make her feel good.”

The dress fell away. Cole’s mouth traced down her neck, her collarbone, lower. Emma’s head fell back, pleasure building as he worshipped her body with the expertise of someone who’d spent seven years learning every sensitive spot.

“Jason.” Her voice was breathy. “Come here.”

“Not yet.” But he was unbuttoning his shirt as he watched. “First I want to see you fall apart.”

Cole laid her back on the bed, spreading her out like an offering. His mouth continued its journey south while Emma watched Jason watch her—that first fantasy, come full circle, still as potent as ever.

When she came, she cried out both their names.

“Scenario two,” Jason said, finally approaching the bed. He was shirtless now, and Emma reached for him automatically. “The video call. When Cole was on his road trip.”

“You want to recreate that?” Cole grinned. “Do I need to leave the room?”

“No.” Jason climbed onto the bed, positioning himself beside Emma. “This time you can participate in person. But you don’t touch yourself until I say.”

Cole’s eyes darkened. “That’s cruel.”

“That’s the point.”

What followed was an exercise in delicious torture. Jason’s hands on Emma, his mouth on her skin, Cole watching with his hands clenched at his sides. Emma could see how hard he was, could see the strain of holding back.

“Please,” Cole finally groaned. “Jason—”

“You want to touch yourself?”

“I want to touch you. Both of you. I want—”

“Then come here.”

Cole didn’t need to be told twice. He was on the bed in seconds, pulling Jason in for a kiss that made Emma’s toes curl just watching.

“Scenario three,” she said breathlessly. “All of us. Together. Now.”

“That wasn’t on the spreadsheet until later,” Jason protested weakly.

“Fuck the spreadsheet.”

“Language,” Cole teased, but he was already reaching for her.

They came together the way they always did—practiced, intuitive, three bodies that had learned each other’s rhythms over years. Cole inside Emma, Jason behind her, hands and mouths finding every sensitive spot. A circuit of pleasure that had only improved with time.

“I love you,” Emma gasped, not sure who she was saying it to. Both of them. Always both.

“Love you,” Cole managed, his rhythm faltering.

“Love you,” Jason echoed, his mouth against her ear. “Come for us. Let us feel you.”

She shattered. They followed, one after another, a cascade of pleasure that left them all trembling and spent.

Later—much later—they lay in their usual configuration. Emma in the middle, Cole on her left, Jason on her right. Rose petals stuck to sweaty skin. Candles burning low.

“We didn’t make it to scenarios four through seven,” Jason observed.

“We have all weekend,” Emma reminded him.

“And the rest of our lives,” Cole added, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Jason reached across her to take Cole’s hand. “Happy anniversary. To both of you.”

“Happy anniversary,” Emma echoed. “Seven years.”

“Seven years since the ceremony,” Cole corrected. “Longer than that, really. Since the day we met. Since the casserole.”

“The casserole.” Emma laughed. “That’s what we should celebrate. The anniversary of the casserole that started it all.”

“Next year,” Jason promised. “Casserole anniversary. I’ll put it on the calendar.”

“You’ll put it on a spreadsheet,” Cole said.

“Color-coded.”

“Obviously.”

Emma smiled, pulling them both closer. This was her life now—spreadsheets and inside jokes and two men who loved her as much as they loved each other. A family that didn’t fit any traditional mold but fit perfectly anyway.

She wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“I love you,” she said again, because it bore repeating. Because she’d never get tired of saying it.

“Love you,” they answered in unison, then laughed at the synchronicity.

Outside, the sun was setting. Inside, candles flickered and rose petals scattered and three people who’d found each other against all odds settled into the quiet joy of being exactly where they belonged.

Together.

Forever.

Home.

THE END

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