….I am not going to even try and make up an excuse for why I haven't updated. Yeah, I'm really busy with school and all that, but I still could have updated. All I can say is sorrryyyy! Procrastination is just in my blood and it applies to all aspects of my life, not just school hahah. I literally haven't logged on in since my last update, so it's not like I was just ignoring you:(

My only excuse is that I'm lazy:p

And to answer somebody's question, no I do not have a twitter. I made one once a few years ago, and was like wow this is pointless DELETE. Lol

I also have a few more stories in mind, which is another reason why I'm going to start updating again. Gahhhh. My brain never stops working; my body is just too lazy to fulfill its wishes haha.

And just a disclaimer: For those of you who have heard that senior year is a joke and its so easy: THOSE PEOPLE ARE LIARS! GAHHH I had more work my first two weeks of school than I think I had in all 9-11. It's settled down a little, but mostly because I just don't do my work. And I'm still top 10% of my class. That, my friends, is a natural genius:)

6:02 pm

I knocked on my lover's door with a bouquet of roses hidden behind my back. A smirk grew on my face as I imagined her punishment for me being "late." Miley had to have everything her way, and got feisty when it wasn't; which is why I loved not doing things her way;). Even if it was something as minuscule as arriving to her house one minute past her instructed time.

I heard her footsteps approach the door, and I quickly checked my breath to see if it smelled….Nope. Fresh as the 15 tic-tacs I popped in the past 5 minutes. She opened the door quickly, and my smile was replaced with a look of confusion.

Miley stood in the doorway with wide eyes, shaking her head back and forth, and pointing her thumb rapidly backwards towards her boobs. My eyes shifted down towards her boobs and searched for some sort of kinky new game she was playing with me. But they hastily shifted behind her head as the sound of a male voice sounded throughout her house.

"Who's at the door, babe?"

Jake. Jake was home still.

Wait.

Jake was home?

I shot Miley a questioning glance as I chucked the roses into a nearby bush. My mind was racing with why he was still here, and of an excuse as to why I was here.

"It's just Nicky-Nicholas Grey, honey. He said he wanted to catch you before you left." (I don't know if I gave Nick a last name. I know he has one in my other two stories, but I don't know about this one lol. If I did, its overridden and now Grey. It will most likely change the next time I write something hahah) Miley twisted her head around and yelled back into the house, promptly catching her slip-up so that it was hardly noticeable. She turned back around to face me and shot an apologetic glance.

"Well you must have told him that I canceled my trip, didn't you love?" Jake approached Miley from behind, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

Miley pulled away and glanced at me before looking in his eyes, her lips still lingering over his. "I was just getting there, honey. You didn't let me finish!" She fake whined and playfully slapped his chest. If I hadn't known any better, I would have totally believed that Miley was the best wife a man could have-well, actually, she could be. Just not for him; for me.

He chuckled and pulled away from her, securely wrapping one arm around her. "I'm sure you were about to, you're always on top of the ball," he said playfully. She giggled and snuggled into his chest for affection, but looked to me and mouthed: I'm always on top of your ball *wink.* She loves to torture me, yet I'm the one who can't stay away.

Taking his free hand and offering it out to me, Jake finally acknowledged my presence. "And to what do I owe you this pleasure, Nick?"

Oh, shit…right. Husband not going on business trip, boyfriend number two caught in the act. What had Miley said before? Something about…something about…shit Miley never said anything to help me out of this situation. Damn it Miles, help your fuck buddy out, will yah?

And as if she was reading my thoughts, Miley opened her mouth to speak. "Okay, okay. You caught us, Jakey. I asked Mr. Grey to stop by" What? What the fuck? What. The. Fuck. What the fuck! What the fuck? My eyes grew wide as I stared at Miley. I wanted her to come to my rescue, not expose us! I think my heart rate just sped up to a million beats a minute, and I may have started sweating bullets.

