A Weekend at The Marriage Hotel

The Hotel at which she and Maya married had changed since the last time Riley Amy Matthews-Hunter walked through its revolving doors. New carpet, same chandelier, that same old-world charm that made you feel like you'd stepped into a black-and-white movie. She squeezed Maya's hand as they crossed the lobby, their heels clicking in unison against the marble floor.

"This place hasn't changed," Maya said, looking up at the vaulted ceiling. "We haven't been here since the wedding," Riley said. "Exactly. Still looks the same."

Cory was already seated in the restaurant when they arrived. He stood up and waved them over with that familiar, slightly too-enthusiastic energy he always had. His curly brown hair was neatly combed for once, and he was wearing a blazer over a collared shirt. He looked like a man who had something planned.

"You look beautiful," he said, kissing Maya on the cheek first, then Riley. "Both of you. Stunning, actually." Maya smoothed her blue dress and slid into the booth. Riley sat beside her, close enough that their thighs touched. She was wearing the black patent platform heels Maya had picked out for her months ago. They'd become something of a signature.

"You're in a good mood," Maya said, picking up the menu. "I'm in a great mood. Topanga's at a law conference in Chicago. I've got the place to myself. And I've got you two." "We're flattered," Riley said, smiling. "You should be. I'm buying."

The waiter appeared with wine. Cory had already ordered a bottle of something French and expensive. He poured for all three of them and raised his glass.

"To our new beginnings," he said. "To our new beginnings," the women repeated. They clinked glasses. The wine was rich and warm. Riley felt it spread through her chest, loosening something that had been tight all week.

The AIT Gazette had just wrapped its second volume, and the underground publisher Cory had helped them contract had been thrilled with the numbers. Things were good. Things were very good.

"So," Cory said, setting down his glass. "I have a proposition." Maya raised an eyebrow. "A proposition." "I want you to stay here. With me. For the weekend." Riley looked at Maya. Maya looked at Riley. There was a beat of silence.

"Here?" Riley asked. "At the hotel. I booked a suite. Two bedrooms. King beds. Room service. The whole thing. Topanga's gone all week, and I thought why not celebrate? You did good work. The Gazette is a hit. You deserve a weekend."

Maya leaned back in the booth and crossed her arms. She was shorter than Riley by several inches, even in heels, and she had a way of looking up through her blond hair that made every expression seem twice as loaded. "What exactly are we celebrating?" Maya asked, her voice careful but not dismissive.

"Success. Freedom. The fact that we're all adults who can spend a weekend at a nice hotel without anyone asking questions." Cory leaned forward. "Come on. When was the last time you two took a weekend off?" And I am your King.

Riley thought about it. Between the magazine, their writing, their adventures outdoor and otherwise they hadn't actually stopped in months. The last real break had been the hiking trip where Riley had yelled "Catch me if you can" and led Maya on a barefoot chase through the woods that ended with both of them naked in a creek. "We could use a weekend," Riley admitted.

Maya turned to her. "You want to?" Riley could feel Maya's hand resting on her thigh under the table, fingers tracing small circles. "I want to," she said. Maya smiled. "Then we're in." Cory grinned and raised his glass again. "That's what I was hoping to hear."

Dinner was a slow, luxurious affair. Cory had ordered for the table—steak, lobster, some kind of truffle pasta that Riley couldn't pronounce but couldn't stop eating. The conversation drifted from work to memories to the kind of easy banter that only comes from people who've known each other long enough to be comfortable with silence.

But there was something underneath the conversation. Riley could feel it. A current. Every time Cory looked at Maya, there was a warmth that went beyond friendly. Every time he looked at Riley, there was an appreciation that went beyond polite. And every time Maya and Riley touched hands on thighs, shoulders pressed together, the occasional stolen glance Cory noticed. He didn't stare. He didn't comment. He just noticed, with a quiet smile and a sip of wine.

By the time dessert arrived, Riley was warm all over. Not just from the wine. From the energy in the booth. From the way Maya's hand had migrated higher on her thigh. From the way Cory was leaning in closer, his voice lower, his jokes carrying a different kind of edge.

"So the suite," Cory said, pushing a forkful of chocolate cake toward Riley. "I should tell you it's the same floor as your honeymoon suite." "Is that so?" Maya said. "Same floor. Same view. I thought it was fitting." "Fitting for what?" Riley asked.

Cory looked at her. Not happy with her tone. His brown eyes were steady. "For whatever I want the weekend to become." The silence that followed was charged. Riley felt Maya's hand squeeze her thigh. She looked at her wife. Maya's blue eyes were bright, her lips slightly parted. There was a question in them. Riley answered it with a small nod. "Whatever you want it to become," Riley repeated, looking back at Cory.

