Chapter 2
He’s fucking gorgeous…
Even though he looked like he didn't smile too often, she could see that Limit had two perfect dimples in his cheeks, and that had her almost sighing dreamily.
“I just moved here.”
“You likin’ it?,” He asked easily.
Scarlett nodded.
“It’s pretty. I’ve never been to a bar like this one,” She admitted with a blush.
His grey eyes roamed over every inch of her before he responded.
“I can tell.”
She frowned, but only because she wasn't sure what to say to that.
“What’s the name of your gang?”
He grinned at that, his teeth white and straight.
“Gang?”
She motioned towards his cut.
“You know, your biker…gang?”
He laughed, a sound that resembled what she imagined aged barrel whiskey would sound like.
“Club, we’re just a motorcycle club. Not a gang,” He assured her.
She smiled, feeling like an idiot.
“Sorry. Like I said, I’m new to all of this.”
He nodded and took a step towards her, his muscular body almost pressed against hers. She tried to step backwards, but the bar stopped her movements. He reached around her, something that had her heart ready to beat right out of her chest, and surprised her when he handed her what appeared to be hers and Emily’s drinks.
“Thank you,” She murmured.
His grey eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at her again.
“No problem, beautiful.”
“Scarlett.”
His eyebrows rose.
“My name. It’s Scarlett.”
He raised one of his hands and swiped a lock of hair out of her face.
“Nice to meet you, Scarlett. You have a nice night.”
He began to turn away, but she caught his arm in her hand at the last second.
When he glanced down at her she pulled her hand away nervously.
“May I have your name?,” She asked.
He hesitated for a second before he said, “Limit.”
It was a strange name, but she didn't comment on it.
Scarlett smiled.
“Nice to meet you too, Limit.”
This time she turned away and sauntered back to her table like she’d just won an Emmy before she slid Emily her margarita and sipped from her own.
“Dear God, what did you say to him? He’s still watching you! Scarlett, he’s fucking hot!”
Scarlett knew that, and she’d hoped he was still looking after her.
She wanted him to be just as curious as she was.
“What about your red head? He notice you?”
Emily laughed.
“Oh, honey. You’re too sweet. He noticed me the second I walked in the door. He’s about two songs from coming over here and asking me to dance, but I may not make him wait that long.”
Scarlett wished she was as good with men as Emily was. She never seemed to know the right thing to say or do, and towards the end of her engagement, Scott had taken to calling her boring.
Boring.
As if he hadn't hurt her enough with his cheating, he had to go and blame it all on her.
It was her fault he’d been banging his father’s assistant at the firm.
Her fault he had an extensive collection of hookers on speed dial.
Her fault he didn't want to touch her anymore…
“Scarlett! Stop thinking about Scott and start thinking about how you can convince that sexy beast of a man over there to father your children.”
Scarlett almost spit out her margarita as she laughed so hard, she almost fell out of her seat. She hadn't done that in a long, long time- mostly because Scott always told her that her laugh sounded like a cackle and had made her ashamed of it. Now, however, she could laugh as long and as loud as she wanted to, and no one could stop her.
“That’s the spirit! Oh, the red head is coming over here! Act cool,” Emily said.
As if Scarlett knew how to do that!
Scarlett looked up the second the green-eyed man showed up to their table.
He was handsome, sure, but he only had eyes for Emily.
“Evenin’ ladies. My name is Green, and I couldn't help but notice you're both over here all alone. Would you want to come join me and my friends?,” He asked with a big grin.
Emily fluttered her dark lashes at him.
“Sure would,” She purred.
Scarlett’s mouth fell open.
“Your table looks pretty full, are you sure you have room for us?”
Emily kicked her under the table and Scarlett winced.
Green smiled at her and nodded.
“Trust me, we’ve got the room. Four of our friends are heading home.”
Scarlett smiled at him and tried to calm the nerves biting against her already heavy pulse.
“We would love to.”
He helped Scarlett out of her chair before turning to Emily and granting her his undivided attention, which didn't bother Scarlett in the least. As she gathered her drink and her purse in her hands, she looked up to see Limit watching her again. He had an empty chair under his arm, as if he were already waiting for her to join him.
Act normal, Scarlett.
He’s hot and you're new at this.
He can probably smell your inexperience from across the room!
