Chapter 25: 25


    Kinsley sat in the waiting area at the hospital with Nichs. She hade with him for his first bout of


    therapy. Traffic had been light, and they wound up early, so they were waiting in the private waiting


    area outside the radiation room. They were waiting when a nurse came out and told them that they


    would have to wait another hour. There was a six-car pileup on the freeway, and the whole freeway


    was at a standstill, and Dr. Horton was stuck in traffic. She asked if Nichs would like to reschedule,


    but he did not want to. His day was free, so he decided to wait.


    As the nurse left, Kinsley sighed. “I hate waiting in hospitals; there is never anything to do,” she said,


    picking up the remote to the TV mounted in the corner of the small closed-off waiting room.


    Nichs grinned. “At least you can see the TV,” he teased. She smiled and turned the channel to a


    reality TV show about models. Nichs frowned when the host mentioned the name of the show. “You


    know I am not deaf, right? I can still hear this crap.”


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    Sheughed and yfully punched him in the shoulder. “It is not that bad.”


    “It is torture.”


    “Ok, what do you do when you have to wait in the hospital?” She watched as his mouth curved in a sly


    smile, and his hand went to her bare knee, slowly sliding up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt


    higher.


    “I can think of something fun to do.”


    “We are in the middle of the hospital,” she reminded him.


    “I say we slip into the private washroom, and you elevate my heart rate.”


    Kinsley nced at the open door to the wheelchair assessable washroom connected to the waiting


    room, and she bit her bottom lip. It had been a few days since they had fooled around. Nichs had


    been so sick and weaktely, so the fact that he was feeling frisky was promising and tempting. The


    location was iffy, but then if she waited until they got home, he would far too sick from the radiation to


    do anything but sleep. “I do not know it is such a public ce,” she was not sure this was a good idea.


    Nichs leaned over, and his lips brushed her ear as he whispered. “I will lick your pussy until you cum


    all over my face.”


    “Ok,” she said quickly, feeling that tingle of need building between her legs.


    They both got up, and with his hand in hers, Kinsley led Nichs into the washroom. Since animals


    were not allowed in the hospital, Nichs had chosen his cane to get around today. Once in the


    washroom, Kinsley locked the door while Nichs leaned his cane against the wall.


    Kinsley came to stand in front of Nichs, and she kissed his lips. Nichs backed her up against the


    wall kissing a path down her body as he sank to his knees in front of her. His hands pushed up her skirt


    and took hold of the sides of her panties, pulling them down her slender legs. Kinsley leaned back


    against the wall as he lifted one leg up over his shoulder, allowing his mouth the best ess to her


    already damp womanhood.


    Her head fell back against the wall, and her eyes closed as his tongue slid along her slick cleft. His


    skilled mouth worked her sensitive flesh licking and sucking until she was mindless with pleasure. He


    sucked her clit into his mouth and forced two long fingers deep into her. Her fingers threaded through


    his dark hair while he worshipped her and made her body shake with release.


    When the pleasure faded, Nichs stood up and kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue sweeping


    hers. She could taste her pleasure on his lips. His hands on her hips, Nichs lifted Kinsley off her feet


    and sat her on the edge of the sink. He reached down and quickly freed his erection. Pulling her legs


    around his waist Nichs drove himself deep into her in one thrust, forcing her to take him all on entry,


    and she moaned with pleasure.


    Kinsley leaned back, bracing her hands on the edge of the sink and rocking her hips up against


    Nichs as he drove into her over and over. It was not long before Nichs threw back his head and


    groaned as his body shook with his release.


    “Is this how you normally kill time in the hospital?” Kinsley asked yfully as he stepped back and fixed


    his pants.


    “Usually, it is Octavius sitting in the seat next to mine,” he said, reaching for his cane. “You are far


    prettier than he is.”


    Kinsley hopped down and fixed her clothes, then she opened the door, and they returned to their seats.


    “So, what do you normally do with Octavius when you are waiting?”


    “I do not wait very often. I am royalty; people, including hospital staff, will bend over backwards and


    rush things in a timely fashion for people with wealth and power.”


    “That is not fair.”


    He shrugged. “The world is not fair. If it were, the horse would ride half the time.”


    “So, when you do wait, what do you do?”


    “Octavius carries a deck of cards in his jacket. When we must wait, we y cards. But I have a lot


    more fun with you,” he grinned.


    The door to the waiting room opened, and the nurse walked in. “Your Majesty, we are ready for you.”


    Kinsley felt nervous, and it looked like Nichs did too as he held his cane with both hands and stared


    nkly. “Here goes nothing.”


    She still thought this was a bad idea, but he was hell-bent on doing it so she would be as supportive as


    possible. “I will be here when you get out.”


    ***


    Nichs had changed into a hospital gown and was told to leave his cane in the outer room. Holding


    on to the nurse’s arm, he was led into a room and over to a table. “Up you go, Your Majesty,” she said


    as she helped him climb up onto the narrow table andy t on his back. “Now I am just going to ce


    the radiation mask we made the other day over. Remain still.”


    He hade in a few days ago and spent what felt like forever as the hospital staff made a mould of


    his head, neck, and shoulders so they could make a mask to help them with the therapy. It had been a


    strange and somewhat anxious experience.


    As hey on the table, he felt the finished mask ced over him, and then he heard the click as they


    snapped it down in ce, and he was no longer able to move. He could feel his anxiety rise. With not


    being able to see, he was freaking out, imagining all sorts of horrible things.


    “Ok, I am going to leave the room,” she said as she pressed a button and the table lifted. “You are


    going to be alone, but we can hear you from the other room where we will monitor your treatment. You


    are going to hear the machine, but all is well. Try to stay calm and do not move.”


    He then heard her footsteps as she left the room and then heard the sound of a door open and close.


    He was alone. Suddenly there was a loud nk followed by a humming buzzing sound. He was doing


    his best not to move, but he had to admit he was out of sorts. This was intimidating. He was trying not


    to freak out, but his breaths wereing quick and shallow.


    “You are doing great, Nichs,” he heard Dr. Horton’s voicee over a speaker. “It is only a few


    more minutes.”


    A few more minutes? He felt like he’d been trapped on this table forever.


    Nichs closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing. He was not going to freak out. He tried to


    remember why he was doing this — trying to picture Kinsley’s pretty face. Telling himself, this was the


    only way he could see her smile again. He wanted to see those rich dark eyes gazing lovingly up at him


    when he took her as his wife. For Kinsley, he would do anything.


    He did not know if this was going to work, but for Kinsley, he had to try.