AN: Muses are fickle. I couldn't get these three out of my mind, trying to imagine how the dynamic would play out among them. Besides, some of my dear reviewers requested it. So, a little lemony extra, hope you enjoy it. As usual, I own nothing related to OTH, but the triangle itself is all mine.

Chapter 28

Taylor comes from the street, painted on jeans, sports bra, fingerless gloves, boots. Dusty, short hair windswept, bright eyes, a little angry. Smelling of leather and sweat. Sexy. Brooke hasn't seen her in a week, her work schedule and whatever Taylor has been doing are keeping them apart. Without a word, Taylor walks in, grabs Brooke by the shoulders and pushes her against the refrigerator door, hard. One hand on the back of her head, one hand on her right breast. Lips on lips, hungry, tongue invading Brooke's mouth. After a moment of near shock, Brooke gets right down to it, kissing her back with everything she's got. Taylor growls, and Brooke moans a little. A few seconds later, Taylor stands back, looks into her eyes with a pleased half-smile. "Too rough?" Her voice is tight with desire.

"No." Brooke's heart is pounding, and her whole body tingles She savors Taylor's intense physical presence, letting her inner subbie out for a spin. Her voice is a near-purr. "I like it rough."

Taylor lights up, with a tight little grin. She lifts Brooke into a bridal carry and walks up the stairs like the doctor weighs nothing at all. Brooke screams at the unexpected handling, laughing and holding onto Taylor's neck for dear life. Taylor dumps Brooke on the bed, falling on her, pushing her down with her weight, knee between her legs, one hand mashing a breast, the other holding her head, grabbing her hair, holding the position for hungry lips to suck at Brooke's pulse point. Brooke tries to keep up, squirming, moaning, little electric shocks coming from her neck, between her legs, her breast... her mind a mushy blank, overwhelmed by her aggressive lover.

Taylor pulls back, sitting on the edge of the bed to begins to remove her boots. Brooke sits up, panting, then gets up and starts a slow strip. Taylor stares, taking in the tight little body under the loose clothes. She waits until Brooke is down to her tweety bird panties before saying in a husky voice. "Play with yourself, babe." Brooke complies, right hand between her legs, left on her breast, humming a Madonna song. Taylor mouth opens a little and breathes fast. Brooke notes that, plus the wide pupils and the hard buttons under her bra.

Brooke loves the attention. "Aw, yeah!" Taylor finally removes her boots and gets up, wiggling out of her jeans, without taking her eyes off Brooke. Commando, with white gym socks. There's a well-trimmed triangle of dark hair north of her slit. A mouth-watering, extremely fit body. "Fuck, you look good."

Taylor replies, still in a husky tone. "Hard work and clean livin', Doc."

Brooke giggles as she approaches, sliding her nails gently down the hard abs. "And it hasn't been a year since you've given birth..." Firm high breasts and not a stretch mark in sight. Great genes and an iron will. Brooke sighs. It took her two years after Emily to get back in shape. She giggles again, a little embarrassed by how much Taylor turns her on.

A deep kiss and Brooke is down on her knees, tasting Taylor's juices, working her fingers and tongue with enthusiasm. Taylor gives a slow, surprisingly girlish moan and grabs Brooke's head by the hair, pushing her in, grinding herself against Brooke's face. Brooke rubs herself furiously while Taylor uses her face, helpless in Taylor's hands. She comes, early and strong, losing herself and barely aware of her muffled screams against the other woman's core. By the time Brooke is winding down, Taylor stiffens, muttering. "Oh, oh... Fuck!" She pulls Brooke's face away a little, while half a dozen involuntary spasms rock her body. Taylor slides down, her knees too wobbly to keep herself up, and ends up on her knees in front of Brooke.

Brooke watches Taylor attentively while she gathers herself. It's fascinating, really. Taylor holds herself very much in control, usually, so it's nice to see her undone like this. "That was a good one, hm?" Brooke comments with a smirk.

Taylor smirks back. "Yeah." She looks at Brooke's glistening face and a tiny little shiver runs through her limbs. "Nice face, Princess."

