Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 42
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 42 - 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 Surprise Visitors
NATE
When it occurs to me that I’m able to message Arielle safely over the Snapchat application, my heart races wildly. I’ve somehow managed to outsmart Ezra Sullivan and I should be able to figure out a way to let Arielle know what the actual situation is.
I don’t waste a minute, opening the app and clicking on her name. I’m just about to start typing when there’s a knock at the door. The knocking is insistent—rushed and panicked—and so I close the app without typing and scurry to the door.
I yank the door open without looking to see who it is, shocked and confused when I see the face looking back at me.
Langley.
“What are you—” I try to ask him but out of nowhere, his fist meets my face. The pain radiates from my nose and I groan, tasting blood in my mouth. “What the fuck, dude!”
“You’re not slick, Nate.” After he says it, he shoves me and since I don’t expect it, I fall to my ass. “I don’t know how the fuck you lost me and I don’t know where the fuck you went, but I’m positive you went to see her.”
I’m still cradling my aching nose in my hand, spitting out blood that has ran into my mouth onto my flooring. “What is your problem? What are you talking about?” I slowly get to my feet but Langley throws another punch.
That’s when my fight instinct kicks in and I aim my fist in his direction that he manages to easily dodge and counter. It doesn’t help that I’m a bit woozy from being rammed in the face by his fist, making my coordination a bit unstable.
Langley grabs the collar of my shirt and tosses me up against the nearest wall. I moan as my back hits the drywall, the ache immediate up my spine. He throws three more quick and hard punches to my face, one of which hits my ear and causes a ringing.
“You’re lucky that you fuckin’ lost me. If Ezra found out I lost you, he’d fuckin’ kill me and that’s the only thing savin’ your ass.”
Despite the amount of suffering I’m experiencing, I lean my head back in defiance, smiling at him with blood-stained teeth.
I knew it. I fucking knew it.
“That’s pretty fuckin’ shitty for you, isn’t it?”
“Not as shitty as it is for you,” he bites back, pushing me further into the drywall. “‘Cause now I have all the reason to watch everything you do.”
I stand my ground, not intimidated by his threat.
“I think I’ll go visit Eva tomorrow at school. She calls me Ryder. Thinks it’s a cool name. I’m sure she’d be thrilled to see me again.”
That wipes the smile right from the face. “W-What did you say?” I stutter, swallowing hard as panic consumes my body.
“What? Ezra didn’t tell you? Eva and I have met a couple times when I’ve been watching her. Your mother doesn’t have the faintest clue, bless her heart. She’s seen me on the school grounds at least three times and she still thinks I’m there waiting for my own kid. It’s fuckin’ adorable, really. Your family is very trusting.”
My body goes stiff, realizing just how bad this is. What the fuck am I going to do now?
My face aches and I fight the tears forming in my eyes as my life comes crashing around me.
“That’s what I thought,” Langley says, striking me a seventh time. “If you go near or contact Arielle again, I will fuckin’ know about it ‘cause I’m not gonna’ stop watching your ass. And the second you do anything, I’ll go pay your sister a visit.”
I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe and I can’t focus on anything in the room except Langley’s voice. He steps back from me, but I can’t hold my own weight, collapsing to my knees before him.
“If you don’t believe me, call your baby sister.”
While I’m doubled over, Langley gives me a kick to my ribs and I roll to my side, feeling like I’m blacking out. I watch him as he laughs at my predicament and my eyes blur, only able to focus on his shoes as he walks out of my house, closing the door behind him.
A R I E L L E
One month later
It has been a total of six weeks without Nate.
Four fucking weeks since I last saw him.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him and I find myself often thinking of the last time we were together, when he bent me over the hood of my car and claimed my pussy his. I still fucking miss him like I missed him five weeks and six days ago.
Four weeks ago is when I sent him the photo of my ass on Snapchat. I figured he’d respond in some way, but he didn’t and that’s why I ended up texting him to come over.
I waited all night.
And when I say all night, I’m not joking. I couldn’t sleep because I was anxiously anticipating him. I one hundred percent thought that he would come over and surprise me, but he didn’t.
He never tried messaging me back. Not once in the last month and so, I figured that he’s just decided that he’s done with me. It’s a shitty feeling, but I’ve moved on from it.
Or at least, I’m trying to.
