Nathan's POV
The sun burned brightly on my back. Though I was wearing the linen clothes given to me by the women of the pack, it was still not enough to provide a shield from the sun. However, there really was nothing except a thick trench coat that could cover me up from the sun but would give me a heatstroke.
Kamari was on the other side of the farm, using the sickle to harvest the rice. He wasn't wearing a shirt, flexing the curvature and ridges of his body to onlookers. His skin had been tanned by the sun, but ever since knowing him, this color suited him best.
I bent down at the waist to harvest the rice, but the sudden ache made me stand upright. Memories of what happened between Derrick and me resurfaced. He make me suck him where everyone could see, totally ruining any potential relationship between Kamari and me even though there was nothing to begin with.
It didn't matter. That was what he wanted, and he was the master.
