Eddie's POV

The few days I had been here were uneventful. I kept to my loft as what I had been through during the week began to set in. Chrissy flashed in my mind most days, hiding in the boathouse with no resources, scared, and running from the police. I had nightmares of getting caught and thrown in the electric chair. Ev left me be, placing food and water at the top of the loft, reminding me to brush my teeth. Her distance was comforting because although she gave me my space, I knew I was safe. I knew she would take care of me. No wonder Dustin came here so often. I did not come down at all during the day except to piss, but once Ev spent her time outside, I caught a glimpse through the curtains of the pile of clothes she went to bed in and a towel on her dock with her floating in the distance. Fuck I wish I had binoculars that day.

After rummaging through Ev's bathroom to tame my hair, the least I could do was cook breakfast. I could make all the jokes in the world, but she is keeping me here safe, and I'll never be able to thank her for that. I was never a morning person, but I've been crashing so hard the last few nights I woke up at the crack ass of dawn pretty refreshed. After peering down to find Ev soundly asleep in her room.

Her fridge was stocked. I managed to scrounge up what I would call a veggie omelet, though that would be a generous description. I set the plates down in the kitchen since she didn't have a coffee table, and took a lap around the small house. The kitchen had wrap-around counters and an island, with a washer and dryer and bathroom off to the side. The living room was huge, with glass skylights up in the a-frame. When you walk in the front door, you are welcomed by the massive open space seeing directly into the kitchen. I saw a door that looked like a basement and was intrigued but did not intrude.

Her music taste was impeccable. Vinyls were hung on the wall, and tapes were organized into tower shelves.

"Judas Preist, Iron Maiden, nice, nice, Venom, Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, love it," I muttered as I flipped through the tapes. A guitar case in the corner caught my eye, and a beautiful acoustic Martin guitar was nestled inside of it. I took it out and when to sit on the couch, but when I hit the cushions, the clanking sound of metal met my ears. I set the Guitar down and looked under the couch, pulling out a pair of metal handcuffs.

I jumped as Ev's sliding door to her bedroom opened and met her tired gaze. I held up the cuffs and smiled. "Your, uh, "cups" fell out of the couch."

She looked at me for a moment before tousling her hair and walking off to the bathroom. "Welcome to the land of the living," she called out to me.

I bit my lip, and my eyes fluttered to the back of my head as I watched her round the corner wearing a long sleeping shirt that barely graced her bug thighs, and the bottom of her round, thick ass bounced with her steps.

"Made breakfast by the way," I called out. "You're welcome."

She walked back into the kitchen with brushed hair, perfect for pulling, and a clean face. "Thank you for doing the bare minimum," She grumbled and began to eat.

I stalked over to her, craning my neck over her shoulder as I took my place across from her. "So, what's the plan today?"

Ev choked on her water and laughed. "The plan? You've been doing just fine up there in your hovel."

"Yeah, but now I want excitement. I want to get my blood pumping," I said as I took her plate and mine to the sink.

"Go for a run. I'm not responsible for your pumping," Ev said as she opened the glass double doors to the outside.

"Not yet," I corrected with a smile. She stuck a middle finger in the air and walked out, leaving the doors open. I was sure it was to let in the cool breeze, but I so badly wanted it to be an invitation.

I spend about twenty minutes dicking around on the guitar, hitting the bong, and playing her tapes. I thought of her floating out there, exposed, the sun warming her naked body, water sloshing over her tight nipples. I bit my lip and rubbed my aching cock as it grew in my shorts. "What have I been if not a rule breaker?" I whispered, grabbing a joint and a lighter and walk through the doors.

The water was a foot below the dock, and Ev was resting her head on her crossed arms, with the rest of her body dangling in the water. Her head shot up, and she gave me an angered glare. "What the shit, man?" she called out.

I looked around at the flower-lined stone pathway leading from the house to the dock and whistled. "This view is gorgeous. You know, all the nature is cool too," Ev rolled her eyes and began to lower herself in. "Wait, wait. I have a peace offering," I held the joint and lighter out, and she nestled her chin back on her arms, her glare not letting up.