The one man I want doesn’t want me and it’s a hard fucking pill to swallow.
“So what do you want to do tonight?” I’m pulled out of my internal thoughts by Hayes’ voice. He takes a sip from his beer, glancing at me from across the island.
Yes, we still hang out.
But in the last month, I’ve actively made the effort to not be affectionate with him. Which is hard, I’m a touchy person with certain people, but I know there’s a purpose for it.
I also had a conversation with him after Chase bitched me out about leading Hayes on. I told him what Chase said and explained that I understood what he was saying and that I didn’t even realize I was doing it until it was pointed out to me. I apologized and Hayes seemed to get everything that I said.
I really don’t know if he still has feelings for me, but I think he comprehends that I haven’t gotten over Nate. I try not to talk about Nate to Hayes—because I know it’s a sore spot for him—but sometimes it’s really hard not to. I just want someone to rant to about Nate and like I’ve said before, Chase can be annoying about these types of things.
Anyways, I swear that we’re just friends now. We hang out, fight over what movie to watch, Hayes bitches about his co-workers, I bitch about the people I race against. We’re simply friends.
“I don’t fuckin’ know, it was your idea to hang out tonight.” I shrug my shoulders, “What did you think we’d do?”
“I guessed we’d figure it out. We always do, don’t we?”
“Well do you wanna’ stay in or go out somewhere?”
“Uhh,” he runs a hand along his stubble as he thinks it over. “Stay in.”
“You always want to stay in,” I moan. As much as I whine about it, I don’t mind staying in. It’s just, with Hayes it’s usually a slow night. Not that he’s not fun, he just likes watching movies that I don’t like.
If I were with Nate, we’d get stoned, we’d fuck, we’d play against each other on some video game, we’d watch something we both enjoy like Rick and Morty, we’d play pool—it would be something more enjoyable than the cheesy comedy or boring historically accurate movies that Hayes enjoys.
He takes life too damn seriously sometimes and it drives me up the wall. He needs to loosen up and try new things but he tends to close off. I’m not sure if it’s because of his mental health struggles lately or if it’s just the way he is, but I wish he’d live a little more freely. His sister was gone so young and it reminds me of just how precious life truly is.
When the doorbell rings, I stand from the barstool, looking at Hayes. “While I’m answering this, you think on it.”
I turn to the front of the house and scurry to see who it is. It doesn’t even occur to me to look through the peephole and so I swing the door open, absentmindedly laughing at a commercial blaring on the television.
Vivien.
“I don’t have time for your bullshit. Get off my fuckin’ property,” I snap, not even bothering to give her the time of day. Instead, I move to slam the door in her face but she stops me, placing her palm against the wooden surface.
“Arielle, I know that you have company,” she says low enough that only I can catch it. Hayes stays where he is, in the kitchen, giving me privacy with my guest. “And that is why you will talk to me. You would not want to make a scene, now would you?”
“I don’t give a fuck about making a scene and I don’t give a shit about whatever it is you have to say. Leave.”
“I do not know what you have become, my daughter. You used to be so kind and sweet and now you are nothing more than a foul-mouthed whore.”
I roll my eyes, internally laughing at her attempt at insulting me. I have and always will own the fact that I like fucking. So if she wants to label me a whore because of it, then so be it.
“Oh, God. Shut the fuck up with your high and mighty bullshit when you were fucking Ezra behind dad’s back.”
She gasps, always acting as if she can do no wrong. “I did no such thing!” She shakes off my comment, fixing her skirt. “Ezra was there for me after your father’s untimely passing and we fell in love. I could not stop it. Now, please, I have come to see your home for the first time.”
“I’m not letting you step foot into my house, Vivien.”
“Nancy?” Hayes suddenly asks, appearing beside me. He glances at my mother, weirdly recognizing the woman and I shift between the two trying to figure out what I’m missing.
Vivien furrows her brow, chuckling, “I think you are mistaken. My name is Vivien,” she extends her hand in Hayes’ direction, “Arielle’s mother. It is nice to meet her boyfriend.”
“Oh, we’re not dating. I’m Hayes, her friend.” He leans forward, shaking her hand. I recoil at the way Vivien obviously checks Hayes out, a shiver running up my spine. “I’m sorry, it’s just—you look like someone I once met. A habit from work, I guess I see one too many faces.”
“What is it you do?”
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