“Sharing means you’re mine, Hazel. It means that pussy belongs to me, and if you want a threesome or an orgy or whatever the fuck you can dream up, that’s something I’m giving to you. It doesn’t matter if it’s not my hands, cock, mouth that’s delivering it. It’s still at my will. You’re a smart girl. You understand the difference.”

“I missed you.”I give a choked laugh. “Are you talking to me or my pussy?”“Both.”

“I’m kind of afraid I’ll never get enough of you.” I spread my legs wider. “And it’s not my birthday anymore.”Devan rolls me onto my back and moves down my body to settle between my thighs. The grin he gives me is downright wicked. “When you’re with me, every day’s your birthday, Hazel. Whatever you want is yours.”“That’s easy. All I want is you.”