Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 85
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 85 - 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 Daisies
A R I E L L E
“Are you guys almost ready to go?” I ask—slash yell—as I knock on Chase’s door for the third time. I’m positive that they’re doing something in there, likely fucking, because they’re way past late at this point and we have to get out on the road. “Guys!” I raise my voice this time, hitting my knuckles harder against Chase’s door.
“We’ll be right there! Jesus Christ!” I hear shuffling, along with a loud thump and I pray that I finally got them moving.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize to Hayes, even though I really don’t think it bothers him. I take a quick glance at myself in the mirror, ensuring my outfit is correct. I’d chosen to wear a padded black leather jacket, some light-wash ripped jeans and a simple white tank. Nothing too over the top, considering we were only going out to dinner.
Nate and I’d had a conversation a couple days ago, where we’d made the decision that we should take Hayes out for a nice meal. We’d gotten to talking about how—despite the fact that Ezra managed to weasel his way out—we should repay Hayes some thanks for helping us build a case against Ezra and send him to prison. Even if it was only for a short time, it was still so relieving to know he was behind bars.
I understand that a simple dinner honestly isn’t close to what we owe him for everything he’s done, however, I don’t think we could ever pay him back in full. There aren’t enough words, gestures, or dollars in the world to do that.
Besides, I’d mentioned maybe saving up some money and eventually taking Hayes on a holiday, but apparently Nate had already offered to do that—back before he hadn’t had all of his savings stolen—and Hayes was very insistent that he’d be offended at such an extravagant gift. To be honest, I had to basically guilt him into accepting tonight as a gift.
“Don’t worry about it,” Hayes says with a genuine laugh. He seems completely unbothered by the entire thing. Meanwhile, I want to kick Chase’s door down and fucking strangle him.
I hear the back door open and close and I turn to see Nate sauntering into the house. He approaches me, wrapping a hand around my waist to pull me close. The smell of a freshly smoked cigarette mixes with his cologne as he presses a kiss to my temple. “You look beautiful,” he murmurs, his hand wandering downwards to rest at the curve at the top of my ass.
I grab each side of his leather jacket, smiling as I tug him even closer to me. “Did you go out for another smoke?” I question, my smile turning quickly into a frown. He just had one not that long ago.
He shrugs, “S’not like I have anything else to do. I was bored.” He laughs, angling his head back to yell at Chase, “Since Chase can’t hurry his ass up!”
“I’m coming, fuck!”
The three of us find humour in Chase’s outburst. Hayes excuses himself out to the porch, leaving Nate and I alone in the front entry area. Nate ‘s wandering hand squeezes my ass and he glances down at me before descending his mouth on mine. When he pulls away, he tells me, “I have a gift for you.”
“A gift? For what?” Internally, I panic a little, thinking I missed some sort of anniversary or something. However, I don’t know that either of us have kept any sort of record of that. Have we? Maybe it’s just me.
After our romantic date the other day, he has me thinking twice. He lit candles, he took me out for a delicious meal, he fucked me on every damn surface in this house, he even bought me roses—the decaying remnants of which still litter the dining table.
He cups my face, stroking one of his thumbs over my cheek. “No reason. Just ‘cause I love the fuck out of you.”
I open my mouth to answer, but he interrupts whatever thought I had by pressing his mouth to mine again. He does a light jog, clearly excited, as he heads for one of the kitchen cabinets that I rarely use.
“Did I forget something? An anniversary or—”
“No, no,” he’s quick to defend. He bends over to get whatever the present is, but pauses. Lifting his head, his eyebrows are furrowed as he confesses, “Hell, I’m not even sure if I know our anniversary, d’you?”
I stifle a laugh, hiding it behind my hand as I saunter to the island. “I’ve got no fuckin’ clue.”
I hear him chuckle as he ducks down again and when he places the gift on the island between us, I pick it up.
Daisies. There’s a bundle of them, wrapped together with a pretty bow—a sort of periwinkle in colour. My heart softens, because I know he got me them in blue because he knows it’s my favourite colour.
I do notice, however, that they’re fake and I raise an eyebrow as I finger the polyester petals.
He must see my confusion, because he explains, “When I gave you the roses, practically all of them died within a few days. These will last forever.”
Impossibly, my heart swells further. He knows the flowers he gifted me before were wasteful and he simply wanted to give me something that I could have as a keepsake. The thing is, everything he’s ever given to me—no matter how small—I’ve managed to keep as a sort of collection of the things that represent our relationship and who we are to one another.
I walk around the island, pulling him into an embrace. “Thank you,” I mutter against his lips before kissing them. “I’m gonna’ go put them on display in our room.”
He smiles, giving me another kiss.
Quickly, I head down the hallway—not wasting an opportunity to knock again on Chase’s door—and turn into my room. I have to dig a little in my closet because I almost never get flowers, but I eventually find a small vase. I stand it up on the table at our bedside and carefully place the daisies in it. I admire them for a minute and then scurry back to the kitchen.
By the time I’m there, Chase and Zara are finally out of the room and waiting.
“The fuck took you so long?” Chase teasingly scolds.
I make sure to hit him hard across the chest before we head out the door.
