Hehad a ball of wool on the table, two knitting needles, and was making something. What? None of them knew, but he’d taken it up a year ago, and since then, he’d knitted the whole clubhouse a scarf.
Wolfe wore his out on the road when it was cold.“Go back to your fucking knitting.”
“Hate it all you want, I see that you wear my shit.”
“What are you making?” Wolfe asked, trying to keep the focus on Enzo.
When Enzo had sat down at the table over a year ago with a ball of wool and some knitting needles, the club had taken the piss.
Wolfehad thought it was one of the funniest things he’d ever seen. Hilarious. He still did, but it hadn’t stopped Enzo.
“Notgoing to say seeing as you’re trying to stop making this about your shit mood.” Enzo stared at him over the ridge of his knitting needles. “We can’t help unless you say something.”
“I think it’s a pussy,” Gunnar said.
“Fuck off.” The bread he was buttering tore because of the force he was using. This pissed him off. Rolling it up, he shoved it into his mouth and took a bite, then another, before starting on another slice of bread.
Hehadn’t eaten much yesterday, and he was starving. Images of Amelia kept flashing in his mind, driving him crazy. He shouldn’t have just left like that. It was a dick move.
“It’s a woman,” they all said in unison, making him glare.
“Fuck off.”
None of them did.
Enzo chuckled as he knitted. The other brothers were focused onhim.
“Come on, you’re having girl trouble,” Gray said. “And you’re surrounded by men who know how to handle theladies.” He winked.
He finished making his sandwich and sat back at the table. “You ever been with a virgin?” he asked.
Every single one of them winced.
A chorus ofhell no, anddude, seriously, echoed around the room.
“Have you been with a virgin?” Enzo asked.
“No, but just for argument’s sake, if I have been, or if one existed. How would you … you know, go about … doing that?”
All the brothers stared at him. This wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want to be a spectacle.
What he wanted was to know how to fix this shit with Amelia. He wasn’t a bad lover. Women had left him looking in complete heaven, not like they wanted to never see him again.
“First time for women is painful,” Draco said.
Wolfe didn’t even realize Draco was in the room. The brotherstood, leaning against the door. His face bland.
“It is?”
“Yeah, and as a wolf, it can be … hard for them.”
“How?”
“They’re wolves. They want to … fuck. They want to be close, but it’s painful, and sometimes, if that pain is too great, their wolf will come forward. It can be dangerous for their mate or the man they’re with. Also, if the wolf comes forward, and there is still blood and all that, I’ve heard that a woman can heal herself.”
“Like a multiple virgin?” Gunnar asked.
“It’s rare, and it depends on the pain level,” Draco said. “With a virgin, you have to take your time. Be patient, allow her to become accustomed to you.”