Endless Love

Chapter 10

Blythe woke with Denver tangled around her. She shifted with a wince. Her whole body was sore from the different positions she had been in, and a dull headache from the tequila she had drank.

"You okay?" Denver asked with a yawn, stuffing his face between the pillows.

"I'm okay," she said, sitting up. It was already noon, but none of them had gone to bed until close to four.

Paxton and Josiah were in the other bedroom. She had promptly fallen asleep after a round with Denver and had decided not to move.

He sat up, kissing her cheek, and then her lips. She smiled, cupping his face and bringing him closer. She'd like to say they were the insatiable ones, but honestly, it was most definitely her.

She had never been a sexual person before, but there was just something about these three men. Being around them, they made her feel adored and sexy, and everything she had ever dreamed about. Everything they did was attractive, and it was fun to learn about them and herself in the process.

Denver laid her back down. She hooked her legs around his back, lowering him against her.

"You're going to be the death of me," he sighed as she lifted her hips.

"Can't keep up, cowboy?" she teased.

He chased her lips, lifting her t-shirt over her head. It was actually Paxton's t-shirt, and it happened to be the only thing she was wearing.

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Denver started on breakfast, making a pot of coffee. Josiah came down shortly after.

"Where's Pax?" Blythe asked curiously.

Josiah shrugged, giving her a gentle kiss. "Got up early. Probably painting."

"Can I take him some coffee?" she asked Denver.

"Sure, Bee. There's travel mugs just above the pot," Denver answered. "Let him know food won't be much longer."

She filled up the mug, taking the milk and a packet of sugar with her just in case.

She spotted Paxton immediately, a speck in the distant field. He had his easel set up, and she was eager to get a closer look at his amazing art.

"I brought you coffee if you'd like some," she said as she got closer.

"Glad to see you survived the night," he teased, leaning down to give her a kiss. "Your hair is wet. You're going to get cold out here."

"It's okay. I'm going right back in," she promised, turning to the canvas he was working on. It was indeed amazing, a serene depiction of the landscape in front of him. Even the smallest of horses was detailed. "Wow."

Paxton smiled. "You're so sweet, bringing the whole carton of milk out here and everything."

She shrugged. "I didn't know how you liked it. Denver's working on breakfast."

He nodded, giving her another kiss before she went back to the house.

Blythe helped set the table, opting for orange juice instead of coffee.

"I was telling Jo that Paxton is starting to wear off on you," Denver said to her.

"Although, I assume it could just be your brat, which is exactly what Paxton is," Josiah mused, leaning against the counter.

"What did you call me, bitch?" Paxton asked just as he entered the house.

Paxton washed his hands, scrubbing at the paint that covered his skin. He dried his hands on the kitchen towel that Denver had over his shoulder.

Paxton rolled it up, whipping it right and Josiah's leg who jumped back from the attack.

"Ouch, you dick," Josiah huffed, rubbing his thigh.

"Baby," Paxton said, poking out his tongue.

"Go sit at the table with Bee," Denver said, ushering them away from the hot stove and out of his space.

Blythe giggled as they sat across from her like scolded children. Denver carried over the bacon and eggs and toast, and they dug in. She didn't realize how hungry she was until she started to eat.

Paxton gave a content sigh, leaning back in his chair.

"This has been the best weekend so far," he said. "I almost don't want to go back."

"Me either," Josiah agreed. "I've always been so eager for the next thing, that I feel like I've never slowed down like this."

Blythe frowned. She didn't like the idea of going their separate ways tomorrow. Their schedules were so different, and Denver lived a little ways from town. It was hard. She wished that everything could stay right where it was.