At dinner, we end up at a large table. I’m seated between Nate and Hayes, with Chase and Zara across from us. I guess in some world, it should be a bit odd to be sitting between the man I once dated—if you could call it that—and the man I’m desperately in love with, but it’s not weird in the slightest.
The past is the past and I honestly believe that none of us hold any unwarranted or ugly feelings towards one another. Perhaps if I was still mad at Hayes, it’d be an uncomfortable dinner. However, he’s helped Nate and I in ways that we can never pay him back for and I owe him so much.
Nate and I end up sharing a pizza, which has me painfully full at this point. Nate grabs my hand under the table, squeezing it in his. As his thumb brushes along our matching rings, I lean into him and he presses a kiss to my temple.
“You full, babe?” He asks, a bit of light laughter reverberating within his chest.
“Mm,” I hum in agreement, in my own little food coma. All I want right now is for him to hold me in his arms in our bed so I can nap off this feeling.
He hooks a finger under my chin, lifting my head up to descend his mouth upon mine.
“Guys, guys—” Chase’s voice cuts through the world I’ve gotten lost in, “I’m eatin’ here.”
Nate smirks, grabbing my jaw more possessively. “Me, too,” he answers before kissing me more passionately. I melt under his touch, leaning further into him for more. When a napkin is tossed at us, we finally pull apart and I find that our server is awkwardly staring at us, unsure of what to do.
“I’ll get you some takeout containers,” he stutters, before practically jogging off somewhere else.
“You guys are disgusting,” Chase comments, but he’s unable to hide his amusement.
“As if you haven’t done worse in a restaurant?” I retort, raising an eyebrow. “In a booth, perhaps?”
“Ari—”
“The hell did you do in a restaurant booth?” Hayes speaks up, a look of concern etched on his face.
“Nothing.”
“It was not nothing.” I turn to Hayes as I explain, “His date pulled her dress up, unzipped his pants and casually sat on his lap to fuck him. She tried to play it off like they were cuddling and she was dancing to the music, but the manager came and kicked them out. He’s banned from the Pizza Hut on Twenty-Second.”
Nate —who happens to be drinking—spits and chokes at the sound of that. Through laughter, he manages to ask, “A fuckin’ Pizza Hut? You fucked in a Pizza Hut?”
“Didn’t even shell out fifty bucks for dinner, dude?” Hayes joins Nate, the both of them in tears.
Chase shrugs as if it’s the most normal thing. “She wanted pizza. What do you want from me?” He narrows his eyes on me, “As if you haven’t done shit in restaurants you shouldn’t have been doing, Miss Hawthorne?”
I meet Nate ‘s gaze as he lifts his eyebrows in curiosity. “Do tell, Chase.”
“She’s fucked in restaurants before. Girl’s been fingered in one, too.”
I hold a finger up to defend myself. “First off, anywhere I’ve done shit wasn’t a fuckin’ pizza place. That meal needs to be expensive as fuck. Second, I was fucked in the bathroom stall of a high-end restaurant. Much different than in a public booth at a Pizza Hut. Third, I was never caught. It’s called discretion, my dear dumb boy.”
He’s about to further defend himself when the server comes back. He’s carrying the take-out containers, as well as our bill. Chase moves to offer to pay for himself and Zara, but Nate quickly jumps up to say, “It’s my treat.”
I don’t protest, despite wanting to because we’d already had this conversation. He wanted to pay for Chase and Zara because, in a way, this meal was a thanks to them, too. Nate feels like he owes a lot to Chase as well because while Nate was away in prison, Chase took care of me.
I assured Nate that was how Chase and I were—like brother and sister—and I’d do the same for him. That, I feel like we don’t owe one another over the top gifts because we do things out of love for one another, but he insisted. He thinks it’s important and I can see his logic behind it, so I agreed.
I package up our pizza while Nate pays. Hayes lightly grabs my arm when I’m done to draw my attention to him. “Thank you,” he tells me, in a soft and kind tone.
“There’s no thanks necessary,” I promise. “We’re the ones who owe thanks. This is so little compared to what you did for us.”
He smiles and I swear that for a moment, tears brim at the edges of his eyes.
I’m unable to question him on it though, because Nate states he’s going to use the washroom before we leave and it brings my focus to him. “Wait up,” Hayes stands from his chair, “I’ll come with.”
When they leave, Chase and Zara turn to me as Zara asks, “Why’d you guys pay?”
I shrug my shoulders. “It’s not a big deal. He wanted to.”
“I thought this dinner was to thank Hayes?” Chase questions, finishing off his drink.
“It was,” I confirm. “But he thought you guys deserved something too.”
“He knows he doesn’t need to gift me anything, right?” Chase tosses his napkin on the table, hooking his arm over Zara’s shoulders. She leans into him as they both await an answer.
“Of course, but he wants to do this, Chase. It’s nothing,” I reiterate.
The server comes by, gathering what remains of our dishes. He seems like he wants to rush us out—considering how busy the place is—but he doesn’t say anything. Besides, I would inform him that we’re only waiting on Nate and Hayes and then we’ll be out of here.
“Do you want to do anything else tonight? What’s the plan?”
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