Free Shift (The Disciples' Daughters #2) by Drew Elyse

the night. I’d figure out what to do next when I was alone.
    Then, the brunette tossed her hair over one shoulder and I got a look at her face.
    God hated me. It was the only explanation.
    “Tori,” I whispered.
    “What?” Cami asked.
    I turned away, but not fast enough to miss Sketch leading her toward the clubhouse. “I need to go. Now.”
    “Talk to me,” Cami insisted.
    I didn’t want to. I wasn’t sure I could get the words out, but I could tell she wasn’t going to let me go until I explained. So I did. In a rush, I told her the whole story. I told her exactly who Victoria was to me, who she’d once been to Sketch.
    Crap. I was going to lose it.
    “I need to go,” I repeated. “I can’t be here.”
    “Babe, I don’t think you should be driving like this.”
    “I can’t be here.”
    “Shit,” she muttered. “Stay here. Please, just one minute. I’m going to get you a ride home. Okay?”
    I gave an absent nod.
    Sketch with Tori. He was in there with her. He was going to kiss her. Fuck her. I couldn’t stop the images from forming in my head.
    “Ash?” I made myself focus on Cami and the younger guy next to her. He had a prospect patch on the front of his cut. He wasn’t a full brother yet, but he was earning a place among the Disciples. I was pretty sure I’d seen him at the farmhouse once, but we hadn’t been introduced. “This is Jack—” she cut herself off quickly. “Sorry,” she said to him, “I keep forgetting.” To me, she started over, “This is Ace. He’s going to drive you home.”
    Home. Yeah, I didn’t really have one of those, did I?
    “Nice to meet you,” I said.
    He gave me a chin lift. So, he was the quiet type. Fine by me, I was too. Even better, he got me out of there right away. As far as I was concerned, Ace was wonderful.

I sat in my room at the clubhouse for a while, nursing a beer. I’d kicked…whatever her name was out before we’d even made it back here. The giggling and strong perfume might not have been deal breakers before, but after being near Ash again, I couldn’t take it. Ash didn’t do that annoying giggling thing. She laughed sometimes, but only when she actually thought something was funny. And her laugh was more of a chuckle than a giggle. It was quiet and deep and always went right to my cock. She didn’t bathe in perfume either. Didn’t even wear the shit. She had a vanilla soap she liked. You could barely smell it unless you got close in a way only I had the privilege to. When you were right up against her skin, she smelled like frosting.
    She tasted even fucking better.
    Shit, I was giving myself a fucking boner after I sent that easy piece home.
    Ash had been back in town for five days, I had barely been around her, and she already owned my balls again.
    Wonderful.
    Fucking peachy.
    I got to my feet. Sitting in a room, alone, thinking about her was not what I needed. I needed more fucking booze and to see if I couldn’t find another chick to scratch the itch once I was a little more chill.
    Back in the yard, I saw the buffet of options for distraction had increased by a lot. Disciples’ parties stayed relatively calm during the day, particularly now that there were kids around again—family time, essentially. At night, that went out the window.
    Family.
    I’d gotten to be around Emmy again for the afternoon. Christ, that girl was something else. She had so much personality. With how shy Ash always was, it was surprising her daughter was just the opposite. Emmy loved attention. She loved to be around people. She made people want to be around her.
    Fuck, she was cute.
    The more time I spent with her, the more I watched her laugh and held her in my arms, the more that voice in my head shouted she was mine. She had to be. Down to my bones, I knew it was true. I didn’t care if it freaked Ash out; I was going to get the proof.
    Okay, yeah, I needed to stop thinking about that shit, too.
    While pulling a cold longneck from a drum of