Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 111
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 111 - Arielle Hawthorne lives for illegal street racing. Fast cars, high stakes, no attachments. Nate Carter races the same streets with reckless swagger and infuriating charm. Rivals by choice and partners by necessity, they’re forced together as rival crews and the police close in. Their chemistry is dangerous, their trust fragile, and falling for each other may be the riskiest move of all.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Body Modification Violence
The One In Anguilla
NATE
I observe Arielle as she rides a bit in front of me, her horse galloping along the side of the beach. She seems effortlessly good at this, which is all the more surprising when I learned that she’s never been around horses before this.
I guess Vivien didn’t offer Arielle the same sorts of luxuries that Langley was afforded. It seems pretty normal for someone to have been around a horse at some point, even if it’s just at a petting zoo or something.
It doesn’t matter now, we’re here and we’re enjoying the beautiful weather. Actually, it’s hot as fuck and I can’t wait until this part of the day is over because the next thing we’re doing is snorkeling. I could use a swim to cool down. I’m used to Miami heat, but I’m still fucking dying here.
I guess at least I’ll go home with a good tan.
Arielle’s hair billows out behind her and I fight against my horse as it attempts to go off course. It’s been like this ever since I sat myself on her back. She doesn’t seem to want to work with me and Arielle has found it more than amusing.
When she sees that I’m trailing behind again because my horse is beginning to wander up the hill, she turns around. With little effort, she manages to urge me to follow her and then she somehow leads us towards the ocean.
As we go deeper, eventually, I can feel the cool water hit my feet and it’s so fucking refreshing that I reach down to splash my hand in it, bringing it up to the back of my neck to bring my internal temperature down.
She leads me down the beach to where we’re scheduled to return the horses and begin snorkeling. It’s fucking effortless for her and it amazes me how she’s miraculously good at everything she puts her mind to.
We meet up with the people we got the horses from and they take them off to the next people who will ride them. I gather the snorkeling gear from a nearby container and glance at the water in an attempt to see if I can notice any sea life.
As Arielle undresses, I quickly realize that she must’ve packed an entire ensemble of bathing suits specifically designed to torment me. It’s also possible that everything she wears is so stunning on her body that it draws me to her anyways.
Because it honestly doesn’t matter what she wears, she’s still the only woman in every room that my eyes find.
Arielle still somehow manages to look beautiful. Even while wearing flippers, goggles and a snorkel, which would make anybody look ridiculous.
She approaches me, a smile on her face as she reaches for the goggles on my head. She gently pulls them down and over my eyes, giggling as she secures them to my skin. “You look cute,” she mutters before she yanks her own goggles down, sauntering away from me as she begins to step into the water.
I follow behind, admiring her ass right up until she pushes forward into the depths of the water. I tuck the snorkel into my mouth, ensuring I don’t have any leaks along the sides of my equipment and dive into the water.
Arielle instantly touches my arm to get my attention, pointing off towards a small reef in front of us. Together, we swim towards it, admiring the tiny fish that meander around us.
There’s something about the bottom of the ocean that’s always fascinated me. Knowing that majority of it is still unexplored after all of this time, it’s an intriguing thought to imagine what might lie in the depths of it.
Sea life is colourful and some of it is kind of weird, but I like that. It’s almost as if it feels less tainted than the wildlife we see on land. Humans haven’t interfered as much with the creatures that live deep in the water in comparison to land.
Although, perhaps that isn’t entirely true considering we pollute it daily.
When Arielle and I near the reef, we both still, waiting for something to happen. It only takes maybe a minute and then Arielle brushes my arm in surprise as a gigantic turtle ascends from the deepest part. It swims effortlessly around other tiny sea life, and some pink-coloured coral.
Arielle looks at me, her eyes wide in surprise and excitement.
She attempts to swim towards it, but I grip her wrist in worry, stopping her. Not only do I not want to disturb any of the creatures or their home, but we don’t know what the turtle could do. It’s a wild animal, it isn’t used to humans coming so close to where it frequents. We also have no idea if something more sinister could be hiding amongst the various plants and coral that has its roots in the sand below us.
However, Arielle isn’t one to necessarily listen to anybody else and she manages to sneak away from me and towards the turtle. She gets within reaching distance, but the creature turns at the last minute and takes off.
I begin to head to her and pull her to safety when a massive school of colourful fish surround her, traveling in a circle around her before they head off. It’s like a moment straight out of a movie and I can see how much it excites Arielle because she surfaces when I do, and her snorkel falls out of her mouth because she’s smiling so wide.
Getting back to the house, I’m both hungry and a bit spent. I want nothing more than to have a good dinner and chill for a few hours before Arielle falls asleep in my arms.
