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Chapter Five
ARIZONA'S POV
It has never felt so good to hold my wife. Being here, in Paris, the city of love… is something else. I've literally been here for a few hours and I already feel like a weight has been lifted. I feel… content. I'm where I need to be, and I know I owe Miranda big time. She claims that it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm missing Callie, but I can see right through her. I seem to be getting good at that. Stepping up into the VIP area, I refuse to let go of my wife's hand. Darryl greets me with a kiss on the cheek, and Callie's bandmates stand and stare, unsure of what to say.
"Guys, this is Arizona. My wife." Callie smiles. "Arizona, this is Paul, my drummer. Craig, my guitarist, and that young man at the back is my sound check guy. You just tag along, right… Jason?"
"Sure, Cal. Yeah." He nods and smiles at my wife. Extending my hand and being welcomed into the group, Callie turns to me.
"You know, we can totally get out of here if you want to?" Her tone dropping as she whispers in my ear, I feel my body ignite.
"As much as I'd love to, I think we should hang out here for a little while." Throwing my wife a wink, I can see the disappointment in her eyes. "All in good time, Calliope."
I want nothing more than to take her to bed and have my way with her, but I don't want to arrive here and disrupt her routine. I don't want the other guys to think I've just come here to take her away from them at any given opportunity. It really isn't like that. We have forever to be intimate, and if I'm going to be spending the rest of the tour with these guys, I should probably not give them any reason to dislike me. If I'm going to be here for the duration, I have to fit in.
"So…" My wife turns and guides me to a seat. "I didn't expect you to be here so soon."
"Mm, me neither." I shrug. "We owe Miranda big time."
"Yeah. I figured." Callie nods in agreement and hands me a glass of wine. "Here, I had Darryl get some more drinks."
"Thanks." Sipping, I smile into my glass as I catch my wife eying me up. "Calliope?"
"Um, yeah?" Shaking her head, she knocks back another shot, her eyes focusing on anything but me.
"Why are you staring?" I smirk.
"I-I wasn't." She clears her throat as she glances around the club.
"Sure you weren't."
"I love that you are here, but now I don't want you to ever leave." She gives me a sad smile and a slight shrug of the shoulders. "I've already been imagining how hard it's going to be. I guess now that you are here early, you will be leaving early?"
"Um…" Furrowing my brow, I quickly realize that Miranda hasn't told Callie everything. Maybe she hasn't told me everything, too. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you weren't due here for another three weeks. So now you will be leaving pretty much when you were supposed to be arriving, no?"
"No." I shake my head. "I'm here for the tour, Calliope."
"W-What?" Her eyes widen and she looks at me in disbelief. "How can you be here for the whole tour?"
"I don't know. That is something you will have to discuss with Miranda." I shrug. "I was just sent here."
"Oh my god. Y-You're traveling around Europe with me?"
"Yep! Looks that way." I smile. "You'd be okay with that?"
"What? Of course, I would." Callie pulls me into one of her strong embraces and holds me. God, I've missed her arms. Maybe more than I realized. "I want nothing more, Arizona."
"Good." She moans against my ear. "Now that we've settled that, how about you show me those moves of yours?" Pulling her up to her feet, Callie's arms never leave my body and it feels incredible. I knew I was missing her bad, but this? Being here with her…it's really hit home for me. No more worries…I'm in her arms.
Laughing and catching my breath, I head back to our table with my wife and drop down onto one of the leather couches. "You have worn me out, woman."
"Uh, no." Callie shakes her head. "You asked for the moves, and you got them. If you cannot control yourself, that is not my problem."
"Well, I'm so very sorry for wanting to dance with my wife." I shrug and sip on a fresh white wine Darryl handed to me as we arrived back to our table. "I'll be sure to ask your permission next time."
"Oh, Arizona." Callie throws her head back and laughs. "You know you never have to ask permission when putting your hands on me."
"Is that so?" My eyebrow raised, I give her a look and her eyes darken. "Is that a totally open invitation to your body?"
"Y-Yeah." Crossing her legs, my wife shakes her head and I know she removing any dirty thoughts she may have right now. "Um, so did you want to get out of here?"
"In a little while, yes." I give her a nod and sit back, watching the crowd in front of us. I can see that she wants to leave, and I'd be totally lying if I said I wanted to hang out here much longer, but watching her bite her lip and blush is just too good to pass up. It's adorable and sexy, and all kinds of hot. No way am I giving up the chance to watch her squirm in her seat. Especially when I know I'm the cause of said squirming. "Everything okay, Calliope?" I turn to face her, a slight smirk forming on my face.
"Yeah, awesome." She throws me her amazing smile and my heart beats out of my chest. Interrupted by an unknown woman taking a seat beside my wife, I cut myself off instead of continuing my conversation. It isn't for anybody else's ears.