He smiled. "Good." They finished dessert. Cory signed the check without looking at the total. They rode the elevator to the fourteenth floor in silence, the three of them standing close enough that Riley could smell Cory's cologne and Maya's perfume mixing together in the small space.

The suite was beautiful. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. A living room with a couch that could seat six. Two open doors leading to two bedrooms, each with a king bed. Soft lighting. Fresh flowers.

Riley poured three flutes of champagne from the bottle waiting on the counter. She handed one to Maya, one to Cory, and kept one for herself. She sat beside Maya on the couch, their bodies close. "You've evolved," Maya said, and there was a teasing note in her voice.

"A whole new Cory." "A whole new Cory," he agreed. He sat in the armchair across from them and loosened his collar. "One who knows what he wants." "And what's that?" Riley asked. Cory took a long drink. "A weekend where we just be."

Maya set her glass down and shifted so she was facing Riley. She reached up and tucked a strand of brown hair behind Riley's ear. "I like the sound of that," she said softly. Riley turned to face her. Maya was close. Close enough to count the freckles on her nose. Close enough to feel her breath. Riley leaned in and kissed her. Soft. Slow. The kind of kiss that starts as a question and ends as an answer.

When they pulled apart, Cory was watching. His flute was on the table. His hands were on his knees. His breathing was different. "Beautiful," he said. Just that one word. Maya looked at him. "You want to come closer?"

Cory stood. He crossed the room and sat on the couch on Riley's other side. The three of them were pressed together now, Riley in the middle, warmth on both sides. She could feel the heat of Cory's body through his shirt. She could feel Maya's fingers already working on the buttons of her own dress.

"I've been thinking about this," Cory said, his voice low. "For a while." "So have we," Maya said. She slipped her dress off one shoulder. Riley watched the fabric slide down Maya's arm, revealing the curve of her breast, the edge of lace underneath.

Riley reached for Cory's hand and placed it on her own knee. His fingers were warm. He didn't move at first. Then his hand slid up, slowly, following the line of her thigh under her dress. "Is this okay?" he asked. "Yes," Riley said. "This is okay."

Maya kissed Riley's neck. Her lips traced a path from Riley's ear to her collarbone, and Riley let her head fall back, giving Maya access, giving herself over to the sensation of being touched from both sides. Cory's hand moved higher. Maya's hands pulled Riley's dress down off her shoulders.

Riley stood up. Both of them watched her. She stepped out of her dress and stood in front of them in her heels and underwear. Black lace thong. The set Maya had bought her during their shopping trip, the one that was meant to be seen, then removed. "Keep the heels on," Maya said.

Riley smiled. She turned to face Cory and reached for his blazer. He stood to let her pull it off. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, while Maya watched from the couch, sliding her own dress the rest of the way down.

Cory's chest was broader than Riley remembered. She ran her hands across it, feeling the hair, the warmth, the slight tremor in his breathing. He wasn't nervous. The new Cory was still part old Cory, and old Cory had always been a little nervous. She found that endearing.

Maya appeared beside them. She was down to her underwear now, her blond hair loose, her blue eyes fixed on Cory's belt. She worked the buckle while Riley kissed his chest. The belt came off. The zipper came down. Maya pulled his pants to the floor.

His seven inch cock was hard inside his boxer briefs. Riley could see the outline of it, the length, the thickness. Maya pulled his underwear down and he stepped out of them. His cock stood straight out, thick and smooth. Maya wrapped her hand around it and Cory let out a breath that sounded like it had been held for years.

"Bedroom," Riley said. They moved to the nearest bedroom. The king bed was covered in white sheets. Riley kicked off her heels just for a moment, to climb onto the bed then put them back on at Maya's insistence. She lay back against the pillows. Maya climbed on beside her and kissed her deeply while Cory stood at the foot of the bed watching.

"Join us," Riley said between kisses. Cory climbed onto the bed. He positioned himself behind Maya, his hands on her hips, his cock pressing against her lower back. Maya moaned into Riley's mouth. Riley reached down and unclasped Maya's bra, pulling it away, revealing her breasts. 34C, perfect, the nipples already hard.

Riley took one in her mouth. She sucked gently while Maya arched into her. Cory's hands moved from Maya's hips to her breasts, cupping them from behind, his thumbs circling her nipples. Maya was making sounds now, soft urgent sounds that Riley knew well.

Riley's own bra came off next. Cory reached around Maya and cupped Riley's breast, his hand warm and rough. She gasped. His thumb found her nipple and pressed. She gasped again.

