Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 127
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 127 - 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 Final One
The Epilogue
NATE
Ten Years Later
As another person says an overly long speech, joking about how hard it is to have to spend forever with the same person, I take a sip of my drink. The bride and groom—Nadia and James—laugh, but I can’t agree that I get it.
There truly hasn’t been a hard day at Arielle’s side. I can’t imagine it ever being difficult to spend the rest of my life with her. It’s a motherfucking privilege.
James and Nadia started seeing each other sometime after Arielle and I had gotten engaged ten years ago. Initially, I don’t think they were anything proper and it stayed that way for maybe a year until they realized they’d caught feelings.
They dated for several years until James finally proposed to her and now, here we are.
It’s been a beautiful wedding.
Arielle’s and my wedding was starkly different from this. While we’re under a tent outside right now, our wedding was just as I’d dreamt it would be.
We said our vows to one another at the end of a dock on Lake of the Woods.
The difference was that it was our cabin. After we got engaged, we ended up holidaying quite often up in Muskoka and it got to the point where we’d decided we should just purchase a cottage there so we could come and go as we pleased. We’ve found a sense of peace on Lake of the Woods that we haven’t found elsewhere.
Of course, we weren’t able to purchase in Muskoka—most of the places are multi-million-dollar homes—but we found a smaller cabin that’s still brand new and requires little upkeep. We make a point of taking the kids up there at least a couple times a year and they fucking love it. They especially love getting to explore.
I had an arch set up on the end of our dock and I had her walk down it to me, where we exchanged vows. We were able to have all our closest friends and family down there and it was an incredible night. I was more than thrilled we were able to have it just as I’d wanted it.
I spoke some of the vows I’d dreamt of, but I also added in some new lines as well as a few of the ones from my notebook. I’d had way too much time to think it over.
The weeks leading up to our wedding day, I’d stressed over it. I wanted it to be perfect and it’s so fucking difficult to translate my love for Arielle into words and onto paper, which meant that I’d scrapped about a dozen different written vows before I’d made my decision.
It was the right choice, though. It brought not only Arielle to tears, but myself, as well.
Mum was shocked that I could be romantic. Eva teased the fuck out of me for it. Chase serenaded me with my own words later that evening.
Arielle’s vows were just as amazing. She doesn’t show that side of her often—especially not as much as I do—but when she does, it makes her shine beautifully. I adore it.
It’s as if the crowd parts at the perfect time, allowing my gorgeous wife to step out. Everything pauses for a moment—as if the entire world holds its breath to witness her perfection.
Arielle looks fucking stunning in her dress. Even with the bit of weight she’s gained from having carried our two children, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The dress she chose to wear to this wedding is form fitting, black, with thin straps, an elaborate print all over it, and the bottom flares out with a bit of lace.
The moment quickly passes though, because Yasmine runs to her mother, wrapping her small arms around her legs. “Mommy!” She yells out and I observe with a smile as Arielle laughs at our daughter’s excitement, reaching a hand down to smooth it over her hair.
Since getting married roughly nine years ago, we’ve had two children—Riad and Yasmine.
Riad is our eight-year-old son. He’s a bit of a more serious child, but curious. He’s always doing whatever he can to learn from his mother and I. He’s really interested in artsy things, especially painting. He’s dabbled a little in sketching, but I believe he’ll get more interested about it as he ages. He’s taken more after his mother in the looks department—he has her eyes, hair, and nose.
Yasmine is our six-year-old daughter. She’s a bit more rowdy, outspoken. Her third word was shit!—which she yelled at the top of her lungs as she threw her sippy cup to the floor. She looks more like me, but clearly the genes in Arielle’s beautiful green eyes are strong because our little girl has them too. She’s inquisitive as well, but she’s more curious about what Mommy and Daddy do when they’re working on their cars.
We’d chosen both of our children’s names specifically for their meanings.
Arielle’s and my thing has always been thunderstorms and mountains. Since we met, it’s as if we’ve been under this cloud of darkness, but we’ve not only adjusted to it, we’ve begun to flourish under it.
It seems as if each one of our most important moments has happened during a storm. It’s almost as if in the darkness of one, we’re drawn to one another more than ever. It’s become a symbol of our journey as a couple, as well as of the love we feel towards one another.
It’s a love that brings about beauty and positivity.
That being said, we wanted to name our children in such a way that it followed the symbol of our relationship. Because they’re a creation of our love, we thought it was a meaningful way to show them.
Riad is an Arabic name that means meadows or gardens.
Yasmine is a name of several origins—including Arabic—that labels a type of flower.
