56. Archer
Chapter fifty-six
Archer
“ U nhand me! I’ve done nothing wrong!” my father exclaimed as his hands were placed in handcuffs behind him. Eugene’s head hung low as the other officers did the same to him. The entire table was left in utter disbelief as we watched.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Killian screamed.
Eugene sighed, deciding to finally speak up.
“I’ve been working with Calvin again,” he admitted, and Blaine threw his hands into the air, smiling widely. Shin covered his head with his hands as if he, too, couldn’t believe it.
“FUCK YEAH! I TOLD YOU SO—oh shit… probably not the best moment to celebrate,” Blaine said, wincing as Killian sent him a death glare that had him slightly recoiling.
“Eugene Newman, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Marissa Newman, Gregory Newman, and Cheryl Newman in the first degree fifteen years ago. Additionally, you are charged with the first-degree murders of these three individuals, as well as the recent murder of Michael Donovan . You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to represent you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”
Eugene nodded, and the chief officer spoke to my father next.
“Calvin Lockwood. You are under arrest as the accomplice and accessory to the first-degree murders of Marissa Newman, Gregory Newman, Cheryl Newman, and Michael Donovan. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to represent you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”
“If I must answer… then sure I do,” my father replied, unamused.
The officer listened in to his radio and nodded to his partners. “Let’s take them into custody.”
They began walking but stopped as Brielle stood in the entryway and looked directly at Eugene. Eugene cowered away from her slightly, and Killian was unsure if he should interfere and pull her away.
“Eugene,” she whispered, and he let out a tear.
“Brielle, please. I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t want you to find out this way.”
She approached him slowly, and the officers went to speak, but went silent as Killian gave them a look.
“What have you done, Eugene?” she asked softly.
More tears ran down his eyes as he grew angrier, and a somewhat sinister look passed in his eyes.
“I’m keeping you safe! That’s all I’ve wanted to do my entire life... I will do anything for my family… anything for you. If that means killing the fuckers that tortured us, then so be it.”
Brielle gently placed a hand on Eugene’s face, and he leaned into it as she wiped his tears. “Eugene, honey.”
“Brielle... I just wanted to keep you safe. I love you with everything in me,” he rushed, and she nodded.
“I know. I love you, too. Okay, breathe for me,” she requested, placing a hand on his racing heart.
He leaned closer as he put his head on her shoulder. She pulled him in closer for a hug, and a sob racked his chest.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he muttered.
Brielle nodded as she rubbed her hand on his back and through his hair, shushing his cries. “I know. It’ll be over soon. We’re going to fix this, and then we’re going to get some help… for the both of us. But I have to let you go now. I will see you soon, okay?” she whispered, and he nodded as she pulled away.
Wordlessly, the cops guided Eugene out of the home, as well as my father, who wasn’t exactly as compliant. He scoffed as the police officers dragged him out of the room. “So what? I don’t get a parting hug or final goodbye speech as well? Outrageous, I say!” he yelled, and I held my head in my hands at the disaster that tonight had become.
Vivienne came alive from her frozen state and looked around the room.
“It’s… getting pretty late. You all are welcome to the guest rooms if you choose to stay the night. Pierce can… take you to them. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” she muttered absentmindedly, bidding us goodbye.
The room went silent.
My heart pounded in my chest at the thought of Delilah staying, as I probably wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of her.
Brielle was silent as Killian rubbed her back soothingly.
Blaine still looked extremely excited, while Maia seemed a bit worried. Nonetheless, the families agreed to stay the night, and Pierce guided them to their rooms as they made arrangements and called their children at home. Luca also stayed, and Sterling trailed behind Kimiko, much to her father’s dismay.
Making my way to my corridor of our home, I entered my room, took a long shower, and left the bathroom with soaking wet hair. Slipping on some bottoms, I exited my room and made my way to my parents’ room to check on Vivienne.
I knocked softly, and she allowed me in.
I leaned against the frame as she sat at the edge of the bed. “Going to bed soon?” I asked.
She nodded. A small tear escaped her eye, and she wiped it away quickly as she kept her head down.
