Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 125
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 125 - 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 With A Lightning Storm
NATE
Tonight, my Mum and stepdad are throwing a massive belated party for my birthday. I think they’ve rented out some gala-like space, invited a few people, and have ordered fancy catering and everything. It’s over the top—and therefore, far out of the realm of what I like—but I understand that this is how Elijah does shit. He doesn’t do things small. Rich people like him tend to constantly be jerking themselves off, making visual statements that show how much money they have.
I’m thankful for what they’re doing for me tonight. However, I do wish they would’ve done what I’d like and have something small with just the family. It is what it is, though.
They wanted to do the big party on my actual birthday, but I asked them to push it back. With Arissa being born, I didn’t want to put any pressure on Chase and Zara. They’re enjoying the current stage of parenthood, so I asked Mum to give me a few weeks.
She seemed hesitant at first, but eventually, she relented.
There’s another thing happening tonight, and it has me extra nervous. I’m going to finally propose to Arielle tonight. Before we leave for this party, I’m going to be engaged to the most incredible woman I’ve ever met and I’m both excited and terrified.
I know she’ll say yes, but I’m still scared. I want this to be perfect. I’ve been planning it for weeks, so it’ll be super disappointing if it doesn’t go as I have pictured.
Fuck, I’ve been planning this for somewhere over a year now.
I’ve thought of all sorts of plans. Originally, I was going to do it simple, but it seemed that the more barriers that Ezra put up against us, the more it made me want to do something over the top and special. However, I started to get in my head a bit.
The more time I had to think it over—especially in prison, where I went crazy obsessing and scheming how to propose—the more I ended up believing that Arielle wouldn’t want something ostentatious.
I’ve never been a fan of seeing people propose to their partners in public spectacles. I’ve always thought it put weird and unnecessary pressure on the person being proposed to. With that in mind, I’d instantly scratched that idea off the list.
However, once Storm and Arissa came into our lives and became super important to us, I knew I wanted both of them to be involved.
To Mauna’s defense, she only entered our lives a couple weeks ago, so I’d made this plan more with Storm in mind.
At first, I waited a while to propose because it was Chase and Zara’s time, and I didn’t want to steal their thunder. It got to the point where they had so many things going on, that I decided to just wait it all out.
When Chase and Zara revealed they were pregnant and excitedly chatted about Arielle becoming an aunt, I decided that I wanted the newborn to be a part of it. It took me a couple weeks to figure it out. Arissa is only four weeks old so it’s not as if I could have her carry the ring to her aunt, and there’s no fucking way I’m going to wait until she’s old enough to do so.
That being said, I’m doing what I believe is sort of the extent to which I’m able to safely include Arissa in the proposal.
I’ve somehow managed to teach Storm to carry things for me—specifically, he’s going to carry something the ring will be attached to.
What I’ve planned is I’m going to borrow one of Arissa’s pacifiers that has a cord attached to it and I’m going to use the clip part on the corded area to secure the engagement ring to it. Chase and Zara are already at my house, in their dressy outfits and at the moment, Arissa is bundled up in her car seat, positioned on our sofa until we’re ready to leave.
I’m going to feign that Arissa has lost her binky and ask Arielle to find it. In the process of her attempting to find it, I’ll pass it to Storm and he should—hopefully, I pray he does as I’ve taught him—carry it straight to the sofa where Arielle will find him holding it and therefore, find the ring. By the time that happens, I plan to get down on one knee in my suit to demand she marry me.
Not ask. Demand. I’m still going with that option.
It’ll be extra special to be able to go to my birthday party with Arielle looking not only ravishing as always, but with the specially chosen engagement ring I’ve gotten her. That’ll be better than any gift anyone could ever give to me.
I’ve wanted this for so fucking long that it doesn’t feel real that the time is finally here. I’ve replayed it over and over in my head, hundreds of times, but there’s absolutely no way that I can possibly predict what will happen when I ask her.
I’m just happy that there’s nothing Ezra can do to stop it. It seemed as though that was the biggest thing he was trying to prevent from happening between Arielle and I—he didn’t want me to be her husband. He didn’t want me as part of their fucked up family.
I still haven’t quite figured out why though. Since I’ve known Arielle, she hasn’t strictly dated me. She also dated James. She also kind of—I don’t consider it and I don’t believe she does either—dated Hayes.
When she was sleeping with Hayes and had gone on a couple dates with him, I don’t think Ezra fucking blinked at it. Which I’ve always found incredibly weird. I would’ve thought that he wouldn’t be alright with her dating a cop. Considering what he’s always done as a career choice, why would he want a cop potentially sniffing around? How did he know that Hayes wasn’t only pursuing Arielle to get closer to him?