"You're beautiful," Cory said to her. "Both of you. This is" "Less talking," Maya said, turning to kiss him. The three of them rearranged. Maya lay on her back. Riley straddled her face, facing Cory. Maya's tongue found Riley's pussy immediately, hot and wet and precise. Riley gasped and grabbed the headboard. In front of her, Cory knelt between Maya's legs and lowered his mouth to her.

The sensation was overwhelming. Maya's tongue on Riley's clit, Cory's mouth on Maya, the sounds of all three of them breathing and moaning in the quiet hotel room. Riley looked down and watched Cory's head between Maya's thighs, his curly hair brushing her skin, his hands gripping her hips. Maya was eating Riley with the kind of focused intensity that always made her lose her mind.

Riley came first. She tried to warn them but the words wouldn't form. Her body tensed, her thighs clenched around Maya's head, and the orgasm hit her in waves. Maya didn't stop. She kept licking, slower now, drawing it out, until Riley had to pull away because the sensitivity was too much.

Riley climbed off and collapsed beside Maya, breathing hard. Cory lifted his head from between Maya's legs. His chin was wet. He was smiling. "My turn," Maya said.

She pushed Cory onto his back and straddled him. Riley watched as Maya reached down and guided his cock inside her. The sound Maya made was something between a gasp and a growl. Cory's hands gripped her waist as she began to move.

Riley watched for a moment, catching her breath, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm still buzzing through her. Then she moved closer. She kissed Cory while Maya rode him. His mouth was hungry. His tongue found hers and they kissed like they'd been waiting for this for a long time.

Maya was moving faster now. Her hips rolled in a rhythm that Riley knew by heart. Riley broke the kiss and moved behind Maya, pressing her body against her wife's back. She reached around and cupped Maya's breasts, pinching her nipples, kissing her neck.

"I'm close," Maya whispered. "Let go," Riley said in her ear. Maya came with a cry that echoed off the hotel walls. Her body shook. Cory held her hips and thrust up into her, deeper, harder. Riley felt every tremor through Maya's back.

When Maya finally stilled, she lifted herself off Cory and lay down between him and Riley. All three of them were breathing hard. The sheets were tangled. The room smelled like sex and sweat. Cory was still hard. Riley looked down at his cock, glistening with Maya's wetness, and felt a pulse of want that surprised her with its intensity.

She moved down the bed. She took him in her mouth. He groaned. She tasted Maya on him, salty and sweet, and the intimacy of it made her head spin. She worked him with her mouth, one hand wrapped around the base, the other on his thigh. Maya watched, propped up on one elbow, her blue eyes heavy-lidded. "That's so hot," Maya said.

Riley sucked harder. Cory's hand found her hair. He didn't push. He just held on. She could feel him getting closer. His thighs tensed. His breathing changed. "I'm going to." Riley didn't pull back. She took him deeper and he came in her mouth, hot and thick. She swallowed and kept going until he was spent, until he gently pulled her back up to lay between them.

The three of them lay there in the quiet. The city lights poured through the window. Somewhere below, a car horn honked. The world continued without them. Cory was the first to speak. "So," he said. "The weekend." "The weekend," Maya repeated.

Riley laughed. It started small and grew until all three of them were laughing, naked in a hotel bed, the kind of laughter that comes from joy and absurdity and the relief of finally doing something you've been thinking about for too long, although is was only a month ago that New Cory had taken charge of them.

"Room service?" Riley asked. "Breakfast in bed," Cory said. "All three mornings." "Make it four," Maya said. "I'm extending this to Monday."
Cory propped himself up. "You can do that?" Maya looked at Riley. Riley looked at Maya. They both looked at Cory.

"We just did what we did," Riley said. "I think we can manage a long weekend." Cory lay back and stared at the ceiling. "This is the best decision I've made since I decided to evolve." Maya patted his chest. "You're a quick learner."

Riley nestled between them, her head on Cory's shoulder, her hand on Maya's hip. The white sheets were a mess. The champagne was still half-finished in the other room. The night wasn't over, and the weekend was just beginning.

"Same time next month?" Maya asked. Cory laughed. "Topanga's got another conference in October." "Then we'll be here," Riley said. She closed her eyes. Maya's fingers traced lazy patterns on her stomach.

Cory's heartbeat was steady under her ear. The New Cory had figured something out that the old Cory never could. That sometimes the best way to celebrate success was to stop planning and start living. And if that living happened to involve a hotel suite, two king beds, and a weekend with no rules, well, that was just the universe rewarding good work.

The AIT Gazette was going to need a third volume. Riley was already thinking about the stories they'd tell. But that was Monday's problem. Tonight was about the three of them, the city lights, and the particular kind of happiness that comes from being exactly where you want to be with exactly who you want to be with.

Maya kissed Riley's shoulder one more time. Cory pulled them both closer.
Nobody slept in separate bedrooms that night. Or the whole weekend.