When my phone rings, I glance down at the device to see who’s calling. QuickDraw flashes across the screen and I quickly press the ignore button. Arielle continues deeper in the house, immediately heading for the master bedroom.
I make it three steps before my phone rings again. I can’t explain why, but seeing Hayes’ nickname on the screen again causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. I can instantly tell that something isn’t right.
He knows I’m on vacation. He’s aware of the fact that Arielle and I decided to detour on our own mini holiday for an extra few days. He wouldn’t be calling unless something was up.
Answering, I press it to my ear and head out for the daybed where I sit on the edge of it. “Hayes, what’s up, mate?”
“I’m sorry to bother you guys. I hope you’re having a good time.”
“Did something happen?”
“You could say that,” he answers, pausing. “Nate —where do I start?” He sighs and I can hear that he’s stressed. What the fuck happened since we’ve been gone?
“Start at the beginning,” I suggest.
There’s about half a minute of quiet. “Langley essentially went rogue.”
“What do you mean?” I understand the basics of it—he went against us—but in what way? Did he do something to harm us?
“I guess he couldn’t leave things the way it was. He’d told us that he’d turned a new leaf, that he was going to turn things around and do better to make up for the things he did alongside Ezra.”
He ensured us that he was done with Ezra and his business. That, seeing his mother die at the hands of his father made him realize the evil that he’d been surrounded by his entire life.
“I don’t know what he was thinking, but he went to Ezra’s and he shot him.”
Maybe in another world the news of that would surprise me, but it doesn’t. I’ve always maintained that we don’t know Langley or Ezra as well as we seem to think we do. We only understand the parts of themselves that they allow us to witness.
When we’d met with him, it was only for a short amount of time, but I could sense even then that he was struggling and fuck, why wouldn’t he be? He’d not only just lost his mother to an extreme act of very personal violence, but he found her body and she was murdered by his father. To add to it, I truly believe that was the moment he finally began to comprehend that his life—the world he was raised in—isn’t normal or healthy. He was blind before that because he hadn’t known anything else and nobody had cared to show him.
I did have hopes that we could help him turn his life around, but I guess we weren’t quick enough. I honestly thought he needed some time to digest everything that happened.
The thing is, I spent quite a bit of time alongside Langley, so I know some of what he’s capable of. I’ve never doubted that he can easily kill someone without any remorse—hell, I’ve seen it with my own eyes—but I would assume his father would be different. I mean, despite anything he may have done to Langley over the years, that was still his father.
Although, maybe I think of it that way because I have a completely different experience growing up versus what he does. My family, although broken up, has always been loving. Maybe not always super supportive of what I do, but they still love and adore me nonetheless.
Langley was raised in an environment of hate and poison.
Pun not intended.
I can’t possibly begin to understand what that was like. I’ll never know.
He never spoke to me about it, either.
Not that I expected him to—it’s not as if we were super close—but I was very close to that family for a few weeks and I still never got to really see who they were. Everything was a façade, perfectly designed to make sure nobody would get their hands on the family secrets.
I had suspicions of shit that went on behind closed doors. The shit I did see was already dark and depraved as it was, never mind what I didn’t see. However, there was never any solid evidence.
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah,” he replies. “But Ezra survived.”
Jesus fucking Christ, the dude is a fucking cockroach. He literally will not die.
“I don’t know if it was a lucky shot or precision and planning, but Langley ended up shooting him in a place that completely paralyzed him. This happened about a week ago, but it sounds like he’s completely unable to communicate other than tapping his finger.”
“Fuck—” I mutter, not really sure what to say to that.
It makes me happy as fuck to know that Ezra is suffering for the remainder of his life, absolutely. He was already going to agonize with his symptoms from the poisoning forever from what I was told—shit like chronic pain, migraines, and loss of feeling—but now he’s completely immobile? Unable to move anything but a tiny portion of his hand? The man won’t be able to feed himself. He’ll be forced to rely on the goodness of others to take care of him.
“There’s three other things, Nate.”
“Which are?”
“Rewind a bit—” I furrow my eyebrows as he begins. “I know I’ve been a bit distant ever since we told Arielle about everything. The reason is ‘cause of Langley. We’d made an agreement to try to further take down Ezra together.”
“And why’d you keep it from me? It doesn’t bother me.” It really doesn’t. What we ended up doing to Ezra initially was enough for me. He was taken down several pegs and I didn’t think he’d attempt anything on us. I mean, yeah, there was a tiny part that worried he might, but I thought the chance was very slim.
“You went through so much with everything and you’ve gone back to being yourself since reuniting with Arielle. The two of you didn’t need this bullshit on your plate. Besides, technically, I can’t tell you ‘cause it was an open case and Langley had become an informant.”
He has a point.
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