I knelt down and lit the end of the rolled paper, offering it to her. She brought her lips to it, taking a long drag, staring me in my eyes. Smoke blew in my face, and she looked me up and down. "Nice boner, by the way."

"I'm a simple man, with simple needs. No shame here. Plus, it's, like, pretty big, right?"

She looked between my legs and raised an eyebrow, drawing the corner of her lips down with one nod in agreement.

We held each other's gaze for a moment. And I bit my lip and stood. "You know, I just came to admire the view."

"You gonna use my shower again to take care of that or what?" She asked with a smile.

"Why? You offering to help?" I turned to leave, clutching my now rock-hard shaft, when the water stirred.

A fist clutched my shirt, and I was pulled backward, falling into the water. I couldn't touch the bottom to push myself back up, but I pulled my head above and blew the water out of my nose. I looked at Ev, who was treading water and laughing.

"Now, what if I couldn't swim?" I asked.

"My life would be easier," Ev said.

The water was murky, but air escaped my lungs as I could see down to her waist in the water. I bit my tongue between my teeth as my eyes lingered on her suckable tits. She sunk in the water momentarily and breached, brushing her hair back. Her hard nipples flashed me, and fuck I wanted to bite one of them.

"Could you be any more obvious?" She chuckled.

"So, cold brown river water. So relaxing, huh?" I said, bringing my eyes to her gaze.

Ev stretched her arms up and dipped her head below the water again and surfaced. "Relaxing? This isn't for relaxing. It's fucking exhilarating," I raised an eyebrow for her to continue. "My favorite poem is The Faerie Queen and one scene depicts these maidens in a pond. A man comes and the maidens hide bashfully in the water but one stands up and exposes herself. Literally just to prove he look but not touch. Fucking powerful. He gets all hot and flustered…Being so unapologetically unashamed of your body, and making a person squirm? Next level shit. Always wanted to be her."

"What so you, wait around here and flash anyone that comes by?" I said jokingly and she splashed me.

"No asshole, its the thrill of the possibilty. No one comes out here. I could drown you right now and not a damn person would hear or see anything."

"Oh and I'M the one being looked at for murder," I muttered. My clothes were weighing me down. I shucked off my shrit and shorts, keeping my dick hidden behind my boxers. I threw them on the dock.

"Nice tats," Ev said looking me up and down as far as she could through the water.

"So what'll take?" I asked

"For what?"

I swam close enough to see the flecks of gold in her eyes. I could reach out and grab her legs and wrap them around my waist right now if I wanted to. "To get a taste of you."

Ev chuckled. "You know Munson, you only have some of the assets I really like in the bedroom, you're missing two big ones," She said as she squeezed her chest. They spilled out of her hands, barely fitting.

"I could make arrangements," I said. As I was treading water, my fingers graced her soft stomach, and electricity shot through me.

"Not on your life," she said with a smile. "I'm out of here,"

"I'm gonna stay. I could feel more exhilarated," I said.

Ev grasped the dock and hauled herself out of the river. I watched as the water glistened over her body, dripping down the curve of her thighs and in all the places I would be happy to lick. She grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off, slowly. Her tits were so big I could see the sides from behind. Her waist had a curve I wanted to sink my teeth into and her thighs moved ever so slightly with ever step she took. She bent at the waist to dry her legs and I got a quick glimpse of my next meal, freshly shaven.

I grabbed my throbbing dick and rubbed slowly.

"Have fun looking Munson. You're never gonna touch," Ev wrapped a towel around her chest and walked back toward the house.

"Fuck me," I whispered as my hand quickened. I braced myself with my other hand on the dock, and grunted. The poem. The skinny dipping made a shit ton of sense now. The power she had over me would have me on my knees begging to let me rail her.

If I bent her over the couch I bet her ass would jiggle as I ramed her hard. I imagined tying her up and wearing her thighs aroung my face as I ate her out for no less than an hour. What her moans would sound like in my ear as I fucked her up against a wall. I panted and sweat beaded my forehead. My jaw clenched and I let out a stifled groan as I came to the thought of her tits in my mouth.