Brooke slides her tongue across her lips, tasting Taylor. "Glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh, yes." She gets up, pulls Brooke up and slams her against a wall in a deep, soulful kiss.

They shower together, the running water bringing out Brooke's silly self. She finds out Taylor is ticklish on her sides and on the back of her knees, and takes ruthless advantage of that. The shower lasts for a while and they are both still laughing when Lucas comes in, leaning against the bathroom door and enjoying the sight of the two naked women drying themselves. Taylor sees Lucas first. "Hey!"

"Welcome back." He approaches for a peck on the lips and a slap on her freshly washed backside. She saunters away, to allow Brooke to come closer and get her own kiss. "Hey, Pretty Girl."

"Hi, Broody."

He ogles them a bit and smiles. "I must have done something right in a previous life."

Taylor snickers. "You just lucky, squirt."

"I guess..."

"The kids?" Brooke asks.

"Parker is napping. He was a little cranky at the park, but it was lights out as soon as I strapped him to the car seat. When we got home I changed him and he didn't even blink. He's probably good for a couple of hours. Emily and Sawyer are downstairs, watching a cartoon."

"Is Sawyer sleeping over?"

"That's the plan. Mark is at Haley's, so that the moms can have a fun night."

Brooke replies. "Nice!" She exchanges a glance with Taylor and turns to Lucas. "Take care of our girlfriend, Broody. I'll watch the kids." Three parents make for a much easier sex life.

Lucas looks at Taylor and sees a tight little smile, which he returns. "Give us an hour."

"Take your time." Brooke gets near Taylor, caresses her face and they exchange a long kiss. "She deserves it."

Lucas and Taylor just watch as Brooke leaves the bathroom. Taylor sighs. "She's something else, ain't she?"

Lucas just nods, grabs Taylor and, kisses her and pulls her up, setting her on the sink's counter. "I've missed you".

"I missed y'all." She wraps her legs around his waist and holds his head with both hands, going back to kissing, while he unbuttons his pants and removes both pants and underwear in one smooth motion. He is hard, she is wet, and, after a practiced little adjustment, very slowly, savoring every inch, he's inside her.

He looks in her eyes. They smile. She squeezes and pulls back, just as slowly. They both shiver. Lucas holds her, hands under her buttocks, and turns around. Enjoying her weight. She tightens her hold, legs, arms and core, and he lowers her, burying himself again. "Bed?" He asks.

They do another couple of exquisite in-and-outs before she replies in a whisper. "Hmm...Yeah." Nobody ever filled her as nicely as Lucas does. "Cow-girl."

"My favorite."

She thinks to herself: 'I know that, silly.' He is not in a rush, and at every step, he stops a little to enjoy the feeling. Past the bathroom door, they stop moving and kiss, their tongues playing, She squeezes, and he responds with a muted groan. He pushes deeper, kneading her buttocks, and she is the one to whimper.

They finally get to the bed and he turns his back to it, sitting down carefully. It's an old game of theirs, changing positions while staying inside. He slides to the middle of the bed, dragging her along. Happy with his position, he watches her. She plants her knees and toes on the mattress, lifting herself a little, to find the ideal angle. Hands back above his knees, back arched, shoulders back. Like clockwork, his hands stretch to cup her breasts. Large, rough, clever hands. A contrast with small, soft, clever hands from a few minutes ago. She pushes her hips up and forward, tension on her thighs first, and then on her abs, in a fluid forward motion, which she then reverses, abs then thighs. His breath catches as he encourages her with a subtle rocking motion. Well matched, they find their rhythm, slow and steady. Deliberate movement with every muscle, letting pleasure wash over then as an unintended consequence of a long rehearsed dance. He squeezes her breasts, pinching her nipples and small electric shocks course up and down her spine. She's getting close. She holds it in, letting him catch up. The dance becomes more urgent, faster, rougher, less controlled. He moans a bit, He's getting close as well. An unspoken signal between them, and he reverses the position, landing in an eye-to-eye missionary. He pounds of her, fast and urgent and she lets herself go, Toe curling, eye-rolling, back-arching finish. Ripples upon ripples. She barely notices when he tenses and releases, filling her, calling her name.

