Nothing But Trouble (All The Way Home Sequel)

Chapter 58: Starting Over.

***ELLE'S POV***

The next morning i woke up with slight ache between my legs and a smile on my face. Needless to say, i slept good as hell the night before.

To my left, Karter was still fast asleep with one arm blocking the sun from his eyes and the other draped around me. I carefully untangled our limbs and climbed out of the bed. After shrugging on my robe, i padded over to the bathroom and went to assess last night's damage.

"Holy shit." I whispered, running my fingers through my disheveled hair. My makeup was smudged, my hair was all over the place, and i had hickies and bite marks all over my neck and chest. My whole appearance screamed "Just fucked."

After turing on the shower, i grabbed some cotton balls and my makeup remover and began cleaning my face. Once all the grimy makeup was gone, i brushed my now slightly wavy hair into a tight high bun and then got in the shower.

As my six shower heads shot streams of steamy hot water at my strained limbs, i couldn't help but feel relaxed. It was like all of the tension had seemped out of my body and washed down the drain. I felt amazing, better than i had in years.

I was just finishing up when the glass shower door slid open and Karter stepped inside. "Good morning." He said casually before kissing me on the lips.

"What are you doing in here?" I said, putting my hands on my hips.

"Showering. You were taking too long so i thought I'd join you." He grabbed a towel and some soap and began lathering up.

"Okay. Whatever." I shook my head. "I was just finishing anyway so you can have the shower all to yourself." I said, hanging my loofah back on it's hook.

"No, wait." He grabbed my wrist. "Stay with me. Here..." he handed me his towel and the soap. "Wash me up."

Sighing, i took the towel and soap from him and began washing his body. I started up at his neck and then worked my way down to his chest and arms. Once i got to his hips i stopped. He held his breath. Gently, i ran the soapy towel down the length of his dick. I could feel him getting harder by the second. Shit. This was a bad idea. I just had to get him started.

Before i knew what was happening, Karter had me pinned against the shower wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. Fuck it. His hips found mine and the next thing i knew, i was lost.

An hour later we emerged from the shower with huge smiles on our faces, smelling like a field of fresh flowers. My shower had been very stress relieving.

From downstairs i could smell the scent of bacon wafting through the door. "Damn, it smells good as hell." Karter said, stepping into a pair of levi's. "Who's cooking?"

"My mom." I said, tucking my white Bob Marley shirt into my high waist shorts. "You haven't met her yet."

"Oh god." He rubbed his head dramatically. "I'm terrible at meeting parents. What if she doesn't like me?"

"I mean, you did arrest her son and cause her extreme emotional turmoil, making her to relapse into a deep depression..."

"Yep. She's going to hate me." He sat down on the bed and looked terrified.

"Relax." I laughed at him. "It'll be fine. Quit being a big baby and get up so we can go downstairs and eat. I'm starving." I said, pulling on his arm.

"Fine."he sighed. "But only because i smell bacon."

"Mmhmm." I smirked. "Now let's go." I smacked him on the ass.

"Aye girl!" He flinched. "You better quit that shit before we miss breakfast." He gave me a warning look.

"I'll be good." I smiled, lacing my fingers through his. "Let's go eat."