Talking herself into remaining calm didn't help her any, but she didn't have much time to second guess herself. She was across the room and gesturing towards the chair his arm was resting on before she knew it.
“Is that seat for me?”
He didn't respond, but he did lift his arm so she could sit down.
As soon as she was seated, he dropped his arm to the back of her chair again.
“Fancy seeing you again,” She joked.
Limit’s lips pursed slightly before he leaned in close to her.
“Green likes your friend.”
She wasn't surprised to hear that- Emily always had male callers.
“That doesn't surprise me,” She admitted.
Limit nodded towards her.
“What about you?”
“What about me?,” She asked.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
Scarlett actually laughed.
“Lord, no. I had a fiancé, but it didn't work out.”
Limit seemed surprised.
“Why’s that?”
She sighed and sipped from her drink before she answered.
“He found someone else to warm his bed.”
Limit swore.
“Sorry, didn't mean to bring up bad memories for ya.”
Scarlett shook her head.
“Don’t worry about it. Really, I’m better off without him.”
Limit seemed to agree, because his gaze landed on her lips again.
“His loss.”
“You think so?”
He looked down at the table, his other hand wrapping around his glass. He swirled the amber liquid around in the foggy snifter as he smiled.
“I know so,” He said easily.
Scarlett had to cross her legs under the table at the heat that one sentence created between them.
Intrigued, Scarlett turned in her seat so she was facing him completely.
“Now, why would you go and say a thing like that?,” She asked.
Limit looked up at her from beneath his thick lashes.
“You know you’re attractive. You know you could have any man you want, Scarlett.”
His words actually had her eyes widening.
“Really? I have it on good authority that I’m boring.”
Limit chuckled again, the dark sound making her pussy pulse against the white thong she was wearing underneath her dress.
“Your ex tell you that?”
Scarlett swallowed the rest of her drink as she leaned closer to him.
“I don’t want to talk about Scott. Tell me about you.”
“Not much to tell.”
Scarlett didn't believe that.
“You like motorcycles, I know that much. You’re a veteran, I can tell that, too. And I bet you're drinking top shelf whiskey from that glass,” She said as she pointed to the glass he was still holding.
That seemed to catch his attention.
He studied her closely.
“You’re observant,” He commented.
She shrugged.
“Pays to be observant.”
Limit surprised her when he reached for her chair and dragged it closer to him, almost leaving it to rest between his spread thighs.
“You come here tonight to be rebellious? You tryin’ to forget your man?”
Scarlett thought about that for a second.
Is that why she agreed to come?
Was she still mooning over Scott?
Unsure of exactly what to say, she decided to tell Limit the truth.
And, the truth was, she didn’t have a man anymore.
“I came here to feel alive,” She finally said.
Something sparked in his eyes, something dangerous.
Limit was not a soft man. He was lethal in the way that he moved, as if he were a predator- and for all Scarlett knew, he was. His big hand landed on her thigh.
“What if I told you I could do that for ya? No strings attached.”
Scarlett uncrossed her legs, feeling braver by the second.
“What does a man like you have to offer me?,” She whispered.
Limit leaned even closer to her, his perfect mouth so close she could practically taste him.
“Meet me outside in five minutes, and I’ll show you. My bike is parked right outside the rear entrance.”
Butterflies erupted in her belly, but she knew that she couldn't say no.
Not now.
She hadn't realized it at first, but Limit was the reason she was there.
“Deal.”
Limit stood to his full height, his dick almost caressing her cheek (which she wasn't exactly sure she’d mind) as he headed for the back of the bar.
When Scarlett turned to face the rest of the real world, she saw that Emily and Green were already making out, her ass cradled against his lap. The rest of their friends were near the bar, ordering more drinks.
Scarlett took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves, but Limit was obviously the kind of man who was used to making women come undone. He was obviously far more experienced than her, and yet, she found herself standing and heading for the rear exit anyways.
This is nuts.
Turn around and go back inside!
What if he’s a murderer?
So many things ran through Scarlett’s head as she opened the back door and felt the mild breeze wash over her.
It lifted her hair off the back of her heated neck, and while she was comfortably buzzed, she wasn't anywhere near drunk enough to blame what was about to happen on the tequila.
She wanted Limit.
She didn't need to spend hours inside of the bar flirting with him to admit that to herself.