Migrations (Xcite Romance) by Grace, K D

of the films she and Aunt Rose had watched and the pizza they had eaten. Val raised a hand to rest on her chest, then nonchalantly lowered it to cup her left breast, giving the burgeoning nipple a little pinch through the flimsy summer top she’d worn just because she felt sexy after last night’s orgy among the cranes. Hawk did a double take, offered another lick of his lip and never missed a beat telling Aunt Rose how his uncle had owned a farm in Nebraska when he was a boy and how, when his family went to visit, his uncle let him feed the chickens and gather the eggs, and how there was a rooster who would always chase him. Val was amazed he could talk about chickens and eggs with Aunt Rose and practically fuck her with his eyes all at the same time. She dug through the ice chest between her and Sally and found a bottle of water. Aunt Rose was now talking about her days as a little girl on a farm in Missouri, and Hawk must have surely been about to dislocate his eyeballs keeping one eye on the road and one on Val. She opened the water bottle and gave the neck of it a good fellating before drinking heavily. Then she pulled back prematurely to let the water spill generously onto her peaking nipple, now clearly visible through her blouse along with the chilled stippling of her areola. She made a fuss about being so sloppy, but the only one who paid any attention was Hawk. As she wiped and caressed and fondled her heavy breast with one of the napkins Sally had nicked from the Sta