A long kiss, his weight on top of her. Moving about, something soft leaving her. She's not a cuddler, not usually, but she finds herself enjoying a little mellow bliss half on top of him. Long slow breaths, a little mingled sweat and fluids, the sticky feeling between her legs. Fully, thoroughly sated after two wonderful orgasms.

Her mind wanders, and a few of her worries come to haunt her. It is a little too much, having these two just waiting home for her. Too perfect. She doesn't do perfect. That's her sisters or her mother. Her old feelings for Lucas, and the awakening new feelings for Doc... and the fear of having it all snatched away, of fucking it up, somehow.

Lucas feels her tensing up, opens his eyes and meets hers, blue on honey and a small crease on her forehead. "What?"

"Hmm..." she doesn't know what to say.

"What?"

She sighs, and tries to articulate it. "We couldn't make it work when it was just the two of us."

Lucas knows about the fears under the tough exterior, probably better than anyone else. He loves her for it. He casts about something to say. Her frown deepens as the silence stretches. Then, a little light. "Maybe... maybe something was missing."

She thinks a little and then smiles. "You mean, someone was missing." He shrugs. She relaxes and rests her face against his chest. "Maybe."

Lucas stops and stares when she comes out of the closet. A boys white tee, tight, short and leaving nothing to the imagination and cartoon panties from Brooke's collection. Beyond sexy. She laughs a little and takes a spin, as happy as he's ever seen her. When did she start using Brooke's clothes?

At first, Taylor kept her separate bedroom, but that only lasted a couple of months. She moved in, first sharing the bed, then her toiletries moving into the suite's bathroom, her clothes into their walk-in... finally Brooke decided the walk-in would be too small for the three of them and bought a nice four-door armoire in pale wood for Taylor's stuff. Taylor rummages through her armoire and picks out a pair of camo shorts and black canvas shoes. Stay-at-home biker chick looks, with the hidden cartoon panties for excitement. It's hard to keep cool around either one of them. Hopeless with both.

Parker was awake, babbling to himself when they come out of the bedroom. He's a happy little dude, go along to get along, unless crossed. Taylor enters the nursery to a squeal. "Ma!" He waves his little arms at her, clearly very excited to see her, and Taylor is happy to grab him and place him astride her left hip.

"Hey, little guy..." she kisses his cheek.

He bounces a little, making happy noises. "Ma!" He calls both women 'Ma', but he shows a little preference for Taylor.

They walk down, and find Brooke, Emily and Sawyer sitting on the carpet, having a tea party with a few plushies and dolls. Emily gets up and rushes to Taylor, grabbing her legs in a hug. "Mom!"

Taylor smiles at the little girl. "Hey, Em. What's cooking?"

"We're having a party." She grabs Taylor's hand and drags her to the little group. "Want some tea?" She offers a small plastic cup and saucer.

She grabs the cup with one hand, while setting Parker down. "Sure. Thank you, sweetie." Parker promptly crawls across their 'table', to dismayed cries from the two girls, right into Brooke's lap.

The two girls put things back in order, while Brooke coos at Parker and Taylor sips her tea. Order restored, the two girls get back to their party. After a couple of minutes Sawyer says. "You have two mommys too, Emmy!"

Emily looks at Brooke and Taylor and replies with enthusiasm. "Yeah. And a Daddy!"

Sawyer's smile turns into a frown. "I don't have a Daddy..."

Lucas, who had gone to the kitchen to begin dinner prep, had come back to the living room and immediately sits down behind Sawyer and grabs her in a hug. She tenses a bit, but quickly relaxes. "Hey!"

"Hey, unca Luke."

"You know I'm your godfather, right?"

She turns around and looks at him. She knows, but she doesn't really know what it means. "Yeah?"

"Your moms are awesome, right? You don't really need a Daddy."

She pouts. "I guess..."

"But if you ever, ever want one, I'll be right there, all right?"

The little blonde's pout turns into a frown, but nods her head. "Otay."

"So, there." Lucas lifts his eyes and sees his wives smiling dreamily at him. "What?"

Brooke snickers. "Nothing, hun." She exchanges a look with Taylor. Good fathers deserve appreciation.