Our thought process was that—with Arielle being the storm and I, being the mountain—that the rain falls on the side of the mountain and it causes wildlife and nature to prosper. In other words, the combination of the two causes the gardens and meadows of jasmine to flourish.
I observe Arielle bend over in her dress carefully, picking up Yasmine to hold her on her hip. Our daughter smiles and laughs as Arielle tickles her side, causing Yasmine to tuck her face into Arielle’s shoulder.
Approaching my wife, I place a hand to the curve of her waist, pressing a kiss to her luscious mouth. It reminds me of our first kiss—in the bar after I bought her a drink—where it felt as if enough electricity to generate power for an entire state could be found between us.
I knew it was her from that moment. There was no denying the connection, as if we’d known one another in another life.
“Mommy, can Daddy dance with me?”
“Yes, of course.”
Arielle sets Yasmine down and she reaches out for me. My tattooed hand envelops hers, and I lead her towards the dancefloor. She’s wearing a little dress, and she puts a hand down to push the fabric out of the way as I aid her in stepping up—one foot at a time—onto each of my dress shoes.
When I’m sure she’s alright, I take each of her hands in mine and we begin to dance to the music. She giggles, which quickly turns into a gasp as the song changes to one she knows. “Daddy! Our song!”
I laugh as she begins yelling out the lyrics at the top of her lungs. Chase and Zara are nearby dancing and when Chase hears her, he runs over and begins to sing it with her. It causes a massive smile to spread across her face and she hops off my feet to spin and dance in her dress like mad.
As the three of us sing and dance, letting loose, I move to grab Yasmine under her arms, and I lift her in the air to spin her. She squeals in surprise and excitement and then I hold her close so she’s able to hook her legs around my torso as we bounce and sway to the music.
After a few minutes, she asks to be taken to Mum and I find Arielle at our table, where I pass her off so she can take Yasmine to the bathroom. I sit myself at our table and enjoy a drink, taking a second to relax, spinning the thick, black band on my left ring finger.
I glance around the space to check where Riad has gone off to, finding him with Arissa. He’s always had a bit of a crush on her and the lot of us find it rather amusing. It’s adorable to see him trying to get her attention, even when she’s only humouring him.
Chase and Zara are still happily married. They haven’t had another child, but I believe they’re happy with only having Arissa. They’re wonderful parents to her and they enjoy traveling lots with her.
Chase is known as the fun uncle. Arielle and I left the kids with him once and we came back to a mess of toys and sofa cushions tossed about because they were making forts. He’s that type of uncle—where he’ll do anything and everything, as long as it’s amusing.
Chase and Zara moved from the house that him and Arielle once shared a long time ago. I don’t think they had ever planned to stay in that house long term. They were more so staying put to save up money after splurging on the wedding and then after having Arissa.
About two years after Arissa was born, they moved to a smaller house on the beach. We visit them often because it gives us a chance to hang out on the sand all day. Plus, our kids get on great with Arissa and since she’s an only child, Arielle and I like to think it’s important for her to have time to interact with other children.
Even though they now live a bit further from us, we really don’t mind the drive. It’s nice to be able to get out of the suburb we live in and take Riad and Yasmine out for a beach day. They’ve come to consider Chase and Zara like family—as do Arielle and I—so it’s all positive.
My own family has been doing really good in the last decade. My dad’s health has improved and he’s doing really well. Mum and Elijah are still going strong. They’ve been doing a substantial amount of holidaying and I believe they’re having a lot of fun with it.
Bella has gone off and gotten married. I’m an uncle to a boy, and about to be an uncle to another. I reckon she’s about to have a whole litter of kids, but she’s happy, so I’m thrilled for her.
Amelia and Eva are both in university now. Amelia took two years off out of high school to travel a bit. Elijah was more than happy to foot the bill for it—he did the same—and she went to over a dozen different countries.
Eva graduated top of her class, and like the little computer nerd she’s always been, she’s now taking some super hard course for geniuses. For the life of me I can never fucking remember the name of it, but it’s rather prestigious.
It seems her and Amelia grew up in the blink of a fucking eye. I still remember the days when Eva wouldn’t drop her tablet for hours and now she’s in uni. I’ve heard rumbles about her even having a girlfriend and the idea of her dating is shocking. She will always seem so small to me. She’s my baby sister.
I’ve been in contact with my family a lot more than I was before Arielle entered my life. Mum adores Arielle and we visit them at least once every three weeks. The holidays together have become rather busy. There are a lot more family members to fit in one space.
Storm and Mauna are still thriving. Though they’ve both aged and slowed down, they get along rather well—for a cat and dog—and the kids adore them.