Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 112
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 112 - 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 Where Life Is Idyllic
A R I E L L E
Today is beach day.
Nate and I made plans to head to the private beach attached to the property where we’ve been staying. I’m currently laying in the sun, stretched out on a towel observing Nate as he enjoys the water.
As the sun warms my skin, I can’t help but think about how nice this has been. I don’t think it’s possible to be happier than I am at this moment. I have drinks, I’m relaxed, with Nate and I really couldn’t ask for much more.
Although, I do miss Storm.
Chase has been giving me photo updates and it’s only making me miss him even more. In Nate ‘s absence, I found that I got rather attached to him. I didn’t realize it until we left. After a day, I already missed him.
Greece was a nice vacation. I think the best part of it—scratch that, the best part of it—was the fact that Nate and I reunited for good. He finally opened up to me about what everything was like for him and I’ve begun doing the same.
Telling him about the pregnancy thing—about seeing that pregnant woman and losing my absolute shit—was hard as fuck. When it first happened, I felt embarrassed about the entire thing. I felt weird as fuck that it’d even happened. Explaining it to people has been worse because I feel like most people won’t understand what was going through my mind or why I reacted the way I did.
I can’t begin to describe how good it feels to be back with Nate and for shit to be normal again. I finally feel like I’m safe again. Like I’m home.
We have about another day and a half here and then we have to go to our actual home. For once, I’m excited to go back. I’m enjoying my time here, but the fact that we’re going home to a normal life is the reason why I’m antsy to get back.
It was only last night that Nate informed me that Ezra now has a permanent disability. He’s almost entirely paralyzed and can only communicate with the movement of a finger.
When I’d heard of his poisoning and of him having to deal with the residual effects of some chronic symptoms, I honestly thought that was enough. I knew he’d have to accept the fact that his illness was brought on by his own selfishness. If he wouldn’t have cheated on Vivien, I don’t think she would’ve ever done anything to him.
I never thought Vivien was capable of love. However, I’ve been mulling over her actions after learning of the affair and I’ve since changed my mind. I think if she wasn’t in love with Ezra, she wouldn’t have done something so serious in an act of passion.
She loved Ezra. Enough to kill.
She was capable of love. She just never loved me.
It scares me a bit to think that my half-brother is capable of such violence, especially to people who are of his own blood. Ever since the day when Nate revealed the plan to me and Langley came forward to admit to being my brother, I’ve sincerely thought about getting to know him.
I actually figured that within maybe a year or two, I’d reach out and get to know him. I wanted to wait until some of the wounds had healed, for both him and I. I figured it would take him some time to find his footing again after essentially losing both of his parents and the entire life he knew. I didn’t want to rush anything. I wanted it to come naturally.
Considering how he was when he spoke with me and knowing that he was sneaking behind Ezra’s back to steal every dollar they’d ever earned together has me extremely distrustful, obviously.
Even more so because he went and shot Ezra.
I mean, I’m not naïve. I know he’s been exposed to a great deal of violence throughout his life—fuck, he was raised by two psychopaths—and Nate ‘s told me stories from when they worked together, but I guess I just hoped he’d turn the trauma into something good. He honestly didn’t seem completely tainted by evil when I’d met with him. There seemed to be an ounce of good that I prayed would rise above.
I sit up, observing Nate look like the sexiest thing to have ever been created as he leaves the water, walking up the beach towards me. As he nears, I reach a hand back and undo the string to my bikini, pulling it away from my body.
Nate wets his lips when he sees my bare chest and when he’s right in front of me, he leans over to give me a kiss. “Can you put sunscreen on my back?” I hand him the bottle, caressing his beard—drops of water running off his chiseled body and onto mine—and give him another lingering kiss.
I twist, laying my naked chest to the towel, relaxing. I feel Nate ‘s eyes admiring the exposed skin and then I hear the lid pop off the sunscreen. He starts at my shoulders, large hands smoothing the cream into my skin.
As he travels lower, I’ll admit, it turns me on. My back has always been an area of my body that’s sensitive to touch, especially his.
I thought the sun today was hot, but his hands against my bare skin is fucking scorching.
Eventually, he reaches my ass and I feel him rub his palm over my flesh before he spanks me. “Nate!” I roll slightly to scold him because it hurts more than usual. I quickly find it’s because he used a bit of extra sunscreen to create that added bit of transfer of heat and pain.
He doesn’t seem at all ashamed, wearing a smirk on his face as he continues spreading the lotion on my ass and then down my legs.
When he’s done, he reapplies some to his arms after having had his swim and then settles on the towel beside me. I admire the view as he stretches, muscles flexing tantalizingly as he does so.
