Fall Read Online Kristen Callihan (VIP #3)

Categories Genre: New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: VIP Series by Kristen Callihan
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Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 144042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 720(@200wpm)___ 576(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
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My fingers tighten around his stiff arm. “You can. You’ve been doing it your whole career.” He frowns in confusion, and I press on, even though I hate talking about myself. “When my dad left me, I was in a bad place for a while.”

“Babe …” He steps closer, green eyes worried. “I’m sorry.”

I shrug then lean back so I can meet his gaze. “What got me through a lot of dark days was listening to the Apathy album.” A start of surprise runs through him and it’s my turn to hold on tighter. “I listened to your voice, with all that unleashed rage, defiance, and power, and I felt powerful too.”

For a moment, he just stares at me, his lips parted, clearly at a loss for words, but then his lids lower in a sweep of his long lashes. “I wish I was there for you.”

“Then you haven’t been listening. You were. You’re there for so many who need you. You’re …” I grapple for words. “Marvelous.”

John laughs then, self-deprecating and husky. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

I can see the unease creeping over his shoulders. For being a famous rock star, John isn’t entirely comfortable with praise. He’s constantly pushing it off or putting it onto someone else. I get it; I often do the same, and I know I need to back off.

I give his jacket a tug. “Right. Your part of the day is done. Now it’s my turn.”

John visibly eases and gives me a wide grin. “Bring it, Stella Button.”

“No backing out?”

He scoffs. “Please. I never back down.”

“I’m counting on that.” Before he can say anything else, I rise to my toes and kiss him. It’s nothing more than a melding of mouths, a little nip and suck of his firm lower lip. But he chases me with his mouth when I move away.

“What was that for?” he asks, smiling against my mouth, nuzzling.

“Because I can,” I say. “Because your mouth drives me mad. Because you’re so damn pretty, I can’t stop myself.”

“Stealing my lines, Button?”

“As if. Now, stop stalling.” God, I’m nervous now. I’ve never shown anyone this side of me. It’s what I’m best at, but until now, it’s been a personal escape.

John believes he’s the only one who doesn’t know anything about relationships, but I don’t either. Not romantic ones. But if we’re going to work, I have to trust in something more than myself. I have to trust in him.

John

* * *

The heady combination of true anticipation and uncertain nerves is something I haven’t felt in a long time. It used to be my emotional drug of choice in the early days of Kill John. I lived for that sweet spot of feeling, teetering on the edge of greatness and ruin. Back then there was a chance we’d crash and burn onstage. Or we’d rock the house down. I loved the thrill of not knowing. And yet I did know. I knew I’d go out there and feel alive in a way few people experience—every nerve humming, blood coursing, balls tight, and cock hard.

Those moments became my everything. But they started growing far and few between.

Then came Stella. What I feel for her isn’t exactly the same. It’s more grounded. A weird mix of that teetering excitement tempered by unexpected comfort. But today is different. I’m practically jumping in my skin as I follow her instructions to this mystery experience she has set up for me. The land is flat and stretching along the Atlantic. It’s a clear day. Overhead a few small, private planes take off from a nearby airport.

In my ear, Stella’s tinny voice directs me to turn into the airport. Well, that’s a surprise. Is she taking me somewhere? Even though I know she’ll kick my ass if I protest, I don’t like the idea of her paying for a flight. Stella isn’t flush with cash, and she shouldn’t have to spend her hard-earned dollars on me. But I hold my tongue. This is her part of the day, and I’m going to behave and enjoy the fuck out of it.

The airport isn’t big—one runway and a couple of low buildings and hangars. A sign advertising skydiving points the way to one building, and I wonder if that’s her game, but Stella points me toward another building and then asks me to stop.

“Okay,” she says, pulling off her helmet, “let’s do this.”

“This” being Stella walking into an office to log a flight plan and chat with the guys who work there and clearly know her well, all while I stand there gaping in total silence. I’m still gaping as I follow her over to a small—seriously, the thing looks fucking tiny—white plane with one propeller on the nose.

I’ve owned SUVs that were bigger.

“You’re a pilot.” My voice sounds embarrassingly shocked.


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