Brooke comes down from reading a couple of stories to the girls. Parker is already gone for the night and Taylor is setting up places at the kitchen counter for their usual late dinner. Light fare, a veggie soup with chick peas and crusty homemade bread. Nobody wants to stuff themselves this late at night. Once a month or so, they sit down to discuss menus, moms and dad, the doctor, the athlete and the cook... it gets a bit heated at times, but they are all dead serious about it, so that's how they like it.

After serving everyone, Lucas sits down. "I've been meaning to ask, Taylor. How was the meet?"

Brooke is not aware of precisely what Lucas is asking about. It's unfortunate, but with her crazy schedule, some things just slip by. She frowns a little, but decides not to interrupt. Maybe it will become clear. Taylor looks serious when she replies. "It went well, actually. Sandra and the new kid both won their matches. There was talk of a UFC contract for Sandra."

"Great! Congratulations." Taylor is clearly not entirely happy. "What?"

"Three young fighters approached me for coaching. One is from Charlotte, another from upstate New York, and one from out west. I'd take all three, but I can only accommodate one."

Lucas nods, but Brooke needs to know more. "Why?"

"It's resources, hon. These kids, specially ones from far away, need housing, jobs, adult attention. The kid from Charlotte can commute, but the others..."

"And the gym?"

"MMA training is not really their focus. They are happy to take the marketing boost, but they don't want to really invest in it."

Brooke frowns and tightens her lips. Lucas smiles, guessing what's coming. "So, you need your own gym, right?"

Taylor laughs. "My own gym..."

Lucas decides to butt in. "And why not, Tee? You know the business, you have the contacts, and I know you're a great manager."

Taylor raises her voice. "Money! Do you have any idea how much it costs to set up a training facility?"

Brooke and Lucas exchange a glance. It's not that they try to hide their net worth, but they don't advertise it either. They didn't realize Taylor doesn't know. Lucas replies quietly. "A few millions?"

"That's right!" Taylor is almost shouting.

Brooke approaches Taylor, hugging her. "We have the millions, love."

"Would you want to do it?" Lucas asks.

"What do you mean you have the millions? How many millions?" Brooke giggles and Lucas snickers. Taylor crosses her arms under her breasts. "How fucking rich are you guys?"

"We're not billionaires." Brooke says. "But we're getting close."

Before Taylor can explode, Lucas raises a hand and adds. "Look, we set up a twenty million trust fund for Sam. We plan to do the same for Emily and Parker."

"So tossing a few million at me..."

"Nothing of the sort." Brooke turns serious. "You're a full partner in this family, Taylor James. It's all yours too."

"Mine!" She's nearly in tears, and neither Brooke nor Lucas know exactly what's bothering her. "And you didn't bother to mention this sooner?"

Lucas replies. "We don't really care about money. We tend to forget about it... Sorry, all right?"

"I need a little time." Taylor gets up and leaves through the front door. Soon Lucas and Brooke hear her hog starting and the engine noise fading away.

Brooke looks a Lucas, her eyes moist. "That could have gone better."

"Yeah..."

"That stupid money..." She climbs on Lucas' lap and sticks her face in his chest, shaking a little. "I don't wanna lose her."

"She'll be back."

"You sure?"

He isn't. Taylor is unpredictable. Yet, he lies. "Yeah."

It's one in the morning. Lucas and Brooke are in bed. They are both reading magazines, The Atlantic for Lucas and The Journal of Child Psychology and Psychiatry for Brooke. At least they are pretending to read. Neither has turned a page in fifteen minutes. They both perk up when they hear the motorcycle noise from outside, and the steps approaching. Taylor opens the door without knocking and stares at them for a second. She's been crying. "I'm sorry..."

Brooke smiles, opening her arms and beckoning her in. Taylor rushes into Brooke's arms. "I'm so sorry."

"Shh..." Brooke pulls her to the middle of the bed and both Lucas and Brooke embrace her.

"You don't need to apologize..."

"No." She sits up between them and cleans her face and eyes with her hands. "I need to say it. I'm too proud of my independence, and too afraid of losing it. But it's stupid. I'm not letting my insecurities, or a stinking pile of money, get between me and you guys."

