Free Locked by Ella Col Page A

with myself, his animosity toward me bothers me. I ask myself why I care. The more I think about it the more exhausted I become. My lids close over my eyes.
    Caydon whines in his sleep and I’m immediately attentive again. His eyes slowly open. Confusion fills his light brown eyes. His head drops to the left and we are face to face. Caydon gives me a drunken smile. He hiccups and I immediately put the bucket under him.
    “Do you feel like you are going to get sick again?” I ask.
    Caydon is still in a drunken stupor. His movements are slow and his speech is slightly slurred. “Nah. I’m okay.”
    His eyes close and I think he is going back to sleep again. They slightly open again and focus on me. “You’re so pretty.”
    “You’re so bent. Go back to sleep,” I say. Drunk people say stupid shit.
    Caydon slowly extends his hand to touch my hair. ‘Drunk’ Caydon seems to like me. “Yeah,” he slurs. “I’m fucking shitfaced.” He laughs to himself. And, I feel like I’m not privy to what is going on in his head. “I think about you…you know. You’re always naked when I think about you.” Then he giggles again.
    There is an old adage that says, ‘A drunk man’s actions are a sober man’s thoughts’. I wonder if it is true. My mom used to tell me all kinds of interesting things when she was drunk. When my mom was drunk, she told me how much she hated her parents. Whenever my mom’s parents were present she said how much she loved them. ‘Drunk’ mom apologized for being a crappy parent. ‘Sober’ mom avoided talking to me at all about her drinking. Caydon’s admission confuses me. I don’t know what to think.
    “Caydon, you need to drink this.” I hold the orange hangover cure in my hand. He nods and tries to sit up unsuccessfully. With one hand, I boost him to a sitting position. He lies back on a pillow for support. I hold the drink to his lips and advise him to drink. He takes sips here and there, breaking to rest his head. I’m kneeling in front of him, positioned between his legs. His legs squeeze me. My eyes meet his when he does this. I’m not expecting the amusement that dances behind them. He takes another sip and his legs squeeze me tighter. I don’t try to get away. But I am afraid that I’m going to spill what is left in the glass on both of us. “Cay, I’m going to spill this if you don’t stop.”
    Caydon gives me a lopsided grin. “Do you want me to stop?”
    Yes…no. I don’t know.
    “You’re drunk,” I state the obvious. “You don’t even know what you want.”
    He laughs again. “You didn’t answer my question. I don’t think you want me to stop.” He takes the glass from my hand and places the glass on the end table. “Come here.”
    Damn him. Damn Caydon with his long lashes and pretty lips. “You don’t even like me.”
    “Here’s to us starting over,” he gabbles, pulling me onto his chest and drawing my mouth to his. He tastes like orange and mint. He must have brushed his teeth when he was with my dad because there is not even a hint of vomit.
    As our lips move in unison, I believe I felt the earth move.
    The thought of wrenching myself away crosses my mind. But I enjoy the floating, dazed feeling kissing Caydon gives me. Caydon sucks the bottom of my lip and I’m lost in him. My body takes over and my legs lift to straddle him. Caydon likes the new position and cups my ass bringing my heat to his erection.
    What I feel excites me and scares me at the same time. My mind is aware that I’m inexperienced. On the contrary, my body is acting like I know what I am doing by gyrating against Caydon’s cock. By the sound of it, Caydon likes what I’m doing. Between every breath he tells me that I’m driving him mad.
    Caydon trails kisses along my jawline to my earlobe. “Damn, you feel so good. Keep grinding against me,” he whispers in my ear.
    I obey. Well, my body does. My mind hasn’t caught up with my body’s reactions. As a matter of fact,