Flood of Desire - Pornelope - ebook

Celia was in for a shock on the cold rainy night when her home was destroyed by a breached dam, and she barely escaped with her life. The teenage boy who shared her refuge on the escaping train was cute, horny, and seriously built! No one would ever know if she yielded to temptation and seduced him, would they? But she never expected Toby to be the best lover she'd ever had!~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~Celia woke to warmth, and the steady rumble of train wheels. Her entire body ached. How long had she been asleep? she wondered as she cautiously arched her aching spine.Behind her, Toby stirred a little, and she thought she heard him suck in a labored breath. She'd been leaning against his wide chest long enough for them both to dry out. One hour? Two?What had startled her awake? Had the train rumbled over a crossroads? Had the whistle blown? Had he said something, done something, to rouse her?His musky scent was all around her like a cloak, radiating from the sleeping bag and his taut body. Drowsily she inhaled, then released a soft little moan of pleasure. Liquid heat began to tingle through her belly as she felt him shift again, and something hot and hard thrust vigorously against her lower spine. It could only be one thing, and she hadn't taken a lover in far too longSweet heavens, what was she thinking? Toby wasn't her lover; he was a stranded teenage boy whose entire life had been turned upside downjust like hers had!Besides, she had to be at least ten years older than him, maybe more. Surely he couldn't really be aroused just because she'd fallen asleep against him!She didn't consider herself a cougar, and the very thought of deliberately seducing a teenage boy horrified her. But his arms were strong and musculara man's armsand they were holding her so securely! And it had been so damned longThe urge to turn around and explore the muscular contours of his tensed body was incredibly temptingso instead she deliberately eased away, and clambered to her feet. The train's steady vibration was oddly soothing to her jangling nerves."Any idea where we are?" she asked, and casually moved toward the open doorway. Rain was still pounding down outside, and the windblown mist felt cool and refreshing against her upturned face.Toby stayed where he was, and she saw that he'd drawn his knees up against his chest. To hide his rigid erection? From the way it had been jutting against her back, it must be pretty big. Another slow, liquid tingle rippled through her veins. If only he wasn't so youngBut really, what difference did that make? They were all alone; no one would ever know. And if surviving a disaster wasn't reason to celebrate, she didn't know what was! 

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Flood of Desire

By Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2017 Pornelope

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

** This book was originally titled “MILF Train.” **

The Caster Dam was sturdy. It had perched above Maristown’s craggy hillside like a reigning monarch’s castle for more than two decades. It would never break…could never break…and send deadly floods of water cascading down into the fertile valley far below.

Celia had heard the town council’s reassurances so many times that, even though she’d been a little nervous the first few years, she’d come to believe them. Of course the dam wouldn’t break! It was a marvel of modern engineering. California would break off from the mainland and sink into the sea before anything could breach its thick, sturdy walls!

She believed it for five happy, comfortable years…until the terrifying rainy winter night when her entire valley shook with a resounding crack! and icy water began gushing down the hillside like a raging tsunami wave.

She woke with a gasping jolt, and stared around her tiny darkened bedroom in panicked confusion. Then the shrill claxon-scream of a warning alarm began howling through the windswept darkness, and she launched to the nearest window. Through scattered flashes of lightning, she could just see churning whitecaps further up the hillside where pretty gingerbread houses had once stood.

She barely had time to drag on her discarded work skirt and blouse, and snatch her purse off the table. Then the pelting rain hammered against her face as she dashed outside into the icy torrent.

Water was already sloshing against her zippy little sports car’s hubcaps. At the rate it was rising, the interior would be flooded before she made it three blocks. Then she’d be stranded…and what if she couldn’t get out of the car before it sank? She’d drown!

What to do? Oh God, what to do?

Desperately she tried to remember the emergency evacuation instructions that were taped to her refrigerator…the same ones she’d seen so many times over the past half-decade, she’d stopped seeing them entirely.

In case of emergency, evacuate to higher ground.

That was right…get as high as possible. It was good common sense…and five years ago, when she’d first moved into her cozy little bungalow, she’d taken the time to map out an escape route. Just in case the unthinkable ever happened.