"Well... good!" Lucas adds.

"So, if you guys want to build me a training facility..."

Brooke interrupts her. "No. It's not mine and Lucas money. It's yours too. You want a training facility, or a concert hall, or a birdbath, or anything, you build it. We'll help, or applaud on the sidelines, or whatever the hell you want."

"You're not serious."

Lucas replies, "We're dead serious. We'll add your name to the accounts first thing Monday morning."

She looks at them, clearly thinking very hard for a minute or two. Suddenly, she smiles. "Oh, fuck it! Fine." She pushes a hard finger at Lucas chest. "I'll need help, though."

Lucas laughs. "Brooke is the business genius."

"You're the one who knows about codes, permits, taxes, hiring..."

"I can help with big picture strategy, but you're right. Broody is good with the nitty-gritty."

"Fine. We'll make it a family project."

Both women nod. Then they cuddle. The cuddling becomes kissing. First, Taylor and Brooke, with Lucas embracing Taylor from behind, playing with her breasts and kissing her on the back of her neck. Then Taylor turns her attention to Lucas, one hand sneaking inside his flannel pants while Brooke's clever fingers play between Taylor's legs from behind. Brooke is wearing a large t-shirt and panties and Lucas, just his sweatpants, but Taylor is still in street gear and shoes, so she gets up and puts on a little show for her lovers. Playing with herself, Taylor finds she is a little sore from all the earlier attention, plus the long bike ride, so she's cast in a supporting role for what's coming. She grins.

Taylor gets Brooke lying down belly up, hips supported by a pillow and head falling off the edge of the bed. Lucas, who can often guess Taylor's intentions, holds Brooke's head in position and goes right in, all the way. Taylor finds it amazing that Brooke cute little mouth and throat can swallow it all, no hesitation. She watches them going for a bit, before going for it with her tongue between Brooke's legs.

Lucas and Taylor have an unspoken and very easy rapport in bed, with him subtly deferring to Taylor's more dominating ways, but often getting ahead of her, or pushing her a little. They understand each other. Brooke is a different matter. Brooke is a natural submissive, which Lucas deals with long practice and suits Taylor just fine. Still, the amazing part is how exquisitely responsive she is. She abandons herself to pleasure completely and enjoys sex in a way that Taylor envies a little.

Case in point, while Lucas ravishes her mouth and throat, Taylor's ministrations make Brooke undulate and squirm wildly, to the point that Taylor must hold her hips in place. Her muffled moans and screams join Lucas' mutterings and moans and get to Taylor to where one of her hands goes to her abused core for release. Gently. Always hair-triggered, Brooke comes long before either Lucas or Taylor are nearly there.

Brooke pants, when Lucas removes himself, her eyes glazed. He kneels between Brooke's legs, burying himself at the south side of her. He moans, while sliding into the slick place and Brooke screams. Taylor straddles Brooke across her breasts, pinning her arms to the bed with her legs, pushing a little weight and restricting her movements. With a gentle finger, Taylor caresses Brooke's bud in soft circular motions, in counterpoint to Lucas' pounding. With the other hand, Taylor grabs Lucas' neck and kisses him deeply, while Brooke's squirming becomes more intense and the noises coming from Brooke become coarser and faster.

Lucas stops kissing and pounds faster, and Taylor's rubbing becomes a little more intent. In a minute, Brooke comes again, which triggers Lucas to an intense finish. Lucas questions Taylor with his eyes and Taylor shrugs. "Gentle." He nods and Taylor lies next to Brooke, exposing herself to Lucas, who holds her hips up a little and goes at it blowing and touching lightly. At first, Brooke is out of it, but Taylor's soft moans awaken her and she looms over the other woman, kissing her and caressing her breasts while Lucas does his thing. Despite being very turned on, it takes quite a while for Taylor to find her release under such gentle stimulation. No problem. Many times it's all in the journey, not the destination.

Parker, bless his sweet soul, waits until they're all asleep before requesting attention. Thank the sound insulation in the bedroom walls. Lucas drags himself up, while Taylor and Brooke spoon half-asleep, waiting for the big spoon to come back.