Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 27
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 27 - 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 They Defend Themselves
A R I E L L E
After leaving Nate ‘s house in the morning and heading back to mine, I find that the house is empty. Chase is no where to be seen and I’m not surprised because it’s fairly normal. The boy is out getting laid all the time so he’s not always hanging around the house.
I had a bit too much to drink last night and I’m sure a large part of that is from seeing stupid fucking Hayes. It irritated me to no end to see him with Bayleigh and the way she was talking to me. Didn’t help when he was acting all defensive with Nate.
I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is, but he was an asshole last night.
Another shitty thing was that I was still at Nate ‘s this morning when Hayes texted me an apology, said he was drunk, and asked if he could come over and explain himself. I probably should’ve said no, but I figured I should give him the benefit of the doubt. If he acts like an ass, then I’ll fucking bitch him out about all of it and I’ll officially be done with his ass forever.
So when I hear a knock on the door, my nerves go haywire, unsure of how this will go. I’m not entirely sure what to expect with this. Is he going to be sweet with me? Is he going to come in here all pissy and angry?
I open the door to face Hayes, who looks hot as ever and seeing his face immediately pisses me off.
“Hey,” he says softly.
I take a step back, allowing him entrance. He carefully steps inside my house, walking into the living room where he stands awkwardly for me to turn around. As I approach, I’m sure to keep my distance, crossing my arms to stare at him angrily.
“Listen,” he starts, giving me a sincere gaze. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I had a bit too much to drink last night and I was on a first date with Bayleigh and I wanted to make you jealous. When I saw you, and you looked so beautiful I—I don’t know what came over me.”
I don’t respond, standing my ground.
“I’m not sure what’s been going on with me, but I haven’t entirely been myself and I apologize. I still love you and seeing you with another man breaks my heart and I guess—” he sighs, running a hand along his nape. “I guess I get defensive and jealous and it’s not a nice side of me. I don’t even like that Hayes.”
I roll my eyes, fucking annoyed.
He runs his hands over his face, and I can see instantly how his body language changes—he’s slumped over, his eyebrows are furrowed, his hands are fidgeting and he looks depressed as fuck. “It’s really hard for me when I see how happy you are with Nate. Haven’t you ever been in love with someone?” He asks, and I don’t give him an answer. “If you have, you’d understand how much it hurts.”
“Anyways, that’s still not an excuse for my behaviour. I fully understand that you’re with Nate and I’ll keep my distance from you and your boyfriend. I promise.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I confess to him. In all honesty, I don’t really know what to define Nate and myself as, but even without a label on it, I don’t feel like we have to define it.
“Oh,” he replies awkwardly, staring at the ground. “Sorry. I’m really sorry about what Bayleigh said, too. You looked beautiful and she was out of line.”
“Hayes, you can’t blame yourself for another person’s behaviour.”
I mean, it’s obvious the dude was trying to move on and it just so happened to be with an awful fucking person.
“I know,” he says, sitting himself on the edge of one of the chairs. “But I feel guilty as hell about it. You know how much I like you and I just keeping fucking up. I’m an idiot and I screwed everything up between us. Like, I had everything I ever wanted and I was selfish and I lost it. I can’t not beat myself up over it.”
I’d normally find his confessions cringey, but for whatever reason, I can’t help but feel bad for him. He did lie to me and it was truly the worst lie he could’ve ever said to me. I know that I can be a bit of a grudge holder when it comes to shit like that, but it’s clear that the way I’ve been treating him has seriously affected him.
I mean, yeah, he crossed a line with me, but I don’t want to be a raging bitch, either.
“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable or for you to think I’m creepy.” He mutters lowly.
“I don’t think you’re creepy, Hayes.” I assure him, sitting on the couch opposite him. “I understand your feelings and where you’re coming from.” I fight the urge to blurt out my own feelings of jealousy at seeing him with Bayleigh.
I didn’t even realize I had those type of feelings when it came to Hayes until I got drunk off my ass after having that conversation with him and his new girl. I don’t like that I feel like that, but at the same time, I can’t exactly deny it.
He seems a bit embarrassed, hanging his head. “After I sent the flowers and all that, I thought you maybe thought it was too much too soon.”
