It's true: Alcatraz is impossible to escape.
As the Uncharted Territory crew descends on the island for their paranormal investigation, the ghosts there are ready to feed upon their greatest fears and prey upon their deepest regrets.
Bethany is confronted with a secret she's been hiding for years. The ghosts are merciless in their onslaught. To defeat them, she must stop hiding and face her deepest regret while also admitting her biggest fear.
Josh is navigating uncharted territory in more ways than one on this investigation. Between Bethany's edginess, the disappearance of the guide sent to assist them, and powerful ghosts who push men to suicide, his limits are tested in order to survive this two-day investigation that could alter the course of his life.
Will Alcatraz and its secrets break the team apart? Will the secrets the ghosts reveal undermine the passion that has grown between Josh and Bethany?
**This is book three of the erotic paranormal suspense series, Uncharted Territory. It contains sexually explicit and adult themes**
This story was previously published, but has been revised with additional content to create a new edition.
He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow. Mornings weren't on his list of favorite things. He was a night-dweller, at his peak performance around midnight.
"Josh, I'm serious." She poked him in the shoulder.
He grinned and twisted his head only enough to look at her with one eye.
She opened the bag and tilted the opening toward him, a devilish smile on her face. "Josh...I know you want a taste."
Oh, he definitely wanted a taste.
"You don't play fair."
"You asked for a treat." She shrugged, a look of false innocence on her face.
His erection tented the sheet at the thought of stripping her naked and getting her back in bed where she belonged. Surrendering, he pushed up on his elbows and let her feed him a bite of the chocolate doughnut.
"It's warm," he said, surprised at the hot cream filling that squirted into his mouth.
"Freshly made." Without breaking eye contact, she stuck her tongue into the yellow cream gushing out of the side of the doughnut and licked it before taking her own generous bite.
He swallowed hard, unable to look away from her vivid blue eyes. He didn't think he'd ever get used to the idea that she truly wanted him as much as he wanted her. He may have a reputation as a playboy—and maybe he had flaunted that too much over the years—but what he felt for Bethany surpassed anything he'd felt for anyone in his life. The mere suggestion that they could become a we off-camera blew his mind.
When she extended the pastry in his direction again, he took a bite before sitting up fully and grabbing her wrist.
"Hey, look at me." He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at her look of confusion. "You're all over the place this morning. I need you to focus."
She slid her hand over the erection lifting the sheet and grinned, a tiny fleck of chocolate frosting on her lip. "Any specific area where you'd like my undivided attention?"
He kissed the corner of her lip and removed the remaining chocolate with his tongue before whispering, "I want you to simply stop moving. Can you do that?"
He silenced her with his mouth fully engaging hers. She tasted like Bavarian cream, chocolate, and all of his dreams come true. He kissed her until he felt her physically sag against him and heard her sigh.
"Josh," she whispered against his lips, "I need to talk to you."
"Talk later." He pushed the pastry bag aside and shifted his weight so that he pressed her back onto the mattress. Getting her to settle down became his sole focus. Manic energy pulsated off of her with the intensity of an electrical storm.
He yanked her t-shirt up to her shoulders before shoving the sports bra beneath her armpits. He nipped first one breast before focusing on the other. All of his attention centered on calming her down and satisfying them both so that maybe—just maybe—they could get a few hours of sleep.
He liked her sweaty and pumped up. Her heartbeat pulsated against her chest while he caressed one breast and savored the other with his mouth. Her fingers slid into his hair. He nibbled his way from breast to pelvic bone while he shoved the tight yoga pants down her hips.
He slipped his tongue over her clit in a feather-like movement meant to tease rather than please while he peeled the remaining clothes from her long legs. He'd never get tired of stripping her naked.
He twisted free of the sheets tangled around his waist and adjusted her legs around him. Meeting her gaze, he laughed when he noticed she held the half-eaten doughnut in one hand.
"Am I boring you? Are you snacking while I'm playing?" he asked.
She turned her head toward her hand and laughed. "I forgot I had it."
"Feed me." He crawled over her, his erect penis pressing against her abdomen while he claimed his treat.
She put the pastry into his mouth before taking a bite for herself. Chocolate and cream slid over his tongue while his eyes locked on hers. They swallowed before kissing each other, the sweetness lingering on their lips as they savored one another.
