Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 49
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 49 - 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 She Misses Him
A R I E L L E
Wednesday
Heading down the straightaway, Chase yells out a curse word and grips harshly on whatever he can get his grimy hands on. I can see Grace on my ass in my rear view, but I’m not having any of it. I downshift into the corner, drifting around it effortlessly. The whole vehicle whips sideways when I do so and Chase is near unbearable beside me, but I’m too in the zone to care.
I watch Grace as she slows to take the corner more carefully than I do and I smirk, pressing the gas pedal back to floor as we pass the finish line and I’m forced to hit the brakes. “Jesus, Ari,” Chase speaks up when the vehicle is finally in park and a crowd begins surrounding my car.
“What?” I question, glaring as I see that he’s been digging his fingernails into the leather of my seats.
He follows my gaze and gives me an oops smile as he loosens his grip super slow. “Nothing, you’re just really good,” he finally answers when he realizes I’m not going to smack him. “And you scare the fuck outta’ me.”
“Good,” I mutter with a chuckle as I grab my phone.
I’m quick to pull up Nate ‘s contact and shoot him a text.
Arielle: are you up yet?
I spot Grace approaching my car and so I remove the key from the ignition and get out of the vehicle, stuffing the key and my phone into my pockets as I await Nate ‘s response. I give Grace a hug when she’s close enough and she pulls back with a smile, giving me a gentle shove. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.”
I shrug. “You know what it’s like. Shit got hot, so I stayed away.”
We’re interrupted by some guy with a wad of cash. He quietly thumbs out the agreed upon amounts for me—first place—and for Grace—second—and with a nod of his head, a shake of each of our hands, and a congratulations in my direction, he walks off. I take the quiet moment to find Chase amongst the sea of bodies where he’s talking with a few people I recognize faintly.
“So, what’s this I hear about you and Nate Carter?” Grace’s voice pulls me out of studying the people surrounding Chase and I turn to face her. “You two are hooking up?”
“He’s my boyfriend, actually.”
“Really?” She says it with surprise that she can’t hide on her face, despite her trying to do so when she sees how I’m bothered by her shock. “I just—I never would’ve guessed. I was there the day that you slapped him.”
I don’t mean to, but I sigh at the memory. I’m not even really sure how to answer her because Nate and I had a fight or two about that particular moment. The way we met has always been a sort of bone of contention between us but I’d like to think we’ve buried that.
“Yeah, well, he likes it rough. What can I say?” I try to laugh it off, but I honestly don’t think it works.
“So I’ve heard,” Grace tells me and begins to walk away, turning at the last moment to add, “See you around, Ari.”
I have a feeling that she mentioned it in an attempt to get under my skin. As in, she’s trying to tell me that Nate ‘s fucked around a lot but why in the fuck would I care? As if I haven’t? Jesus, I’m probably worse because I’ve made my way around the pool of women and men.
Grace can fuck right off with her implications and her judgements. Nobody over here gives a single fuck about any of it. Over here you can screw whomever you want, as much as you want, and as hard or gentle as you want and nobody is going to think twice.
I saunter over to Chase and don’t even bother saying hello to any of the people around him, despite a few of them calling my name and greeting me. “We gotta’ go,” I demand, grabbing his arm and yanking him towards my Firebird.
Friday
I pull up Nate ‘s contact information and hit the call button, waiting as it begins ringing. Eventually, I hear his voice on the other end of the line, but it’s his voicemail.
“He didn’t pick up?” Chase questions, as if it’s not the most fucking obvious thing.
I shake my head. “Today’s the third day since I texted him and he hasn’t answered. But I haven’t talked to him since late Monday. I was too busy Tuesday that I just didn’t end up messaging him.”
Chase suddenly stands from the couch and walks past me in a hurry and grabs my keys off the table. I’m not even in the right mindset to question him. “C’mon, we’re gonna’ go to his place.”
“I’m so worried, Chase.” I confess. “He’s never gone ghost like this on me. I don’t think he’d do it willingly.” I run my hands absentmindedly through my hair, trying to focus on attempting to piece together something out of nothing. I have no fucking idea what’s going on, I just know that something isn’t right.
He wouldn’t do this to me.
“It’s not gonna’ be easy to get into his place. Langley’s probably still watching it.”
“It’s fine, Ari. Let’s just go, scope it out and we’ll deal with him if we have to.”
I nod my head, trusting Chase and follow him to my car.
The entire drive I’m basically in auto-pilot. In all honesty, I probably shouldn’t be driving because I’m so distracted but it’s all second nature to me and we luckily arrive in one piece. I glance down the street in front of Nate ‘s house, but nothing seems to be out of place.
I know better. When things seem normal, it means quite the opposite.
I don’t see anybody sitting suspiciously in their vehicles, but at the same time, I have no idea what Langley drives. So if he’s sitting in his car and watching Nate ‘s house, I wouldn’t be the wiser. Part of me doesn’t give a single fuck if Langley sees me knocking on Nate ‘s front door in search of him, but I believe it’s smarter that he doesn’t know.
Just in case.
