Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 38
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 38 - 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 He’s There For Her (When She Needs Him Most)
H A Y E S
When I open my door, Ari grabs my face in her small hands, and she feverishly presses her lips to mine. For an ounce of a second, my heart feels at home with her near me again, but then the reality of the situation hits me, and I pull myself away from her.
“Ari,” I call out her name, gently holding her arms in my grasp to push her softly away from my body. I see the pain etched in her mouth and her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything to me. She just brushes right past me and places herself on my couch.
Micah lifts her head in her sleeping state, giving Ari a lick and a wag of her tail when she feels Ari’s body dip the cushion beside her. “Hi, Micah,” Ari greets the dog, running her hand through the animal’s long fur.
I close the door, unsure of how to decipher what just happened. Did something happen with her? Why’d she kiss me after she made such a scene asking me to leave her alone?
I’ve been legitimately doing what she’s asked—keeping my distance as well as working on myself and my bad qualities in our time apart. With her showing up unexpectedly and kissing me, I’m left feeling absolutely perplexed.
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes to me as I enter the living room and sit on the other sofa to glance at her, both confused and concerned.
“What was that all about?”
She sighs, running a hand over her face. “I–I don’t know,” her admission seems honest, to say the least, but I can tell something is up. “I’m really sorry, I don’t mean to fuck with your feelings.”
Well, kissing me while I’ve been trying to get over my love for you over the last few weeks isn’t exactly helping the situation. The moment I felt that spark between us as our lips touched, the feelings came rushing back in a hurry.
“Something happened,” I speculate, and the expression on her face tells me that I’m correct.
She adjusts herself on the couch so that she’s lying down, kicking her shoes off and resting her head on Micah’s side. “Nate broke up with me.”
I feel guilty as a wave of happiness sings throughout my body. I can’t help the feeling of being pleased that she’s single. However, it only lasts a millisecond and then my heart breaks for her.
I know what it’s like to have your heart broken and I can see just how distraught she is over this and that’s the last thing I’d want for her. Sure, I’ve been jealous of their relationship and I’ve said some dumb things, but ultimately, I wish nothing but the best for her.
I fight the urge to close the gap between us and touch her. I want to hold her hand and rub her back and tell her that everything’s going to be okay, but I promised her I’d leave her alone.
“I’m sorry,” I lament, although they’re fairly empty words. “Do you wanna’ talk about it?”
“I don’t know,” as she speaks, it’s a whisper. Her fingers trace through Micah’s fur until she finally sputters out, “He said we got too serious, too fast.”
The sound of that bewilders me. The two of them always seemed serious to me. It wasn’t long after they started sleeping together that they spent days with one another, kept pyjamas at each others’ house, and seemed quite enamoured.
The only reason I know some of those facts is because of Karl and the fact that he was forcing me to spy on them. Back when I was a bit more unstable than I am now.
“Last weekend he introduced me to his family and said I was his girlfriend and then he just dumped me.”
I’m left even more lost and I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something. Fact of the matter is, I don’t want to press too hard into her relationship with him when I made her promises.
I’m trying hard to be her friend and so I don’t want to cross any sort of boundaries with her. I’m remaining thankful that she still clearly considers me a friend that she can confide in.
“Maybe there’s something else he’s been dealing with,” I offer, not sure if that’s any comfort to her whatsoever.
“Maybe,” she agrees softly, sitting up to lean her back against the sofa. She finally looks at me, but it’s only for a moment and then she’s staring at my coffee table. “I don’t know. I can’t fuckin’ obsess over it. He doesn’t want me. It’s as simple as that. So why should I devote any time to someone who doesn’t want to be with me?”
“That’s true.” I’m unsure of what to say, still stepping carefully in this minefield. One misstep and she’s suddenly out the door, even more upset than she was when she came in here and that’s the last thing I want.
“I shouldn’t be ranting about this to you. Fuck, it isn’t fair to you when you’re—” she decides not to finish the sentence, but I know exactly what she means.
In love with me.
“Ari, that was a couple weeks ago...” I trail off, aware that my feelings are still very strong for her. “Despite everything, I’m still your friend and I’d like to always be. I can put any feelings for you I have aside and just be there for you when you need someone to talk to.”
She gives me a weak smile that offers gratitude. “I didn’t want to talk to Chase about this stuff. As much as I love his crazy ass, sometimes he just doesn’t get when it’s time to be caring and supportive. Instead, he’d be cracking jokes that only he finds funny until I yell at him. And like, Summer and I haven’t really been talking all that much lately.”
“So, I’m your third choice?” I tease, standing from the chair and sauntering over to the kitchen.
“You know it’s not like that.” I ignore the fact that she missed my joke, shrugging it off as just her being overly emotional at the moment. She’s probably too focused on her fresh breakup and dealing with grieving the loss of it.
“Would you like something to drink?” I offer.
“Do you have any alcohol?”
“Just beer.” I retort, spotting a case of beer in the bottom of my fridge. But then I remember what’s stocked in the cabinet and I lift the bottle of Fireball whisky in her direction.
