🔥 Olympic Gold 🔥

An Exclusive Bonus Scene from Puck It

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You made it to the bonus content—which means you’ve experienced Sutton’s journey from broken perfectionist to Olympic champion, and watched her fall in love with three hockey players who taught her what it means to let go. Thank you for giving their story a chance. This exclusive scene is our gift to dedicated readers like you.

It’s set the night after Sutton wins Olympic gold in Milan—two years after the main story ends. A hotel suite with floor-to-ceiling windows. All four of them together. The medal stays on. And Rhett, Nico, and Boone are finally ready to show their champion exactly how thoroughly she deserves to be worshipped…

Olympic Gold

The night after the medal ceremony…

The hotel suite was ridiculous.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Milan. A living room bigger than their entire house in Cold Creek. A bed that could comfortably fit six people, which was fortunate because they only needed it to fit four.

Sutton stood at the window, the Olympic gold medal still hanging around her neck, watching the city lights glitter against the night sky. Her body was exhausted from the competition. Her heart was so full she thought it might burst.

Behind her, she heard the soft click of the door closing as the last of them—Rhett, she knew without looking—joined them in the room.

“The official celebration is over,” Nico announced, flopping onto the massive bed with zero grace. “Now for the real celebration.”

“You have the subtlety of a freight train,” Boone said mildly, but he was already unbuttoning his shirt.

“Subtlety is overrated.” Nico propped himself up on his elbows, his dark eyes finding Sutton across the room. “Hey, champion. Come here.”

Sutton turned from the window. The three of them were watching her—Nico sprawled on the bed, Boone standing near the dresser with his shirt half-open, Rhett still by the door with that intense gaze that always made her breath catch.

Her men. Her family. Her everything.

“I still can’t believe it happened,” she said softly. “The gold. The world record. All of it.”

“Believe it.” Rhett crossed the room in three strides, stopping directly in front of her. His hand came up to cup her face, his thumb tracing her cheekbone with infinite tenderness. “You earned every moment of today. Every score. Every standing ovation.”

“And now,” Nico added, sitting up, “you get to celebrate with the three people who love you most in the world.”

“How do you want tonight to go?” Boone asked, his voice low and warm. “This is your night. Your rules.”

Sutton looked between them, her heart pounding. After more than two years together, they’d learned each other’s bodies as intimately as they’d learned each other’s hearts. She knew that Nico liked to tease, that Boone craved giving her pleasure, that Rhett needed to feel in control until she made him lose it.

She knew what she wanted.

“I want all of you,” she said. “At once. I want to feel like I’m flying.”

Rhett’s eyes darkened. “That can be arranged.”

They moved her to the bed like a coordinated team—because they were, after all these years. Boone lay back against the pillows, pulling her onto his lap so her back pressed against his chest. Rhett positioned himself between her thighs. Nico knelt beside them, his hands already wandering.

“The medal stays on,” Nico said, fingers tracing the gold disc resting between her breasts. “I want to watch it move.”

“Pervert,” Sutton managed, but her voice was already breathless.

“Absolutely.” He grinned and kissed her, slow and deep, while Boone’s hands worked the zipper of her dress.

The fabric fell away, leaving her in nothing but lace and gold. Rhett made a sound low in his throat—something between appreciation and desperation—and pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee.

“You’re so beautiful,” Boone murmured against her ear, his hands sliding up her ribs. “Do you have any idea what it was like, watching you skate today? Seeing you own that ice? I’ve never been prouder of anyone in my life.”

“Seconded,” Nico said against her mouth.

Rhett didn’t say anything. He just looked at her, blue eyes blazing, and she felt the words he couldn’t speak in the reverence of his touch as he hooked his fingers in her lace underwear and pulled them down her legs.

“Rhett—”

“Shh.” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “Let me worship you.”

And he did.

His mouth found her center with unerring precision, tongue stroking exactly where she needed it while his hands held her hips steady. Boone’s hands cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Nico kissed along her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, murmuring praise that made her skin flush hot.

“That’s it, baby.”

“So good for us.”

“Let go. We’ve got you.”

Sutton shattered with a cry that echoed off the suite’s high ceilings, her back arching against Boone’s chest as Rhett worked her through it. She was still trembling when Nico tilted her face toward his.

“One down,” he said, grinning wickedly. “We’re aiming for at least three.”

“At least,” Rhett agreed, sitting back and wiping his mouth. “But first—”

He nodded at Boone, some silent communication passing between them. Boone shifted beneath her, positioning her over him, his hard length pressing against her entrance.