If Ezra happened to do something to Nate, it would be better if I had the upper hand in some way or form. Ezra always seems to be ten steps ahead of anybody and everybody and so if we can get even the slightest step ahead of him, it’s a good thing.
I pull the car off to a side street and Chase luckily doesn’t question me on it—because frankly, I’m not in the mood to answer his fucking waste of time questions. We both get out of the vehicle and I ensure to lock it, stuffing my keys into my pocket as we approach the fence along the side of Nate ‘s house.
I don’t really know what to do. I don’t have any sort of a plan and I’ve got no way of getting inside Nate ‘s house. I don’t have a key, I don’t know the code to his security system and I don’t have the first clue about how to sneak into his house. Do I jimmy a window open? A patio door? Does he have a fake rock somewhere that he keeps a spare key?
I don’t even have the strength or height to pull myself over his fucking fence. I’m envious as I watch Chase hop the wooden wall with no difficulty. He scurries to the gate and undoes it for me without a word.
We head to the deck and I immediately run to the large patio doors to peer inside his darkened house. There isn’t a single thing turned on and nothing seems to be out of place. In fact, the house looks fairly clean—as if he hasn’t been home for days. Anybody that knows Nate knows that he isn’t always the cleanest, so it’s odd to see his place so tidy.
It’s obvious he isn’t in the main area of the house. All of the lights are off and there’s no bodies present. He also can’t be in the garage, otherwise the lights would likely be streaming up the staircase at the front of the house. I run over to the spare bedroom window and glance through it, but I’m left without answers again.
The spare bedroom door is open, which allows me to look right into the master and the lights are all off. If Nate was home, he’d still be awake because he’s a night owl. It’s clear that he isn’t home whatsoever.
I sigh, frustrated and worried so much that I feel as if I’m about to vomit on his deck. I end up hunching over with my hands on my knees near a small shrub, afraid my stomach will release its contents. I can’t exactly explain it, but I just know deep down in my gut that something isn’t right.
Something is wrong.
Really fucking wrong.
I don’t realize that I’m basically gasping for air until I feel Chase’s hand as it rubs circles on my back. I close my eyes and try to focus on controlling my breathing as my surroundings blur.
However, everything freezes when I suddenly hear a motorcycle in the distance. A motorcycle that seemingly slows down in the front street—even though there’s no stop signs and it doesn’t sound as if the person is turning. It sounds as if the person crawls by Nate ‘s house and then hits the gas and tears away in a hurry.
“Motherfucker!” I shout at the sound and then all nausea and breathing problems are forgotten as I charge out of Nate ‘s yard—with Chase hot on my heels—and I head straight for my car.
I’ve got her fired up and we’re speeding down the road before Chase can manage to mutter out, “What the fuck just happened?”
“Nate ‘s not home,” I snap, absolutely fuming.
“Okay,” he knows to tread carefully but I can tell he doesn’t have the slightest inkling about what occurred.
“Did you not hear the motorcycle?”
“Yeah, but there’s constant traffic. You know how many people drive bikes in Miami, Ari?”
“It was Hayes.”
“I reiterate, do you know how many people drive fuckin’ bikes in this city? How could you possibly know that with one hundred percent certainty?”
“‘Cause I’m not a fuckin’ moron, Chase. He slowed down perfectly in time with Nate ‘s house and then sped off. He fuckin’ did something, I just don’t know what.”
“So, what? We’re just gonna’ go barge into his house and what? Demand he tell us where Nate is?”
“What if he got Nate arrested?” I question. “He has some sick vendetta slash obsession with me, I wouldn’t put him above putting Nate in jail for some crime he framed him for just to get back at me.”
“Do you have a game plan here?”
I really don’t. I didn’t think twice the moment I heard him speeding away from Nate ‘s. All I could think about was confronting him and telling him about how much of a pussy he is, especially if he has something to do with this. I want to tell him to fuck off with his creepy obsession, his contestant need to meddle in my life and to just generally fuck right off.
I don’t want anything to do with Hayes any longer and he knows that. That’s what makes me think he probably has something to do with this. It’s not exactly a coincidence that I yell foul things at him, Nate punches him and then not long after, Nate suddenly goes missing without any contact or warning to me.
Hayes seems like a vindictive bastard so this would be right up his alley.
The true question is, what did he do to him? Did he send him to jail? Did he actually frame him for something? You’d think if that was the case that Nate would’ve phoned me whenever he got his phone call, but it’s possible that Hayes’ connections denied him that as well.
What if Hayes did something even more serious to Nate? The last interaction I had with Hayes showed me a side to him that was much darker than I’d ever seen. He became a man that I didn’t recognize. A man that I really didn’t know what to expect from him. And that’s what makes me worry that Hayes could’ve gone even darker than I ever thought he would.
In fact, I never saw him in any aspect of darkness.
“No, but we’re already here so I guess we’re winging it.”
“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “Didn’t realize your boyfriends lived this close.”
I want to bark at him that Hayes was never my boyfriend but there’s no time to fight, so I simply answer, “It would’ve taken longer had we not been doing double the fuckin’ speed limit the whole way here.”