How does he manage to look so attractive doing the simplest things?
I adjust my position on my towel, relaxing under the hot sun. It feels wonderful where it warms at my skin and it’s more than needed. It just feels so fucking good to be able to relax like this without worrying about shit.
I still can’t believe Chase is engaged. That morning, he’d pulled me aside and showed me a ring and I nearly shit my pants.
In the time I’ve known Chase, he’s never been the monogamous, settle-down type. But neither have I. We both used to party lots—drinking, racing, and taking home women. Or in my case, also men. It depended on my mood that night.
Everything was always consensual, of course, but we still fucked around a lot.
By the time I’d met Nate, I’d slowed down substantially. I think part of it was because of the reputation I knew I was getting. I’d screwed one too many people and rumours started to spread that the only reason I was winning races was because I’d fucked so and so. People legitimately thought that because I’d fucked someone—or allowed someone to fuck me—that it was granting me favours. That other drivers were purposefully allowing me to win shit.
And naturally, it pissed me the fuck off.
Did I sleep with plenty of people? I guess it depends on what you’d consider as a lot, but even if I did, why the fuck does it matter? It’s nobody’s business but my own. And it had absolutely nothing to do with my skills behind the wheel of my car.
When Nate had repeated that accusation to me on the first time we’d raced, it was likely the third or fourth time I’d heard it that month. It didn’t necessarily mean anything serious to me at the time—because I’d hear it so often—but my feelings towards Nate intensified rather quickly. I didn’t realize it then, but we established some form of relationship after fucking twice.
That’s when the words he’d uttered to me began to sting. I knew he was better than to believe something like that. To think of a woman in a way that makes her less than.
I know he’s learned from that. He feels terrible that he’d ever uttered the words to me, but I don’t want to hold that against him. He was sincere in his apology and he’s shown growth. He’s human. He’s allowed to make mistakes. What matters is that he takes the error and turns it into good.
As for Chase, when Nate and I had first met, he hadn’t slowed down. He was still regularly sleeping with multiple women each week. I can remember going shopping with him and buying an insane amount of condoms and the morning after pill, but that was Chase. That’s just always who I’ve known him to be.
In all honesty, I wasn’t terribly different. It’s one of the many reasons we’re basically adopted siblings.
When Chase met Zara, I noticed the difference. Normally, he wouldn’t come home too often, but he began to spend a bit more time at home without bringing home a stranger to fuck against his shower wall—which I could hear in my room. He began to bring Zara over and they’d watch movies or play a board game. He became somewhat domestic, in a sense.
He’s never really kept a girl around for often, so by the time Zara had been hanging around us for more than six months, I knew he was serious about her. I think she’s actually his first real relationship.
It’s hard for me to imagine that he’s going to get married. That—as his best woman—I’ll stand beside him as he utters his vows and promises his life to her. I know Chase and Zara both will be wonderful parents when that time comes around, it’s just hard for me to put myself in the mindset of Chase having to be a responsible husband and parent.
The man won’t even make a phone call to the doctor for his yearly checkup.
But, I suppose it’s going to happen one day. I’ve had discussions with them before and I’m aware of the fact that they both want to settle and have a family.
I’m not quite sure where this whole predicament places me, however. Chase and I have lived together for years and it’s a bit weird to think of moving out and putting that distance between us. He’s more than my best friend. He’s my brother and the space scares me a bit, I can’t lie. I don’t want us to drift.
I’m not sure if Chase is going to want to stay in the house with Zara, or move out with her to a new place. We have to have that discussion when we get back because if I’m the one moving out, I’ll have to start doing my research.
It makes me wonder if Nate and I will move in together. I know he’s been having renovations done on his place—after Ezra had it trashed—but would he want to move out of it? I’ve always felt like he bought the house with the initial want for it to be a forever type of home.
Or, at least until he had children.
Although, there is the space to have two children live there in their own rooms.
Would he want me to move in with him? Is it too soon?
I get that we’ve known each other for—what is it?—years now. I think it’s years? I’m not even sure. Whatever the exact number is, I feel like I’ve known him and loved him through multiple lifetimes. Through more than one plot. Like we’ve experienced enough for someone to write entire books about us.
What I’m saying, is that I don’t believe it would be too soon. Even though we’ve only just gotten back together, we were never truly apart. In our separated time, we’d never actually broken up. We’d never actively sought out anyone else—if you excuse my lapse with Najjad—and we got back together almost instantly in our reunion.
If Nate proposed to me tomorrow, I’d say yes. If he asked me to move in with him two days later, I’d say yes.