“Okay?” he asked, because he always asked, even after all this time.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

He slid into her with one smooth thrust, and Sutton’s head fell back against his shoulder at the feeling of fullness. Behind her, she felt Boone’s groan vibrate through his chest.

“God, you feel incredible,” he managed. “Every time. Every fucking time.”

Rhett positioned himself in front of her, his hand wrapping around her throat—light pressure, not restricting, just possessive. “Look at me.”

She did. Blue eyes burned into hers as Boone began to move beneath her, setting a slow, deep rhythm that made her toes curl.

“Do you know what I thought about during your free skate?” Rhett asked, his voice rough. “Watching you spin, watching you fly, the whole arena on their feet?”

“What?” she gasped.

“This.” His free hand traced down her body, finding where she and Boone were joined, his thumb circling her clit. “I thought about having you exactly like this. Rewarding you for being so perfect.”

“I’m not—” She broke off on a moan as Boone thrust deeper. “I’m not perfect.”

“You are to us,” Nico said, appearing beside them. He guided her hand to his length, already hard and leaking. “Touch me. I need to feel you.”

She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking in time with Boone’s thrusts, and was rewarded with a groan that went straight to her core.

The four of them moved together—Boone inside her, Rhett’s fingers working her clit, Nico in her hand, all of them focused entirely on her pleasure. It was overwhelming. It was perfect. It was everything she’d never known she needed until they showed her.

“Close,” she gasped. “I’m so close—”

“Then come,” Rhett commanded, his thumb pressing harder. “Come for us, champion. Show us how good you feel.”

She did—harder than before, her body clenching around Boone as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She heard Boone curse, felt him pulse inside her, saw Nico’s head fall back as he followed them over the edge.

Only Rhett remained, watching her come down with dark, hungry eyes.

“My turn,” he said, and the promise in his voice made her shiver.

They rearranged—Nico shifting to the side, Boone pulling out gently, Rhett taking his place between her thighs. He paused there, the head of him pressing against her entrance but not pushing in.

“I love you,” he said quietly. “I know I don’t say it enough. I know I’m not good at words. But watching you today—watching you become everything you were always meant to be—” His voice cracked. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“Rhett—”

He pushed inside, cutting off her words with a gasp. He was bigger than Boone, thicker, and even after all this time, it took her a moment to adjust.

“That’s it,” he murmured, beginning to move. “Take all of me. You can do it. You can do anything.”

On either side of them, Nico and Boone watched, their hands stroking lazily over her skin—a brush of fingers across her nipples, a palm smoothing down her thigh, lips pressing to her shoulder.

“So beautiful,” Boone said.

“So fucking hot,” Nico added. “Watching you take him like that—Jesus, Sutton.”

Rhett’s pace increased, his control fraying. “I’m not going to last,” he admitted, something like embarrassment in his voice. “You feel too good. I’ve been hard since your free skate started.”

“Then don’t last,” she said, pulling him down for a kiss. “Fill me up. I want to feel you.”

He made a sound that was almost a whimper—the stoic, controlled captain reduced to desperation by her words—and his hips snapped forward, hard and fast, chasing his release.

“Come with me,” he gasped. “One more time. I need to feel you come on my cock.”

Nico’s hand slipped between them, finding her clit, and that was all it took. She came again, crying out Rhett’s name, feeling him follow her over the edge with a groan that seemed torn from his soul.

For a long moment, none of them moved. They lay tangled together on the massive bed, breathing hard, skin slicked with sweat, the Olympic gold medal pressed between Sutton’s breasts like a brand.

“Holy shit,” Nico said finally. “That was—”

“Yeah,” Boone agreed.

“Definitely yeah,” Sutton managed.

Rhett just pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her tighter.

Later—much later, after round two and a shared shower that turned into round three—they lay in a tangle of limbs on the destroyed bed, watching the Milan skyline through the windows.

“So,” Nico said, breaking the comfortable silence. “What now?”

“Now we go home,” Sutton said. “Back to Cold Creek. Back to our life.”

“And then?”

“And then…” She smiled, looking at the gold medal still hanging around her neck. “I don’t know. Coach more kids. Watch more hockey games. Love you idiots for the rest of my life.”

“Sounds perfect,” Boone said.

“Sounds like forever,” Rhett agreed.

“Forever works,” Nico said. “But first—round four?”

Sutton laughed, the sound bright and free. “You’re insatiable.”

“You’re irresistible. It balances out.”

She looked at the three of them—her chaos gremlin, her gentle giant, her grumpy captain. Her family. Her home.

Two years ago, she’d crashed into their practice and changed everything.

Now she couldn’t imagine life any other way.

“Round four it is,” she said, and let them pull her under.

~ The End ~