There was nothing I could say that would make things better for her at this moment, and I decided not to attempt to.
“Get some rest. We have a long few days ahead of us.”
She nodded, and I bid her goodnight as I closed the door.
Looking down the empty hall, I bit my lip, contemplating whether or not I should do the right thing and go back to my room… or make a quick visit to my princess before bed.
I shook my head as I walked toward my room. I should do the right thing and go back. Her parents are here, and it would be risky…
Biting my lip as I tried to block out the tempting image, I sighed. Very, very risky.
Delilah
“You sure you’ll be okay, Mom?” I asked her, sitting at the edge of the bed, and she nodded. After my shower, I had got dressed for bed and come to her room.
“I’ll be fine, honey. This is just going to take some adjustment and patience. It’s been quite a long day, and if I’m struggling to come to terms with everything, I could only imagine what you may be feeling,” she said sadly.
I shook my head slowly. I saw Uncle Eugene snap up close and personal. Learning that he killed three other people didn’t seem too surprising. Even if they were our family.
“I’ll be fine,” I said genuinely, and Mom smiled.
My father entered the room, and I stood up as I looked over at him.
“I don’t know how I should feel sleeping under Calvin’s roof while he’s in prison. Should I be feeling this indifferent? Should I be celebrating?” he asked, waiting for my thoughts.
I sighed as I patted him on the back. “I think you should be going to sleep,” I muttered, and he nodded, placing a kiss on my head.
“Fair enough... Have a good night, darling...” he said, and I bid them both goodbye as I left their room.
I sighed as I thought about the events that had just passed: Uncle Eugene’s confession, both his and Calvin’s arrest, my moment with Archer...
“You’re so bad,” I muttered, and he bit his lip.
“You know you love it, Princess.”
I was silent at that moment because I had the urge to respond, I love you . I could’ve told him... well, probably should have told him, but I couldn’t muster enough courage.
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I entered my room farther down the hall.
The second I closed the door, I heard a voice.
“Took you long enough, Princess.”
I looked over my shoulder to see Archer sitting at the edge of my bed—shirtless, at that. My eyes widened as I approached him.
“Are you crazy?!” I asked.
He bit his lip. “Possibly,” he muttered, looking at my attire which consisted of the spare leggings I miraculously had in the car and a loose-fitted tee.
“My dad is just a few doors away!”
He nodded, and I gasped as his hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.
“That’s why I’m in this room, baby.”
I blushed profusely as he placed a kiss on my clothed stomach and my waist.
“Archer…” I muttered, and he gazed up at me for a moment before he moved so quickly that I almost had whiplash. One second, I was standing; the next, I was lying on my back as he leaned over me slowly. He eyed my lips for a minute before placing a sensual kiss on them.
I grabbed his wrist as he deepened the kiss, running his hands up and down my waist. Gosh, these butterflies in my stomach were doing somersaults. His hands grabbed under my ass, and I almost choked as he pushed his length against my clit.
My eyes widened as I looked up into his hooded gaze, and soon strangled moans left my throat. He grinded his cock into my core.
He felt so big, thick… long—
“Oh my—” I whispered, grabbing onto his shoulders, and he shushed me softly, pushing his hips even deeper.
It literally felt like we were horny teenagers trying to hide from our parents, and I was ashamed to admit I was absolutely living for this moment and attention from him.
“Good, isn’t it, Princess?” he teased me with a knowing smile, and I bit my finger as I could feel myself getting utterly wet.
He looked down and muttered, “Let me see you lift your hips, baby. Let me see you grind that little pussy on my cock, huh?”
As if on instinct, my hips lifted, eagerly searching for some kind of friction, and his eyes darkened as I did. If it weren’t for my parents being in the room down the hall, I wouldn’t have minded moaning louder at how good he was making me feel.
Soon, he pulled away, and I whined as he sat back slightly, gazing down at me under the moonlight shining through the window. He rubbed my thigh slowly, and I bit my lip as his eyes were filled with lust.
