Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 81
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 81 - 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 Chase Is Messy
J A M E S
“Yeah, we just got back a couple days ago,” Chase informs me as I park the car on the street in front of his and Arielle’s home and we get out.
“How’d you like it?” I inquire, locking the vehicle and following him up the driveway.
He smiles, “It was nice to get away. I don’t know if it was Zara’s thing, to be honest, but I think she had a good time.”
“Not her thing?”
He shrugs, “She wanted to go to Hong Kong or Bali—she had a bit more of a grand idea of vacation, I guess.”
As he opens the front door with his key, I nod. Hong Kong is busy, it never sleeps, it’s full of constant movement and things to do. Bali is a place I imagine being on the front of a magazine with lush vegetation and people tanning, on the beach, in swimming pools while drinking.
Muskoka, however, has me picturing a small cabin in the middle of the woods. Somewhere where bears like to frequent and weeds and algae naturally grow in the water. Although, I know that isn’t entirely true.
“I get it,” I agree. When I think about it, I honestly don’t know where I’d prefer to go. I tend to believe that it’d be decided by how hectic my life was at the moment I was making the decision. If I needed a calm, a relief from life being crazy, I’d probably choose a place like Canada. However, if I was bored with everyday life, I’d probably head to Hong Kong or Bali.
We walk into the house together and I head straight for the kitchen, where I place my keys down on their island. Chase announces he has to piss, and when I comment that I got to as well, he tells me to use the main washroom while he’ll use Arielle’s.
I quickly relieve myself and wash my hands thoroughly, noticing as I exit the bathroom, that Chase is already done and waiting in the kitchen.
He seems to be studying something quite intensely—whatever it is, he’s holding it between two fingers as he stares at it with a confused and curious expression. As I near it and him, I see a white and blue stick, about the length of my hand and now I’m the one who’s inquisitive and rather shocked.
“Is that a pregnancy test?” I probably look like a fish out of water, my mouth falling open and closed as I figure out what to say. “Is Zara pregnant?”
“It’s not hers,” Chase says with a laugh. He tosses it down onto the countertop and I cringe.
“Mate, someone pissed on that—” Picking it up, I gently place it down in the basin of the sink, reading over the rather visible Pregnant that’s displayed on the tiny screen.
Chase chuckles. “That’s Ari’s, I’m gonna’ be a fuckin’ uncle!”
As he says the words, I choke on my own spit and begin to cough. “W—Wait, Arielle’s pregnant?”
“I found it in her trash, along with the box.”
I open my mouth to say something—I honestly don’t know what—but I quickly close it.
“What?” Chase seems to find the situation humorous because he’s still wearing a big, goofy smile.
“Nothing,” I answer truthfully, “I’m happy for her, I just didn’t realize she wanted kids at this moment in her life.”
“And what would you know about that, mate?” He mocks in a playful tone.
Shrugging, I answer, “We had a conversation or two about kids. Nothing serious, just casual conversation as friends.”
“Speaking as her bestie, yeah, she definitely doesn’t want kids.”
“Ever?”
Now he’s the one wriggling his shoulders, “To respect her privacy—’cause I don’t know what she did and didn’t tell you—I’ll only say this, she didn’t have the greatest childhood. Because of it, I don’t believe she’s ever wanted kids.”
I think back to some of the conversations we’ve had. The first one that pops up, is the literal first conversation we ever had—
“My boyfriend didn’t do what he’s accused of. He’s being framed by either my evil step-father that leads some sort of criminal empire that runs drugs and probably other shit, or the dude that I fucked once or twice who fell madly in love with me and turned out to be a cop and has lost his fuckin’ marbles.”
The first time we ever shared conversation, she basically spilled her guts to me. It wasn’t until later that she confessed some of the horrors related to her mother, but I’m glad that Chase doesn’t tell just anyone about the things she’s been through.
It makes sense what he’s saying. Everything she ever told me proved that she had a terrible childhood. I can’t ever fathom why she wouldn’t want children because of it. I, personally, think she’d be a fantastic mother.