“You’re a romantic, Hayes. I’m the total fuckin’ opposite. It’s not my thing, but like, it’s not like I didn’t appreciate it.”
“You probably hate me,” he jokes without laughing.
“I don’t hate you. I wouldn’t have gone out with you unless I liked you.”
He gives me a soft smile, standing from the couch. “So I guess that’s it. I just wanted you to know that I’m really sorry for all the dumb shit I did and I promise I’ll keep my distance from you and Nate.”
I nod my head, as this dumb fucking feeling rises in me that screams I don’t want him to entirely stay away. There’s a part of me that will miss him and I desperately try to hide it from reading on my face.
“I’ll get going now,” he says with another weak smile. By the time he makes it to my front door, he turns and stops when I call his name.
“I’m sorry, too. I’m sure I’ve done some things that I can apologize for.” I sigh, knowing that I intended to hurt his feelings by saying some of the shit I did and by throwing Nate in his face, but I didn’t think it’d affect him as much as it did. It was a shitty thing to do, even though he lied to me. I believe he’s being sincere when he apologizes and says he’ll leave Nate and I alone, and I know it was wrong of me to be such a bitch to him when he’s just trying to make amends.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, still holding onto the front door handle. “I don’t want to scare you or anything, but I think you should know that Karl is still looking heavy into you and Nate.”
I swallow hard, worried about how serious this is getting. The man doesn’t seem to want to let up and I don’t really know how to stop the fucker.
“He’s been watching you guys, having me watch you ‘cause he knows about my feelings for you—”
Oh, fuck.
“He won’t stop. I just thought you guys should know that. Be careful with who you trust and where you go, ‘cause Karl’s likely already gotten to it.”
What kind of ominous fucking warning is that?
“Thanks for listening to what I had to say,” Hayes adds, before he gives me another smile and turns to leave. I watch him walk down my driveway, get on his bike and in a few minutes he’s speeding off down the street.
I throw myself on the couch, frustrated with everything that’s going on. Shit with Hayes is all over the damn place, I can’t really race when Sanders has nested up my ass, and now Hayes tells me that Sanders is still watching Nate and I. What if he’s fucking close to getting something serious on us?
It sounds like the last thing we’d want to do at this point is piss off Karl Sanders.
NATE
Standing in my kitchen, I glance over at Sara as she walks through the house towards me, dragging her hand across the table by my front door.
Yeah, I went out with Sara tonight and it was fucking awful. I was forced to sit across from her during an hour long dinner and I’ve had to listen to her talk all about herself for a couple hours now. We’ve been at my place for a while and all I’ve been thinking about lately is heading to bed.
Sara walks around the island, stepping in front of me. “I had a good time tonight,” she tells me.
“Good,” I say vaguely, hoping she’ll fucking leave. I don’t even like that she’s in my fucking house, but I had to play along with her shit in order to keep on this dumb charade. She comes even closer to me and I know what’s coming next.
I take a step back, but she just fucking follows me.
“Nate, “ she says as her grabby hands shove their way into my jacket and she’s pulling it off my shoulders.
“Sara, no.” I say, pushing her hands off me. She doesn’t listen, tossing my jacket over her shoulder so that she’s able to run her cold ass fingers up the hem of my shirt.
“C’mon, you know I’ve been wanting you and it’s been so long. Now you and I can completely be ourselves with one another,” she gives me a smile, standing on her toes to force her lips against mine.
“Not tonight.”
Her fingers are suddenly fiddling with the button on my jeans and I push her off me, hard. “I said no,” I reiterate, holding her wrists together away from my body. She giggles, thinking that this is all some sort of fucking game where I’m playing hard to get or some shit.
The second I let her wrists go, she grabs my own hands and moves them to her shirt. She puts the fabric of her shirt between my fingers and drags my hands up her sides. I look away as her stomach is exposed to me, annoyed and irritated that she’s trying this shit.
I try to yank away from her, but she holds me tight and it’s too awkward to rip my hands off her body without hurting her.
“Sara,” I warn as she steps towards me again and reaches for my fly. She smiles and acts all sexy flirty with me as I desperately try again to keep her hands off me.
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