“That’s better.” As she utters the words, she sits up on the couch, shrugging her coat off and folding her legs underneath her while she waits for me to return.
I grab two small glasses and the bottle, moving to sit back on the sofa opposite her. I pour us each a shot, and we clink our glasses together before drinking the liquor.
It burns its way down my esophagus and it obviously does for Ari, too because she winces after swallowing it, closing her eyes momentarily and cursing loudly.
I chuckle, admiring how beautiful she is. She always has been, but I haven’t seen her in a while so it’s difficult to not appreciate her beauty. It’s like an addict going through withdrawals.
“Fuck, I need more of that.” She grabs the bottle off the coffee table, pouring herself another and downing it in a matter of half a minute. “How have you been?”
“Okay,” I lie.
Things haven’t been fantastic since she yelled at me and broke things off officially. In fact, they haven’t been very good ever since she found out I’m a cop.
I’ve been a bit depressed, to say the least. It’s lonely around home and with my sister dying from cancer and my parents’ marriage struggling because of it, I’ve had a bit of a tough time.
Then there’s work. Ever since I got a job at the station, it’s been challenging. I’ve always had a hard time getting along with my co-workers, and of course Karl is the worst.
The day that man drugged Karl, things happened to get better—Karl finally let up on the case he’d formed against Ari and Nate, he wasn’t blackmailing me into spying on them, and we were doing actual legitimate cases. Karl is still a total ass to me but at least my job is clean and legal again.
Also new, I’ve started therapy.
After Karl was drugged and threatened, I hit a really low point in my life. I’d managed to cut a lot of my friends out of my life, Ari was gone, my sister was dead and I spiralled into a very depressive state. That’s when I began talking to a therapist twice a week.
He’s helped me work through the grief—of both the loss of my sister and the loss of Ari—as well as aided me in figuring out healthy ways to deal with the problems I’ve had with jealousy and anger. Granted, he’s convinced my antagonism was caused because of undealt feelings related to my sister’s illness, but it’s still nice feeling like I’ve got it slightly under control.
And I hope she sees that.
“Just okay?” She questions, giving me a look with concern.
Running a hand along my nape, silence fills the space between us. “I—uh, I’ve just been going through some things. But I’m dealing with it.”
“I’m sorry,” she says sincerely, “I didn’t know. Do you want to talk about it?”
My throat instantly aches and I swallow uncomfortably. “My sister was really ill. She uh, she died.”
As I’m uttering the words, Ari has poured herself another. She nearly drops the empty glass on the floor when the reality of what I’ve said occurs to her and her eyes go wide with shock. “Fuck. Oh, my God. I–I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to apologize for, Ari. I didn’t exactly tell people about it.” I sigh, leaning back in my chair. “And look, I should sincerely apologize to you for the way I’ve behaved in the past. My therapist says a lot of it stemmed from my sister being sick and I just want you to know that I regret the way I treated you, lying to you and ultimately, hurting you. You should know that it won’t happen again, I’m working on my shit.”
“It’s okay, Hayes.” She fiddles with her handbag beside her as she says so, eventually tucking hair behind her ear and her eyes find mine. “I’m sure I said some inappropriate shit, too. I should say sorry for fucking Nate even when we were going on dates.”
“Ari, we were never anything official.” Despite saying that to her, it did hurt me when I found out she’d been sleeping with Nate. It made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for her. Like I wasn’t satisfying her fully in our relationship and so she went out seeking what she was missing—and she just so happened to find that missing piece in Nate.
“I know, but I also know I fuckin’ hurt you.” She licks her lips, twisting the ring on her middle finger absentmindedly. “Did you deserve some of it? Sure,” she adds with an adorable smile. “But I might’ve said some stuff or did some things that weren’t necessary.”
“Oh, you mean like the night Bayleigh and I ran into you?” I ask with a laugh, having a second shot, not at all meaning what I’ve just said.
“I was purposefully all over Nate ‘cause of what your lil’ fuckin’ girlfriend said. Fuck her!” Ari chuckles, swallowing more Fireball.
“Yeah, she maybe wasn’t the best girl for me.” I admit, adding, “She’s my co-workers’ daughter. She’s had a crush on me for like two years. It was more a pity date than anything. I was feelin’ like shit about us and I just wanted to go out with someone, but she ended up being totally out of line that night.”
“What exactly was her problem?”
I shrug my shoulders, “She never really said much to me about it. When I dumped her, she didn’t take it well, but she didn’t mention that night even when I brought it up as the reason.”
“She was fuckin’ weird and you don’t need me to tell you that you deserve better than her.”
It falls a bit awkward between us, my obvious crush on the woman beside me making things a tad uncomfortable after Ari’s comment. I scramble to find a new topic, in the end, commenting, “Chase is an interesting guy.”
“You have no fuckin’ idea.”
“He hates me, doesn’t he?”
She purses her lips before having a shot. Her skin has become flushed, eyes slightly glossed over from the now six shots she’s had of straight hard liquor. “Kinda, yeah. But like, nobody ever got you like I do.”
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