Almost three weeks after his fight, we were having one of Jane’s amazing Mexican dishes. She made red enchiladas with rice and beans. Fuck, I was in heaven. Jane was babying Cal to make sure he didn’t have to get up for anything, still offering to cut his food for him.

“For fuck’s sake, I think you are fine by now. If not, I’m going into town hoping I get hit by a car so I can get pampered and milk it for all it’s worth.” Nathan snapped at Cal, looking a little amused, even though I could sympathize with him.

Jane laughed, giving Nathan a kiss on the cheek when he grabbed her, making her straddle him as he deepened the kiss. Jane moaned into his mouth, and I noticed her grinding into him. Nathan whispered something in her ear, making her laugh.

“I promise you three orgasms.” I heard him this time.

Jane patted his shoulder before getting up. “I don’t know, three seems like so little,” she chuckled. “I mean, the last time we were together, I think I had four.”

“I’ll give you five,” I offered.

“Six, Jane.” Callum got into the bidding.

Jane laughed so freely, and I loved it when she was so carefree like this. She was having a lot more good days than bad days.

“Sorry Cal, I don’t think...”

“I told you sixty-nine means I don’t have to do much work. You can also sit on my face, or you can be on top, baby.” Callum sounded like he was pleading at this point.

“I think he still has a few more weeks before he can have sex,” Nathan said, after he finished chewing.

“I agree, we don’t want you to get hurt.” I laughed at the glare Cal was sending us.

“Fuck you, guys,” Cal snapped, looking pretty frustrated as he dug into his food.

“You mean fuck you, right?” Nathan cackled.

I couldn’t help it, but I laughed too. Cal without sex turned into a grumpy guy, but Cal with no sex and no exercise, was fucking awful. I think the only thing that was keeping him sane was Jane’s attention.

“Oh, come on, Cal, you act like you haven’t gotten any release. I seem to remember giving you head a few times and let you fuck my tits.” Jane smirked at him.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

“You fucking, shit. Here I was actually feeling sorry for you, and you got to fuck her tits.” Nathan grumbled like he hadn’t fucked her brains out yesterday afternoon.

“You guys are crazy,” Jane chuckled. “I was going to see how your range of motion was, Callum. Are you able to lift a little more at work?”

“He’s been doing good even though I catch him carrying shit he shouldn’t be carrying.” I tattled on him just for shits and giggles.