Beth slid her feet up the back of his legs before linking her ankles behind his thighs.
He'd wanted to linger, toy with her, make her squirm, but now he simply wanted to be inside her warmth. Without breaking the kiss, he reached under her hips, squeezed her ass, and adjusted himself to sink deep inside her. He moved slowly, going deep inch by inch until she arched upward demanding his full length.
Eyes wide open, they stared at each other as their mouths clung and their hips rocked. She sank her fingers into his lower back as he deliberately kept the pace slow and steady.
"Faster," she urged into his open mouth.
So he went slower, pulling his cock out of her and then easing back inside until she moaned with frustration. Smiling, he dragged his mouth from hers and kissed the side of her neck where she still smelled like sweat, fresh air, and pastry.
One hand went to her breast while the other supported his weight. He liked making her beg, enjoyed the twisting of her hips against his, loved the feel of her heartbeat pulsating beneath his hands, thrilled at the darkening of her blue eyes as desire consumed her from the inside out and savored the clenching of her pussy around his cock.
"Josh." She caught her lower lip between her teeth while her fingernails embedded themselves in his back.
Unable to remain calm and controlled, he slammed himself deep inside her at an increased pace. Her body convulsed beneath him, vagina clutching his penis as her orgasm ripped through her like a wave. He rose up, grabbed her hips with both of his hands and rammed faster until he came with a force that rendered him blind and spent.
He fell against her and simply breathed for a minute while her arms wrapped him a fierce hug. "That's why we're never going back to separate rooms again."
She laughed against his shoulder, her breath hot against his skin. "You think sex solves everything."
"It does." He rolled from her and eyed the pink bag and the coffee going cold. With a long sigh, he propped up to sitting and gave her a sidelong glance. "So, what were you saying about a welcoming committee?"
She pulled the t-shirt and sports bra free and crawled beneath the sheets before answering, "You know what? It doesn't matter. Now I'm tired."
"Our coffee is going cold."
"There's a microwave." She pulled her hair free of the ponytail before curling around a pillow. Hesitancy entered her eyes when she met his gaze. "Josh...let's not split up at all today. Not just us, the entire crew. I think we need to stick together at all times."
He frowned because that's not how they worked in venues this large. A lot of planning had already gone into deciding on different staging areas. He grabbed the remaining doughnut and took a few bites before looking at her face again. When he saw that she still stared at him with sleepy yet worried eyes, he turned on his side and held the last bite of the doughnut to her lips.
She smiled before eating it. "You do strange things to my equilibrium, Josh Ryder."
"That's my plan." He joined her beneath the covers, too tired to shower and not really caring to leave her alone. Twisting onto his side, he mirrored her action with the pillow and grinned. "I figure that if I keep you off balance, you'll be too busy trying to figure me out to ever leave me."
"Oh yeah?" She touched her fingertips to the side of his face. "You're excited about this Alcatraz investigation, aren't you?"
"Are you going to tell me why you suddenly have cold feet about it?" He scooted closer, exhausted from traveling. They hadn't arrived in San Franscico until after midnight. Her early morning excursion had interrupted an already fitful night's sleep. He absently twirled an ebony curl around his finger as he breathed in her scent. He wanted more than inside her body...he wanted inside those inner recesses she kept locked away from view. He sometimes doubted he'd ever gain access, though. "Tell me whatever you need to tell me. I'm listening. Promise."
"They're waiting for us," she whispered. "The ghosts know who we are and that we're on our way. I saw one—he was as clear as day in the park. They want us there."
After all they'd witnessed, nothing about the paranormal surprised him anymore. He respected the unknown and never underestimated a person's inutition.
"We'll be okay, Beth. We'll adjust the plan accordingly."
"We've been through worse things, right?"
"Definitely." He scooped her close and rested his chin on top of her head. He held her until he felt she'd finally drifted off to sleep.
He twirled a finger in her hair and thought of whatever waited for them on Alcatraz. He'd been having strange dreams for the past few days, almost like echoes of past prisoners who demanded attention. He closed his eyes and fought the urge to lash out against whatever darkness lurked in the shadows of that empty prison. Provoking usually led to disaster, he knew that, yet his protective instincts rattled at the idea that any otherworldly entity would harm Beth.
Not this time. Never again.