Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

Chapter 2

Glancing at the door of his office as it opened, Samuel groaned dramatically at the sight of the folders being carried by Lorenzo as he walked through it. It was definitely the folders, battered and wine stained, that earned the groan, and not Lorenzo’s resemblance to a certain person back in Melbourne. Although Samuel could hardly hold Lorenzo’s family against him. Samuel had already known that Lorenzo was a Beltrame when he’d agreed to come work in Mt Gambier, but barely more than that considering their ten-year age gap. Lorenzo and Andretti hung out with Albie, Gio, and the other older cousins whenever they came to Melbourne for Sunday lunch.

Not that Samuel could say that about Lorenzo now.

After eight weeks of working at the winery, Samuel had come to know both men intimately. And while he’d sought the move away from Melbourne to get over…him… he’d not expected to fall into bed with someone else this quickly, let alone two of them. Hell, Samuel had thought it’d take him ages to move past his unrequited feelings for Pauli and that falling into bed with someone would feel like he was cheating despite his friendship with Pauli having never taken that step. Never would either. Not with the way Pauli clung to his supposed heterosexuality like it was a life raft.

And yeah, there was something refreshing about dating men who were much older than him. He didn’t have to question their motives, their desires, their anything… not like he’d constantly done with Pauli since they’d first become horny teenagers.

“Come on,” he whined. “Those can’t all be for me?”

Lorenzo chuckled, kicked the door shut behind him and sauntered over to the desk. Dropping the folders on it, Lorenzo rounded the desk and leaned against it, facing Samuel while throwing him a cheeky smile. “Maybe I simply needed an excuse to escape the chaos out there”—gesturing at the world outside Samuel’s office—”and spend time kissing you instead.”

Samuel chuckled wryly and shook his head. He wasn’t surprised at all when Lorenzo’s fingers skated over his jaw and then gripped his chin tight, tilting his head enough for their mouths to meet with a kiss. Samuel shivered as the chaste pecks quickly turned into something far more passionate that demanded all of his attention. And he was only too willing to give it despite the amount of work Samuel needed to do before Andretti and Lorenzo could launch their new wine label.

But who needed information on crop yields, productivity, market reach, and past profit and loss records? Right, Andretti and Lorenzo did.

Fuck, whose bright idea was it to start a winery solely for the purposes of increasing drug sales and laundering money?

Because did he really need to pour over accounts for them right now? It’d be far easier to blow it all off and, well…blow other things that were far more exciting than his numbers.

Samuel’s chest rose and fell with each ragged breath while a low whine of complaint left his lips when Lorenzo pulled back with a satisfied grin. “Why did you stop?”

It wasn’t like they weren’t both fucking hard now, and they didn’t need to wait for Andretti or seek his permission before doing anything. They’d quickly disabused him of that belief, pointing out they like to share and they did so without limitations once they’d chosen to bring someone into their relationship. The one point they hadn’t told him was that both preferred to do the fucking. Samuel’s arse could quickly attest to the fact that nowhere in the vineyard was off limits either and that both men were prone to exhibitionism. It was how he’d stumbled into their arms in the first place. The bonus for Samuel was that neither man demanded all of him, quite happy to allow for a piece of him to remain firmly attached to Pauli, even if they weren’t aware that’s who he’d left Melbourne to escape.

Except that Samuel was supposed to be getting over his crush on Pauli, not clinging to it harder.

“Because I really do need to go work. Andretti is meeting with a graphics designer to organise all the labels, logos, websites, and all that stuff… which means I need to interview prospective winemakers.”

“Surely you’ve got to time for more than a kiss… or why not let one of your partners in the winery to do it?” He didn’t think it was an impossible expectation that one of the higher ups in the Devil Hawks MC took on some of the management roles in the new company. It did bear the MC’s name after all.

Lorenzo laughed and pressed a kiss to Samuel’s lips but refused this time to deepen it further. “No, I actually want a decent vintner working for us. We are planning to produce a real end product to sell through the state, and I don’t think Angus, or his boys, know anything about wine.”

Samuel sighed and leaned back against his chair. “Yeah, okay… that’s fair. I don’t really want my reputation in the finance world ruined because of bad wine.”

“Your…reputation?” Lorenzo asked, arching an eyebrow as he did. “I didn’t think you had one. No one’s put you in a CFO role yet, have they?”

Wincing, Samuel shook his head, unable to deny the truth. He’d not even been given the role of CFO at the winery either, even though it’d need one. Technically, he was only on loan from the financial arm of the Tomasi Corporation where he’d worked as an assistant for his father since he’d graduated university. By that Samuel meant he worked on all the menial accounting and financial management tasks that his father didn’t have time to deal with, such as doing audits of businesses the family wanted to acquire. But if Andretti and Lorenzo asked him to stay on as their CFO… Samuel was pretty sure he’d say yes.

Unless Pauli gave him a reason to return to Melbourne.

He didn’t think that’d happen.

“So, what’s in the files then?” Samuel asked while reaching for them. Wherever they’d been stored, it hadn’t been a safe place, not with all the wine stains that were on them. Although at least here, for now, he could assume confidently that reddish stains on paper-based files were wine and not blood.

“Angus found them in the office attached to the winemaking building, or whatever it’s officially called… they appear to be relating to the equipment there. Lots of numbers and words that I have no understanding of.”

Samuel huffed and opened the first folder, quickly noting that it related to the commercial grape crusher. Each page stated the amount that had been paid for the piece of equipment, depreciation costs, repairs made, and when it was replaced. A quick skim over the pages of data and Samuel was able to see that the grape crusher in the shed at the moment was due to be replaced, although they might be able to stretch out its useful life for a few years after the depreciation stopped being paid on it. He’d need to talk with Ryland as their cousin had more experience with the extended use of such equipment on his vineyard.

“Great. Thanks. It won’t take me long to work through these.”

And it wouldn’t. Not really. Going through the past records of the winery his cousins had acquired wasn’t a hard task to do, not when they’d all been meticulously kept, or at least it would’ve been if they’d been stored in a central location instead of scattered across different parts of the vineyard. Hell, Samuel’s first thought, when he’d realised their filing system didn’t match their method of record keeping, was that the previous owners had been involved in something dodgy. Andretti had laughed at his suggestion and quickly pointed out that wasn’t the case, but it hadn’t stopped Samuel from looking for discrepancies in the accounts passed to him. It wasn’t as though he didn’t have some experience in such practices, and that was a part of the reason Everett and their father had been happy for Samuel to come here.

“Of course, it won’t.” Lorenzo grinned at him, brushing his fingers over Samuel’s lips one last time before he pushed off the desk and headed for the door. “And even if it did,” he said, throwing the words over his shoulder as he stepped out into the hallway. “Retti and I would soon drag you away from your figures and then fuck you hard enough to forget them.”

“Fuck, you’re a bastard,” he yelled after Lorenzo, knowing the man had deliberately left him in a state of arousal.

They always did.

Both of them.

Samuel groaned and thudded his head on the desk, sorely tempted to step into his private bathroom and rub one out to ease the fucking pressure behind his zipper. He wouldn’t though when Lorenzo and Andretti weren’t the only employees of the vineyard who entered his office with files in hand or questions. There were only three people Samuel was prepared to have walk in on him during a moment like that, and one of them was back in Melbourne.