Lucas was helping put an engine into a 1970 Vista Cruiser when Ted Davis walked up. Keith looked at Lucas who was markedly ignoring the older man. Keith shook his head and walked out to Ted to see what he wanted.

"You and Karen have to stop popping up every day. This is a business that I'm running here and Lucas is one of my workers and I don't need my workers distracted. Understand?"

"I just need to talk to him. I need to find my daughter and he knows where she is."

Keith exhaled and walked back to the car that he and Lucas were working on. "Lucas you have a visitor."

Lucas shook his head, "I have nothing to say to him."

"I understand that but this is obviously not going away. So go on and talk to him and get it over with."

Lucas rolled his eyes and stopped what he was doing. He walked out to meet one of the men he hated most.

"So, where are you and Brooke hiding out?" Ted asked almost immediately.

Lucas looked at him with a blank stare, "I haven't seen Brooke."

"Come on, Luke. Everybody knows you and Brooke are still having a thing."

He chuckled, "Ted, Tree Hill is a hotbed of sanctimonious busybodies who can't keep their nose in their own business. You know that."

"Where's my daughter Lucas?"

"Why don't you just get out of here. Because if you don't I might not be responsible for what happens next. And I really don't want to lose my job over the likes of you."

"OK if you see her tell her to call me." he then walked away, cursing Lucas's name.

Lucas shot him off and went back to the car he had been working on with Keith.

"How'd it go?" Keith asked, still working.

"How do you think?"

Keith exhaled, "He's a worried father…"

"And Brooke had been traumatized. She's not ready to talk to him. Believe me."

"I thought that you said she was coming around."

Lucas nodded, "She is. Slowly. Last night she had a nightmare—in which she relived a terrifying memory—caused her to wake up drenched in sweat. And guess what? It was caused by his unexpected visit last night."

Keith whistled low, "You're right. She's not ready for a reunion."

"All she needs is time. But they don't want to understand that. We both need time to get past what happened. But more so her."

"Well Lucas, just talk to her about it. And hopefully she won't have a bad reaction. But if she does…just nurse her through it."

Later that night Lucas watched Nathan and Haley flirt all night long until they took it into the back. Both he and Brooke heard their soundtrack of love begin and then shook his head, "I bet she'll be the one knocked up next. How often they go at it."

Brooke laughed then said, "We go at it just as often—and I know for a fact I'm not going to get knocked up. Again." she said referring to her birth control pills. She then gave him a sultry look. One that spoke volumes. "Speaking of…wanna go to our little love-nest?" Before she had any idea of what he was up to, he carried her to their bed, but not before bringing a can of whip cream with them. "What are you planning on doing with that?" she asked, her eyebrows arched in question.

Lucas chuckled then laid her on her back replying, "If you have to ask then I'm doing something wrong."

Brooke grinned then said, "Lucas—let me explain something to you right quick baby—You…are…not…in…control…tonight. I am." She then flipped him on his back and climbed on top of his body.

She then surprised him by literally ripping him out of his shirt. "Damn girl—when did you get so strong?"

"You must have rubbed off of me…or it's really cheap fabric—either way you're mine!" she shrugged then grinned, shaking the can up, she then sprayed his nipples and torso. Brooke smiled gleefully as she unbuttoned his jeans, then slowly unzipped him. She knew sometimes he had went commando, this time was no different. She then sprayed him there—a lot.

"You must plan on spending a lot of time down there…" he chuckled as he watched her spray a really thick layer of cream on his crotch.

Brooke nodded then licked her lips slowly, seductively. "Yes…I am…"

She then licked the first circle around his areola, her tongue flicking over the hard bud, making it even harder. Lucas groaned quietly as she licked the other one clean, then followed the line down his torso until she came to the mound of cream at his groin. Brooke met his ocean blue eyes with mischievous intent then licked every inch of him. She first attacked his testicles, licking each ball in flicking licks causing heated pleasure to spread through his body, but mostly in the spot she was licking so talentedly She then surprised him by taking his testicles into her mouth and began to hum. The vibrations felt amazingly good, so good it made his toes damn near curl. He found his hands in her silken mane, guiding her head as she swallowed him whole, all the while taking him deeper and deeper into her hot blessedly wet mouth until he felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat. Just as he was about to lose his ironclad control she sat up, her mouth slick with cream and saliva and a bit of pre-cum.

"Lucas you're so insanely hot…" she said as she took of her dress, revealing that she also had gone commando—no bra nor panties.

No matter how many times he had seen her naked—it always seemed to get even better and better every time he viewed her naked form. "Fuck woman…" he hissed out, his hands cupping her full breasts. His fingers then flicked her nipples with just enough pressure to make her back arch in pleasure.

"Mm-mmm…I love when you do that…" She then took his hands off her breasts and said, "But tonight is just for you…"

Brooke then grabbed his pants and found a foil packet and carefully applied it on him. She then climbed on top and began to slowly slide down his erect shaft, making him grit his teeth in response. She was so wet and tight and sweet, her sheath clasping and unclasping like a little fist. The thoughts seemed to scatter when she began her long easy ride, rotating her hips in a slow sensual pace. He gripped her hips—or tried to when he found his hands being smacked away. He was about to object when she placed a finger against his lips.

"Ah-ah—not tonight. As of now—hands off." she said as she moaned in pleasure. She then once again started rotating her hips, teasing him, making him groan in frustration and pleasure. Just as she started to really start a pace he wanted she halted. He was just about to curse her when Brooke sent him a wink and a smile before she went into reverse-cowgirl, lying down so her head was near his feet—giving him an awesome view of her ass—he then watched his cock going inside her, watched his girth stretch her walls tightly. The sight had his cock weeping in true pleasure. Then he growled when he watched himself going in and out—the view was crazy erotic and hot. The she started to move—faster and faster until his cock was like a piston inside her. He had added a few hard thrusts of his own, all the while watching, and feeling and becoming so overwhelmed that he had to cry out in pure ecstasy as he went over the edge of extraordinary pleasure.

He didn't know how but somehow she had reached her pleasure too and was now crying out along with him. Once they had stopped shuddering Brooke had managed to lay beside him, her head on his sticky chest, kissing him solidly on his pec. "I know you got off too—but don't you dare think that I won't get you back for that."

Brooke smiled brightly then asked softly, "Did you like it?"

Lucas looked at her as if she had lost her mind. "Of course I liked it. I loved every minute of it."

She snuggled closer then said, "Good…I'm glad…"

"Can you do that…oh let's say…every two days out of the week?" He said as he chuckled, but he was deadly serious. That was the best sex that he ever had with anyone.

She chuckled then said, "I'll see what I can do…"

He knew that this would be the time to talk to her about the whole Ted situation but he didn't want to ruin this relaxing weekend with her. But then she looked at him and frowned adorably.

"What are you brooding about? Especially after all that?" she asked softly, listening to his beating heart. It was a beautiful sound.

"Ida Scott Taylor once wrote: Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering. That being said… I will tell you about it tomorrow."

Brooke looked at the electric clock on the bedside table and saw that it was past three in the morning. "It's already tomorrow… Luke?" she asked only to find that he was fast asleep. She smiled, "Goodnight Boyfriend…"

"Goodnight Pretty Girl…" he murmured drowsily before knocking back out.