Every other week, a sleek, hospital-grade corvette broke the atmosphere to shuttle Sheba to New Malindi or Eden II for executive meetings.
The rest of her month played out in a glass-walled study overlooking the valley, where she ran the nursing programs for two different worlds via holo-feeds.
Idan, too, found his balance. When he had to, and usually because he just missed her, he’d tag along on her city assignments.
It was easier now for him to handle the urban noise, moving through the chaos without the suffocating claustrophobia that had once eaten at his soul. The neon glare and kinetic grind of the city didn’t drain him anymore.
He could actually lean into the pandemonium of the streets because he knew the silence of the ranges was waiting for them.
Still, aside from Sheba, his real focus was the land.
With Molan and Mirage helping with the logistics, he started relocating his life into the new holding, piece by piece.
His small flock of sheep thrived on the high-altitude clover, but it was Shuaqagec who claimed the territory.
The six-eyed Basilisk bull, a mountain of obsidian muscle, roamed the perimeter of the orchards and fields.
He acted as a terrifyingly effective guard, his multiple pupils tracking the flight paths of any curious predators and even unauthorized drones until they retreated in haste.
However, what Idan looked forward to most was when Sheba’s flyer touched down on their farm’s landing pad after a week’s shift away.
One night, he was changing fence lines to rotate pastures a few klicks from the farmstead when he caught the growl of the skiff’s engines.
She was early; he’d expected her in two hours.
You’re here,he growled into their neural link.
I am, honey. I couldn’t wait to see you, so I left New Malindi early.
Fokk yeah, salkia. I’m in the west pasture repairing a second-hand sheep shearing rig. I’ll be with you very soon.
Hurry.
Heart lurching, he hastened his chores and twenty minutes later, glimmered to their farmhouse, now lit up with warm lights.
He tracked through the house, past the sumptuous living room and expansive bookshelves filled with her sculptures and their combined books.
He went through the dining room, overflowing with art and plants, past the kitchen and his temporary leather-working studio on one side of the expansive boot room.
He entered the primary where a king-size bed sat covered in furs, hastening his steps as he spotted her clothes scattered on the floor.
Idan found her in the shower, eyes closed, head tilted back as the water cascaded over her face and hair, her tits high and lush, her skin slick with water, the trim bush between her sensual, curved thighs inviting.
His cock went so rock hard, he took a harsh inhale with desire.
Kicking off his boots and stripping his gloves, shorts, and work trousers off, he stepped into the stall behind her.
She had her hands in her hair, rinsing off conditioner, when his muscled, sinewed hands encircled her.
She gasped as the grip of his palms pulled her to the scorching length of his body and thick cock pulsing against her ass.
‘Honey,’ she moaned, twisting in his arms to face him as his touch glided all over her, stroking, tweaking, plumping her tits, as his mouth took hers in a heated, melding kiss.
His fingers found her pussy, and she arched her spine as he slid two thick fingers inside.
She hitched her leg over his waist to give him purchase as his mouth suckled on her nipple.
Mewling, she thrust her hips into his thrusting digits.