Jake looked down at her questioningly, and Miley looked into his eyes while pouting. "I asked Mr. Grey to stop by, so that we could plan your birthday in the office," Miley said in a baby voice. And this is why I love her. It's also the reason why we've never been caught yet. You see, I am absolutely horrendous at lying- its why I'm a paralegal, not a lawyer- but Miley, Miley could write screenplays with some of the schemes she comes up with.

I might suck at quick thinking, but once Miley gets a lie started, I'm all over it, as well. "Mrs. Ryan! Now it's not a surprise anymore," I "accused" her.

She turned towards me, gave me a fake apologetic look, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Grey! I'm not good at lying, and it was the first thing that came to my mind." She pretended to be distraught and looked down at her feet while wrapping her arms around Jake's waist. "I sorry for trying to lie to you, Jakey," she pouted and looked back up to him, "but your birthday is in a few weeks, and I wanted to make it perfect for you. I'm sorry." Heck, I think if I was Jake, I would believe her to. That girl is so conniving, its insane.

As soon as Jake looked into her eyes, I knew he fell for it. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, and rested his chin on top of her head. "Aww, it's okay, honey. I know you're not that good at keeping secrets, so its best that it came out now, instead of closer to the party. That way, I have no expectations for the party. Now I know ones happening, but I know no details, so you can go all out!" He pulled away and grinned at her.

First off, if only you knew how good of a liar she really is Jake. She's been lying to you practically your whole relationship, which I'm only a small part of. And second…fuck. Now we have to plan an actually party for his birthday, and it has to be amazing…I don't even know when Jake's birthday is!

Oh well, at least that means I get to spend more time with Mrs. Ryan to "plan the party," and Jake's birthday sex is going to be so much better for me, since she's going to have to step his up more.

Oh. She definitely planned this on purpose. What a nefarious little deviant (I just took a 60 word vocab quiz this week. I'll be damned if I don't use those words at least once in my lifetime hahah. nefarious=wicked for those of you who don't know).

I wiped some popcorn crumbs off my clothes and paused the movie I was watching after I heard someone ring my doorbell. I lifted myself up and checked my watch as I made my way towards the door. I groaned: 11:21 pm (that's actually what time it is right now for me haha). Who rings your doorbell at 11:21 pm these days? I'm gonna be so pissed if its another little girl scout asking me to buy cookies.

I sighed and swung my door open. "Don't you know its-oh. Well you can be here anytime you want," I wiggled my eyebrows at Miley as soon as I noticed it was her.

Without a word, Miley pushed me into my house and closed the door with her foot. She spun me around and pushed my back into the door, slipping her coat off her shoulders and then jumping up to wrap her legs around my waist. "Jake thinks Hannah is having fiancé problems: we have about two to three hours. Oh God, I need you Nick." She gushed out before attacking my neck with her mouth. I looooove Miley's unstable sister right now. Almost as much as I love Miley.

I grabbed Miley's ass to support her weight and turned us around so her back was now slammed into my door. I attacked her lips with my own, only to be separated because she urgently lifted my shirt over my head. I used this to move my lips to her neck and ground my lower half against her.

"Oh fuuuuuck, Nicky. Stop teasing me and get right to it." She leaned her head back against the door and pulled my curls.

I chuckled into her neck as I slid her shirt over her head then moved my lips back to her shoulder.

"Fuck you, Nick," she moaned out as I continued to gyrate myself against her.

"No, you fuck me, baby," I winked at her.

"I'm trying you won't fucking let me!" She screamed out in angst.

I chucked again and began moving over towards my coach. "And to think, just two minutes ago I was sitting here moping about how Jake decided to stay home," I said as I placed her on it.

"Trust me baby, I know," she said as she pulled me down on top of her and brought my lips up to hers. She slid her tongue into my mouth the same time that she slid her hands into my boxers.

I tried to make it as long as possible to make up for not posting. It would have been longer, but I have a game tomorrow, so I need to get a good night's sleep, and I just wanted to get this out as soon as possible.

Hope you forgive me guys:/