Free A Broken Man by Brooklyn Wilde Page A

Ethan and froze right where she stood. Hanging from the ceiling, buck naked, he’d somehow managed to haul himself into the harness swing. She gave him props for creativity and cajones . It took balls to climb into that thing without a stitch of clothing and call her down here.
    “Oh, come on,” he said. “Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing. I saw the way you looked at me while I was doing my set.”
    “Okay, fine, I was. But still. How long have you been up there?”
    “About forty-five minutes. I was starting to worry. If you’d slept in much longer, I’m not sure I could’ve gotten myself back out of this thing.”
    She walked over and gave one of the straps a push, sending Ethan spinning. He made a single rotation, and Sarah grabbed the straps to force a stop. If he heaved, she’d be the one who had to clean it up.
    “Whatdya say?” He waggled his eyebrows.
    “What the hell?” She was already pulling her shirt back over her head.
    Within a minute, the rest of her clothes had fallen to the floor. Warily, she appraised the straps, uncertain as to the best method for climbing on. She held them tightly to steady the basket and slipped first one, then the other leg over Ethan’s naked body. He gave the handles a yank, and the basket pushed him up to meet her, shoving his dick against her clit. His cock sprang to life. She kicked her legs and set the basket to swinging.
    “See, now this is fun.” He pumped the handles a few times, muscles tensing from the strain.
    She threw an arm around him to lift herself up and used her other hand to guide him in, letting out a slow breath as she did.
    “Hold on tight. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.”
    She took hold of the handles above his hands and gave him a nod. He yanked down hard, thrusting them both into the air. She gasped, shocked by how well the device doubled as a sex toy. If the makers were only marketing to physical therapists, they were really missing out on a huge potential market. He pulled again, and she did the same, matching his rhythm and doubling the force propelling his cock deeper inside her. Chest to chest, the position provided for optimum contact with her clit. She couldn’t tell if she was huffing from the workout or the intensity of the sensations, but she pulled harder and harder, desperate for more.
    Her heart raced, and her entire body glistened with sweat. Ethan grunted each time he jerked the handles, which only pushed her closer to the brink. She squeezed her pussy tight around him. Dizzying sensations spread outward until she screamed in ecstasy. Spots dotted her field of vision, and for a moment, she thought she might pass out. Ethan came almost immediately after Sarah, huffing and sputtering. He let go of the handles, and the basket dropped hard. Both of them panted unevenly.
    “Wow.”
    “Wow,” she agreed.
    “I’m going to have another one of these installed in the bedroom tomorrow.”
    She giggled and kicked her legs again, and then curled around Ethan, enjoying the gentle sway.
    “If our sex life gets any more exciting, you’re going to give me a heart attack.” He nuzzled into her neck. “This feels like a dream. Please don’t wake me up.”
     
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    In the weeks that followed, Ethan found himself daydreaming about all the things he wanted to do with Sarah and Jared, places he wanted to take them, sights he wanted to show them for the first time. Sarah had made him promise to be careful not to show affection in front of Jared; it was too soon to bring him into the fold, but they both knew he had his suspicions. Anyone could see how happy they were. Sarah had started singing to herself while she made breakfast. She never did that before. Ethan understood why she wanted to hide it, but Jared seemed to like her this way.
    Ethan did too. And he wanted to show her just how much when Christmas rolled around. It would be their first holiday together, and he was determined to make it special for