“With all the drama happening, I didn’t even have a chance to finish eating my dinner… much less dessert ,” he muttered, and I bit my lip as he grabbed the hem of my leggings. He pulled them down at an agonizing pace, and I fisted my shirt in my hands as the blush on my cheeks traveled all over my face, neck, almost everywhere at this point. I jumped as he placed his thumb on the outside of my drenched underwear, directly between my folds.
“Archer,” I whispered as he slowly moved his thumb with a look of passion and intrigue in his eyes.
He tilted his head as he continued, and I felt my underwear dampen even more, if possible.
“You’re so responsive,” he muttered calmly. Meanwhile, my heart beat out of my chest, and my body involuntarily lifted closer to him. He forced me back down using his other hand, and I whimpered as his thumb went a bit faster.
Soon he removed his hand, and I tried to let out a sigh of relief until his hands sat at the hem of my panties.
“I wonder how good you taste,” he muttered, and he looked me in the eyes as I bit my lip. “Lift your hips, Princess,” he muttered, and I hesitated momentarily before nodding and complying.
“Good girl, Princess. Good fucking girl.”
He lowered himself, and I felt a rush of embarrassment as he was face to face with my cunt. He placed my legs over his shoulder, and I moved my head as I covered my eyes with my hand. I then jumped as I felt him slap my thigh.
“Eyes. I want them open and looking at me. And if I were you, Princess, I’d do my best to stay quiet. These walls aren’t as soundproof as we may think.”
Reluctantly, I placed my hands by my side and lifted my head, locking eyes with him.
Leaning in, he placed a small kiss on my folds, causing me to bite back a moan. He’s fucking crazy.
“Fuck yes...” I heard him whisper, and as if a switch went off, he grabbed my hips and dived in like he was starving. I threw my head back as he basically wrote his name with his tongue, and I fisted the blanket under me.
My back arched slightly, and he simply used that as an excuse to pull me even closer. I whimpered silently as I had to hold back my noises of ecstasy, and I felt myself starting to float away.
My legs shook slightly, and he chuckled as he pulled away for a moment. “Aww... Princess. Is it too much? You want me to slow down, hmmm?” he somewhat taunted.
I nodded as I felt that at any moment, I would explode.
“Too fucking bad,” he muttered and went back to work, only this time, he was going harder and faster.
I felt his tongue slip into me, and I gasped as the feeling in my lower stomach started to build. I whined, and he looked up at me through his “innocent” eyes, though I knew that wasn’t the case.
“I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum,” I whispered breathlessly as I basically trembled.
He spoke unfazed as he continued: “Then cum for me, Princess.”
Hearing those words sent me over the hill and I began seeing stars as I grabbed his hair out of reflex.
As he sucked on my clit, I let out a guttural moan as my thighs tightened around his head, keeping him still. Torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, the needy part of me took control as I practically grinded against his tongue, torturing my cunt.
He seemed fine with his treatment, and as my second orgasm was ready to piggyback the first, Archer sucked harder, his eyes darkening as he lapped up my release.
“Archer, I-I—” I tried to speak, but it turned into incoherent mumbles as his fingers dipped into my heart, his tongue not giving my clit a rest. Cumming on his tongue as my knees were bent against my chest, I trembled softly as he leaned up, satisfied.
He watched my cunt possessively, and soon his eyes met mine as his hand caressed my trembling thighs.
I blinked slowly at him as he smiled his stupid boyish smile. My chest heaved up and down, and he simply gazed at me under the light of the night sky.
“You’re so adorable,” he muttered, and I just stared at him, dumbfounded.
“And you’re crazy!” I exclaimed, causing him to let out a small laugh.
After cleaning up the… mess, I lay in my bed, and my eyes widened as he took a spot beside me.
“Archer, go to your room,” I ordered.
He ignored me as he placed his arms around my waist and used my stomach as a pillow. “The door is locked. Go to sleep, Princess,” he replied.
I sighed heavily as my eyes begged me to follow his orders.
Closing them while running my fingers through his hair, I enjoyed our time together and simultaneously prayed that my parents wouldn’t attempt to enter the room tomorrow morning.