Instead of answering Chase, I simply nod my head.
I guess she’s about to get a chance to prove that very fact. I truly do believe she’d be wonderful with kids. She’s the strongest woman I know. She’s kind, thoughtful, intelligent, and extremely generous.
I start to do the calculation in my brain, of the few weeks it’s been since Arielle and I last slept together. I know she’s on the pill—we had conversations about that very fact before deciding to not use a condom—but is it possible she’s carrying my baby?
The joy that fills my body at the potential of becoming a father is indescribable. I still care greatly about Arielle and she’d be a great mother, despite us not being together anymore.
However, there’s the possibility that she’s pregnant with Nate ‘s child. I mean, ever since he got out of prison, she’s been with him and knowing her sex drive, they’ve definitely fucked since he’s been a free man. So, who is the baby’s father?
I imagine this could be a nightmare situation. One that creates tension between the three of us. I’ve never had a problem with Nate. In fact, from the couple times I’ve been around him, we get along great. He seems like a good guy, but I can’t even begin to think what would be running through his mind if his girlfriend was pregnant with another man’s baby.
I don’t want there to be any tension, ever.
“You okay, man?” When Chase puts his hand on my shoulder, it brings me back to the present and I really can’t be sure how long I zoned out.
Sighing, I utter a weak, “Yeah.”
“What’s wrong? Ever since we got here, you’ve been weird as fuck.”
I hesitate to tell him the truth, especially considering that nothing is known for sure. I’m thankful for Chase’s oblivious nature because the last thing I want to do is start some shit.
“Nothing,” I lie, avoiding eye contact by flipping through a flyer left on the countertop. “I just remembered I have something to do later.”
When he doesn’t respond, I sense that he’s staring at the back of my head. Turning, I find that he’s doing just that—with a raised eyebrow and a skeptical gleam in his eye—and I find myself nervous under his scrutiny.
“No,” his tone is high-pitched, with an edge of questioning. “It’s something else.”
I force a convincing laugh, “Fuck off, mate.”
Shuffling, he appears to be retracing his steps, sauntering to the front door as he thinks it over. “You were fine when we first got home,” he takes a few steps forward, “then you went for a piss...”
For a brief moment, my eyes break away from where he’s piecing the puzzle together and I stare at the test that still sits in the base of the sink.
“Holy fuck!” His voice echoes in the empty house, and he cackles. “The pregnancy test!”
“Chase—”
He slaps his hand down against the marble top of the island, “This is gold!” He yanks the fridge open, grabbing two beers, tossing one to me. He twists the top off and takes a large gulp of it, laughing again. “Ah, man, I fuckin’ love that girl. She’s so messy.”
“What are you going on about?” I attempt to feign ignorance, hoping he just drops it.
“Well, I mean, Ari’s pregnant with either yours or Nate’s baby, you can’t make this shit up. Drama just follows that girl around.”
I don’t find the notion of that funny whatsoever. I don’t imagine Arielle would be happy about being uncertain about the paternity of her baby and the last thing I’d ever want to do to her is to cause her unwanted stress. Especially if she’s with child.
As Chase is cackling about the entire situation, my head snaps up the second I hear the front door close. My heart leaps into my throat at the sight of Arielle and Nate entering the house hand-in-hand. Nate seems happy—smiling while never tearing his eyes away from her—and so does she as she spots the two of us in the kitchen.
Chase, unable to wipe the smile from his face, is even more elated at the mess she’s about to walk into. His drama-loving ass is so petty, his name should be Tom.
“Ari!” He greets her, over-abundant and over-exaggeratedly.
“Hello, Chase.” She’s confused, sternly stating his name before she turns to me with a smile, “Hi, James.” She places her handbag down, sauntering across the space to envelop me in a hug.
When she pulls away, I nod my head in Nate ‘s direction and give him a greeting that he returns.
“The fuck are you so hyped up about, Chase?” Nate laughs, shrugging off a jacket he was wearing.
“Ah, just stumbled upon something, bro. You know what it’s about.”
Nate seems rather confused, but he doesn’t comment on it.
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