"While I'm totally happy that you are enjoying yourself, can you please try to lessen the possibility of an injury, Cal?" A blonde haired woman gives my wife a serious look and I'm totally lost. "I mean, the moves are hot and awesome and everything, but dancing with your fans could get nasty if you aren't careful."
"Why would it get nasty? I was just dancing." My wife furrows her brow, but I have to agree with this beautiful woman sitting beside my brunette.
"It only takes one crazed fan, Cal. Just one." She sighs and takes Callie's drink from her hands. Sipping on it, it's now my turn to furrow my brow. Who the hell is she? And why is she sharing my wife's drink? Clearing my throat, I catch the attention of both women beside me.
"Oh sorry, baby." Callie gives me a smile. "Arizona, this is Steph, my promoter and personal pain in the ass. Steph, this is Arizona, my wife."
Extending her hand across Callie and towards me, I take it in my own and give it a firm shake. "So good to finally put a face to a name."
Mm, can't say the same. I've no idea who this woman is. "Yeah, sure." I smile.
"I've heard so much about you, Arizona. She doesn't stop talking about you." Steph gives my wife a playful roll of the eyes and stands. "I'll see you around."
"Yeah, you definitely will," I state as I take a sip of wine and watch my wife's new lap dog turn to leave. "Great to meet you."
"Oh, can I meet with you tomorrow if you are free?" Steph turns back and catches my sight.
"For?"
"Well you are Callie's photographer, right?" Steph gives me a puzzled look and I nod. "So I'll need to be in touch with you as much as possible."
"Right. Sure." Standing, I hand over my business card. "You can find all of my details on that."
"Brilliant. I'll see you guys tomorrow." She throws my wife a wink and it doesn't sit well with me. I don't know this woman and so far…I don't like her. We both know what women around Callie can be like, so no, I'm not happy about this. Watching the promoter saunter away, I make a mental note to keep a close eye on her. Sure, she's beautiful, and I don't really get a bad vibe from her, but we've been here before with Claire. If I have to be a little extra vigilant, then I will. If I have to look like the crazy jealous and possessive wife, then that is also fine.
"Should we get out of here?" I turn to Callie and give her a smile, deciding not to pass any comment about her new friend. "Back to the hotel?"
"Ugh, l thought you'd never ask." She stands and smiles, straightening herself out. "Move that ass, Arizona."
"Or?"
"Or I won't be held responsible for my actions. If I have to take you on a Parisian dance floor, I totally will." Callie bites her lips and pulls me in closer. "Up to you, baby. How do you want to do this?"
Narrowing my eyes, I decide to test her a little more. "How far is the hotel from here?" I know exactly how far it is, I've just come from there.
"A couple of minutes." She shrugs. "Why?"
"I'm just not sure I have it in me to wait a couple of minutes." Her eyes darkening, her hand moves from my waist to my ass. Closing my eyes, I take a breath. I was playing with her, but now… now I'm not sure I actually can wait. "C-Calliope…"
Her breath washing over my neck, Callie pokes out her tongue and runs it along the shell of my ear. "Your call, Arizona."
"Fuck!" I croak out as her teeth tug at my earlobe. "L-Let's go!"
Stepping off of the elevator, Callie starts to fumble around in her purse for her key card. Muttering under her breath, I walk behind her and smile. "Lost something, beautiful?"
"Um, no. Just l-looking for my key." She states as she glances over her shoulder at me. "It's in here somewhere. Damn!"
Reaching our hotel room door, I slide an arm around her waist and pull her against me. My back connecting with the hard cool wood. "I really don't have much time to wait, Calliope." Lips crushing into plump red, I bite down on her bottom lip and smile when the sexiest groan I've ever heard rumbles from deep within her throat. Reaching into my back pocket with my left hand, I keep my right fisted in the front of her shirt. Refusing to let go, I pull out my own key card and swipe it against the door. Using my elbow to force down the handle, the door opens against my weight and we stumble backward. Removing my lips from Callie's when I desperately need air, she raises an eyebrow and silently questions the fact that I have my own key card. "Got it earlier." I shrug. "Needed to be ready for a moment like this…"
"You are so fucking hot, Arizona. Did I ever tell you that?" Forcing my body further into the room, shoes are kicked off and my jeans are unbuttoned. My body now trapped between Callie and a nearby wall, she slips her hand down the front of the tight denim and past the waistband of my panties. Groaning as she runs a single finger through my throbbing center, she closes her eyes and licks her lips. "And so fucking wet."
"Only for you, Calliope." I pant, as I feel my arousal pooling more as the seconds tick by. "Shit!"
Removing her hand from where I so desperately need it, I groan in disappointment and drop my head to her shoulder. I need her now. No more games, I just need her. On top of me. Underneath me. Inside me. Just…all of her…now. "Callie, please."