The thing is, Hayes only originally showed interest in Arielle because he was trying to dig up dirt on Arielle and on her fellow racers, like me.
Safe to say, he definitely underestimated her.
But then, Arielle actually dated James. They seemed to get on quite well and there was a time when I was worried that she might fall in love with him. I notice certain aspects in him that are similar to me, so I can see why she gravitated towards him. He’s a good guy and I’ve never had any issue with him.
Why didn’t Ezra have a problem with him? Why was it only me?
It’s almost as if he knew that Arielle and I are soulmates. That, no matter what was thrown at us, we’d always find our way back to one another’s arms.
He was doing his best to crack that.
I don’t know why. Perhaps he was jealous. Perhaps he just didn’t like me. It’s possible he’d gone fucking mad. I don’t know, you really can’t try to decipher the mind of a psychopath. He does whatever the fuck he wants and almost never deals with any consequences simply because he has money.
Well, I guess that should be past tense now. He is pretty well incapacitated for the rest of his life.
It still pisses me off that he’s done God knows what with the first engagement ring I’d had made. Only because he shouldn’t ever have access to anything that once has or currently does represent the love I have for Arielle.
I guess at least he can’t even hold it himself.
I glance down at the engagement ring I’ve chosen for Arielle, praying that she’ll like it as much as I do. I believe she will, but I can’t help the neurotic thoughts. This is a huge thing, it must be perfect for her.
I’m nervous and anxious, which is causing my hands to sweat a bit. I wipe them against my dress slacks, fiddling with my collar. While Arielle is still getting ready and I’m left alone with Arissa, I rifle through the bag they keep all her things in, finding a binky with a cord attached.
Discreetly—careful to not make much noise—I clip the engagement ring to it and then call Storm into the room so he’s nearby. It’s perfect timing, because Arielle’s done getting ready.
Quickly, I tuck away the binky and ring into my pocket before she’s able to see it, lucky that she’s distracted by carefully walking so as to not trip on her dress.
When I’m finally able to take in what she’s wearing, I nearly swallow my fucking tongue. It’s a long gown, filled with sparkles. It’s a nude-type colour, with thin straps, a deep V in the bust, a high slit in the thigh, and cut outs on either side of her torso, exposing her ribs.
With her hair down in soft waves, a few pieces of jewelry, tall, sparkly heels, and minimal makeup, she looks fucking stunning. She always does, though. In every single thing she wears.
“You look striking, my love,” I inform her as she approaches, and I step to her to close the distance and give her a gentle kiss. It helps calm my nerves slightly, but they were already so high to begin with that it really isn’t noticeable.
“You look handsome,” she assures me, smoothing her palm over my chest to straighten my thin tie.
“Is everyone ready to go?”
“Just about. Zara’s finishing up her makeup.”
“I’ll get my shoes on then.” That’s my cue and I move to sit on the chaise, slipping my feet into my dress shoes. As I begin to leisurely tie up the laces, I lift my head to glance at Arielle. “Angel?” I call out for her, and she hums in response because she’s having a drink. “I just noticed, Arissa’s lost her binky. She must’ve dropped it.”
“Oh, shit,” she puts her glass down. “I’ll find it before she wakes and throws a fit.”
She gracefully saunters over in her gown as I feign that I’m continuing to fix my laces. However, I grab Storm’s attention as Arielle is delicately rifling through Arissa’s blankets in such a manner so as to not disturb her slumber.
I give Storm the cord to the binky, and he bites it between his teeth. For a moment, he pauses and I desperately—while staying silent—wave my arm and mouth at him, directing him to the sofa. While I’m trying my best to send him her way, she’s checking around the car seat.
I take one of Storm’s toys and toss it near the coffee table and he finally takes that as his cue, and he follows it. My heart begins pounding in my chest, blood rushing in my ears as he leaps up onto the cushion.
I wait with bated breath for her to see the cat. It takes her a moment, because she’s searching under the pillow beside Arissa’s car seat, but then she smiles at Storm. “What’ve you—Storm!” She laughs and I stand, approaching her from behind where she’s unable to see me. “Where’d you get that?”
Arielle takes the binky from the kitten and then there’s a gasp and silence.
I get down on my single knee, taking a controlled breath as she spins. When she’s facing me, her hands are gently trembling, her mouth open in shock as she stares down at me.
My throat swells. This is it. It’s finally fucking time.
“Arielle Hawthorne—the thunderstorm to my mountain range. My forever love. Marry me.”
I see the silhouettes of Chase and Zara behind her, but I don’t dare break our shared eye contact.
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