My legs are shaking as if I’m standing aboard a cruise ship ready to tip over in the Caribbean somewhere.

I’m just starting to come down from this crazy orgasm when it sinks in that Mr. Mystery Man with the hard body and sexy voice is gone.

Disappointment doesn’t feel nearly as strong a word to describe how I feel about that.

The man was working my pussy like he was reading my mind.

When he made me come—and fuck did I ever come—it was un-fucking-real.

For the second time in twenty-four hours, I’ve squirted all over this fucking dance floor. And all thanks to some stranger with a big dick and a dreamy body.

I wonder if this one would have tasted as good as the one from last night.

Given how nice his cock was, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that I would have been down for seconds.

Nobody dances that well without knowing how to work his cock in bed. It’s just not fucking possible.

Whoever this mystery man is, I owe him for helping me remember some of what happened last night.

Now I know just how I earned each and every fucking one of these fucking bracelets.

Now it’s just a matter of letting the girls know.

I stroll back the way I came and find the group of them enjoying themselves. It doesn’t even look like they realized I’d left them for ten minutes.

Sammi has finished making her fucking shark.

Mysti May and Becky have made their foam snow man.

And the teddy bear toddler is running around Mysti’s legs like he just had six chocolate bars and a bag of sugar.

Just another day in our lives.

Sammi is the first one to look up at me from her own little world.

“Hey, Percy. Sorry about that. We got a little wrapped up in the foam. Let’s go see what we can find out,” she says apologetically.

“No need, I already know what happened here last night.”

“Guys, Percy knows what’s up! Come over here,” Sammi yells at the others and they look to me with unabated curiosity.

“So…the bracelets, what’s the deal? Why the fuck do we have so many?” Becky asks.

“Well, we were here for last night’s foam party. I danced with some dude who was handing out bracelets for every naughty and dirty thing I did on the dance floor.”

Becky and Sammi immediately look at each other in shock before looking down at their stacks of bracelets.

I can see the mix of horror and awe in their eyes.

After all, both of them are here without their husbands. So if they were getting nasty to get bracelets, it meant they weren’t doing it with their men.

Mysti May, on the other hand, is grinning from ear to ear with pride. Given her luck in the romance department, she could probably use a good club orgy to help her get over all those instances of being broken-hearted.

And, as cruel as it sounds, I’m tempted to string them along a bit to get a rise out of them. I’ll call it payback for fucking around with the foam instead of helping.

“Oh no. Please no,” Sammi says. “I can’t believe I’d do this to Lock. Not after Bangkok and that whole shit show.”

“You? I’m the one who’s pregnant,” Becky chimes in.

“Fuck, we still don’t know if those were my tests earlier or not,” Sammi counters.

“They better not be mine,” Mysti declares.

“Well, given the number of bracelets you have who fucking knows. You’re not exactly picky when it comes to the relationship department,” Sammi says.

Mysti looks like she’s about to say something to shoot down what Sammi just said, but she ends up shrugging her shoulders and nodding.

As much as we all love Mysti, she isn’t exactly known for her taste in partners.

Her theater of exes includes a secret Colombian cocaine lord and a woman who was already married. I mean, her last fling was a ladyboy Celine Dion impersonator, for fuck’s sake.

But any temptation I have to make Sammi and Becky sweat goes out the window because of their concerns.

“Girls, knock it off. You guys didn’t do anything dirty or perverted or naughty to get your bracelets.” I reveal.

All three of them look at me.

Sammi and Becky look beyond relieved at the news. Mysti May actually looks disappointed.

“We didn’t?” Sammi asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No, you didn’t. I did. I did a lot, and I mean a lot, of dirty things. It was pretty fucking hot, actually. This guy had a super big schlong and really knew how to play with my pussy. And when he came in my mouth—”

“Okay, okay. We get it. You’re a slut for big dicks,” Becky interrupts with a laugh.

She’s not wrong. I really am. It’s why I can’t get married.

I’m a woman who cannot—and will not—be tamed by any man. I’m a lioness without a pack who devours prey and lover alike. To be wed is to be tied down and caged in a life of dull, repetitive sex. That’s not only a life I want to live. It’s a life I can’t live.

The very thought of such an existence makes me sick to my stomach.

A woman like me needs her freedom to be who she wants to be.

Men can’t handle that. It breaks their fragile ego to be with a woman who has more needs than they can fulfill on their own.

It’s not their fault—not that they believe me when I tell them—but it’s also not my problem.

I’m super happy that Sammi and Becky found their one true love that fulfills their every need. Seriously, I’m over-the-moon happy for them that they have that, but their appetites have never been as big as mine.

“So, wait a second, you did your usual thing of being naughty with the men to get yours, but how the fuck did we get ours then?” Sammi asks confused.

“Oh, you guys stole a box of them and put them on after you stole the horses.”

“Oooohhhhhhhhh. Wait! Horses!?” Sammi blurts out.

“Oh, yeah. You three stole a couple of horses last night. Beautiful ones too. Big chestnut colored stallions.”

“Really? You couldn’t say ‘brown,’ Percy? Just had to use a word with ‘nut’ in it, didn’t you?” Mysti says with arms folded over her chest and a smirk on her face.

There’s a moment of silence between us before we all start laughing.

“All right, so where did we get the horses?”

I look over at Becky and shrug in response.

“I have no fucking idea. You guys just came crashing the fuck in with them. I was way too distracted to even see you leave.”

“All right. So, just to make sure we’re all on the same page, let’s recap,” Sammi says with an authoritative tone. “We all came here for the foam party. You end up on your own with a mystery man who has a giant cock and gives you bracelets for being you. The rest of us end up doing God knows what before stealing a couple of horses and a box of bracelets before we grab you and bounce. Sound about right?”

I nod and open my mouth just in time to be interrupted.

“Excuse me, ladies?”

I turn around to see a large man in black pants and a black t-shirt—that’s a size too small—with the club’s logo on it. One hand is on his hip and the other is holding up the toddler by the back of the shirt.

“Is this little guy yours?”

All of us turn to Mysti May.

The bouncer hands the kid off to Mysti and turns to face the rest of us.

“Look, ladies, you’re going to have to leave. This is a club, not a daycare. You get him a babysitter and want to come back, then by all means, do it.”

He starts to escort us to the door.

I grab his ass. It’s nice and firm.

He looks down at me with wide eyes.

“So, if we come back do I get to have a dance?” I ask suggestively.

The bouncer blushes about fifty shades of red.

Sammi grabs my arm and begins to drag me out the doors and back into daylight.

“See you around, cute stuff,” I coo.

We’re back on the street and Sammi is glaring at me.

“What? Did you not see his body? And his ass was super tight. I bet I could really loosen that boy up. He’d never know what hit him.”

I waggle my eyebrows and wiggle my ass at the thought of leaving the poor bouncer a brain dead wreck.

“Priorities, Percy. Let’s get last night sorted before repeating our mistakes, yes?”

“Speak for yourself, Sammi. Adventures are never mistakes.”

But she does have a valid point. We really need to figure out what else happened last night.

I look down at the ring on my finger. I really need to get to the bottom of this, and figure out who the fuck I’m married to.