"Please what?" She smirks as I lift my head and meet her gaze.
"I need you." Watching as she runs her tongue up her finger, my throat becomes dry and my knees become weak. We may have been together for some time, and we may now be married, but Calliope Torres is the most attractive woman I've ever witnessed. HOT! Both hands coming to rest on my hips, she draws circles on the naked flesh beneath with her thumbs. Fingers hooking inside the waistband of my jeans, she slowly lowers them past my hips and down my thighs. Her lips following her hands, I look down to find Callie on her knees and placing light kisses along the skin that comes into view. I swear she is killing me. Stepping out of my jeans, she throws them to the other side of the room and glances up at me with a smirk.
"I've missed this, Arizona." Her fingertips running up the back of my thighs, she brings her hands around to the front of my thigh and runs her thumb down my lace covered center. "So hot."
Parting my legs a little more, she slips her thumb beneath and pushes the material aside. "I think these have to go." Smiling as her eyes darken to an almost black, I give her a nod in agreement and place my head back against the wall. This isn't going to take long, but I need to hold out just a little longer. My panties now nowhere to be seen, I feel my world starting to spin. I have the most amazing woman in front of me, with her hands roaming in all of the right places, how couldn't my world be spinning?
Her fingers working their magic, she gently blows against my center. Every nerve igniting, I gasp and fist my hand in her gorgeous dark curls. Her tongue slowly running up the length of my center, it takes everything I have within me to stay upright. My legs feel as though they don't belong to me, and the things Callie's tongue is doing to me right now is making me lightheaded. "Y-Yes."
"Mm, you like that?" Her voice low and sultry, I bite my lip and nod, managing a small moan in the process. "You taste so good, Arizona." She whispers. "I've missed everything about you."
Feeling the desperate need to grind down on my wife's tongue, she senses this and applies a little more pressure where she knows I desperately need it. Her fingers running up the inside of my right thigh, she teases my entrance and smiles before barely slipping a single finger inside.
"Oh god." I pant. "Y-Yes, Fuck."
"What do you need, beautiful?" She glances up at me through hooded eyelids. "You need to be fucked?"
"I-Inside, I need you inside," I state as my grip in her hair tightens. Without warning, my wife does exactly as I ask. All breath leaving my body, I feel myself beginning to slip down the wall. Callie's left hand coming up to rest against my stomach, I'm grounded immediately as she applies a little pressure to the area. Enough to keep me upright, but gentle enough to not hurt me. "Jesus, Calli-"
"Come for me, Arizona." Her voice deep with lust, she pumps hard and fast. We have plenty of time to make love, but right now, this is nothing more than hot and fast sex. Hot and fast sex that I'm totally fine with. My stomach muscles tightening, I feel my orgasm beginning to build from deep within. Do I hold on a little longer? Do I prolong the inevitable? No, because even if I wanted to…my body is defying me, and I know that it is only a matter of seconds before I scream my wife's name for all of Paris to hear. It's only a matter of seconds before I come harder than I ever have.
Grinding down and meeting Callie's thrusts, a swipe of her tongue over my throbbing bundle of nerves, and I'm done for. My world crashing down around me, I let every sense take over me and ride out the greatest feeling in the world. My wife, inside of me, and pleasing me like no one else in this entire world ever could. "Yes, Calliope…Oh god. Don't stop. Don't ever s-stop."
Her fingers still working inside of me, my wife gets to her feet and meets my gaze. Her lips pressing against my own, my head spins once again as I taste myself on her tongue. "I've missed you, Arizona." Not letting up with her movements, I groan as my hips involuntarily buck against her hand. "Making you come for me…tasting you." She smiles. "Fuck, it's something beautiful."
"Mm.." I smile against her lips as my hips slow their pace. "..I never would have guessed." Whimpering as she slowly pulls out of me, I lay my head on her shoulder and give myself a minute to catch my breath. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Placing a kiss below my ear, she smiles and wraps her arms around my waist. "I'm so happy that you will share the entire tour experience with me."
"Me too. I have other business to see to first, though." Meeting Callie's gaze, her eyes darkening once again, and I throw her a smirk. "The tour can wait until another day."
Pulling her towards the super king-size bed, I strip her shirt from her body and watch on in delight as her breasts fall free from the bra I've so discreetly removed. Knowing that I need to be on top of this woman, I give her a little push and shrug as she falls back onto the bed. Climbing up her gorgeous caramel body, I feel mine begin to prepare itself for a night of lovemaking. "I hope you don't have any early morning meetings, Calliope."
"Mm, not tomorrow." She husks as she pulls me down into a heated and needy kiss. It's just as well that she doesn't have any plans tomorrow morning. If I get my way…we will still be going at midday tomorrow.
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