Can't Buy Love (MM)

Honey Haven 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 27,763
24 Ratings (4.6)

[Siren Publishing: The Lynn Hagen ManLove Collection: Alternative Contemporary Paranormal Romantic Suspense Romance, MM, shape-shifter, HEA]

Inside Henry is a beautiful butterfly dying to burst free. Yes, that’s a euphemism for the repressed man desperate to lose his virginity. His brother is a controlling jerk who thinks he can tell Henry what to do just because he has money. So far that held true for Henry, until they check into Honey Haven and Henry spots a gorgeous man standing by the front counter. A man he’s determined to give his V card to.  

Someone Morgan knew from high school shows up at Honey Haven and it’s obvious that Jude Keeler has done well for himself. Morgan doesn’t deny that he’s an uptight person, but Jude has Morgan’s primness beat hands down. But it’s Jude’s younger brother who piques Morgan’s interest. The little virgin is shy and represses his urges, but Morgan is determined to unleash Henry’s desires, even if he has to go through Jude to get to him. 

Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
Can't Buy Love (MM)
24 Ratings (4.6)

Can't Buy Love (MM)

Honey Haven 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 27,763
24 Ratings (4.6)
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I am enjoying this series very much! What could be more fun than roaming the halls of a historic hotel surrounded by forests and abandoned buildings? Plus the romances have been solid and I can see how the couples are what each other needs. I hope there really are ghosts! ;P



Morgan’s wingtip shoes echoed across the floor as he crossed the lobby and headed to the front counter. As he walked, he took in the number of guests waiting to check in or sitting by the big window that overlooked the circular driveway.

It was good to see Honey Haven back on her feet after the rough year and a half they’d endured. And even if admitting it only to himself, the handyman, Kieran, had a lot to do with it. But so did Owen, who’d insisted on giving the lobby a facelift. Gone were the stuffy, musty chairs by the window, replaced with leather barrel chairs that complemented the décor.

The outdated and nonworking microwaves in the rooms had been replaced, and a lot of repairs had been taken care of since Kieran and Shane had worked side by side for six months to bring the hotel back to her former glory.

“You called me?” Morgan asked as he walked behind the counter where Caleb was checking in a family of four. He smiled politely at the parents and prayed their children didn’t tear up their room.

“That guy over there”—Caleb nodded toward the artfully decorated back wall—“says he knows you.”

Morgan’s gaze bounced between the guests until he spotted the man Caleb was referring to. No. That couldn’t be. Morgan hadn’t seen Jude Kreeler since high school, and even back then, he couldn’t stand the guy. Why had Jude asked for him?

In high school Jude had been on the debate team, had joined the chess club, and had engaged in other activities that involved a level of intelligence that he’d proudly flaunted. The guy had been a pompous jackass back then, and Morgan doubted Jude had changed much.

With a sigh of resignation, Morgan crossed the lobby. Jude stood an inch taller than Morgan, was wiry, and had a head full of blond hair and a haughty expression in his hazel eyes. 

But that wasn’t what caught Morgan’s attention. Not by a longshot. He noticed the shorter man standing next to Jude, and damn, he was a sight to behold.

“Jude Kreeler,” Morgan said as he approached.

Jude turned and gave Morgan what he could only describe as the fakest smile he’d ever seen. It was so plastic that it should’ve cracked. The guy looked as though he ate arrogance for breakfast and shit self-importance afterward.

Already Morgan wanted to walk away, but he’d been raised with manners, so he shook Jude’s hand when the man offered his.

“What brings you to Honey Haven?” Morgan slid his gaze to the guy standing next to Jude before giving his “friend”—and he used the term loosely—his attention.

“Henry and I were passing through, and I decided to stop by and see how you were doing.”

That was straight-up bullshit, but Morgan smiled. “Henry?”

Jude waved toward the guy standing next to him. “My little brother.”

“I’m not little,” Henry grumbled, but he smiled at Morgan and extended his hand. “It’s nice to make your acquaintance.”

When Morgan touched Henry’s hand, sparks flew. Henry’s hazel eyes widened as he stared at Morgan, but he quickly cleared his throat, peeked over at his brother, and pulled his hand away.

Fuck me. Morgan couldn’t stop staring at Henry. The guy couldn’t be more than five-foot-three, with pretty hazel eyes and sandy-blond hair. He was also as thin as a reed and wore the tightest jeans. Morgan was willing to bet it took three of Henry’s thighs to match one of his.

“Please, let’s have a seat.” Morgan waved toward the barrel chairs, grateful that they were now unoccupied. When Henry sat, Morgan tried to sit next to him, but Jude took the middle seat.

“I see business is doing well,” Jude said, “considering what I’ve read in the papers.”

Henry winced and looked away.

“Yes, well, we’ve bounced back and are doing great.” Morgan didn’t want to sit and talk shop with Jude. He wanted to pull Henry into his lap and explore his mouth.

Which wasn’t like him. Morgan usually enjoyed talking about the hotel or anything finance related. But his gaze was drawn to Henry time and again, no matter how many times he told himself that it was rude to openly stare at the guy.

 “I’m an investment banker now,” Jude said. “I run my own company. Perhaps you’ve heard of Kreeler Investments?”

“I’m sorry, but no.” Caleb was the financial whiz in their family. Morgan ran the HR department, as small as it was, although he did have a say when it came to the purchases. Shane was a bellhop, handyman’s assistant, and an all-around pain in the ass on most days.

And Denver. Morgan shut that thought down, because every time he thought of their second-oldest brother his chest ached.

Jude didn’t look happy that Morgan hadn’t the first clue about his company. Morgan prided himself with staying current with the news. He’d honestly never heard of Kreeler Investments but now knew why Jude had come here.

To rub Morgan’s nose in his success.

“Do you have a penthouse suite available for the weekend?” Jude asked. “Our travels have tired me and a good rest before we continue would be wonderful.”

The only penthouse suite they had was the attic suite, which belonged to Denver. “I’m sorry, but no. We do, however, have a few luxurious rooms to offer you.”

Morgan hoped they were available.

Jude looked as though he was considering the rooms as Morgan’s gaze crept back to Henry. The little blond was sneaking peeks at Morgan from the corner of his eye. Morgan had an irresistible urge to wink at him.

As if reading his mind, Henry blushed and looked toward the front window. He had his hands tucked between his knees while he bit his lower lip, and then his gaze wandered right back to Morgan.





Morgan chuckled, and the sound sent ripples through Henry.

“How about I taste your lips again?”

“You’re not tired of kissing me?”

“Honey, I don’t think I’d ever get tired of kissing you.”

Henry’s swim trunks grew so tight that he was positive they would split at the seams. His dick was hard, and he was ready for anything Morgan suggested.

“I have an even better idea.”

One of Morgan’s brows arched. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

After sliding off Morgan’s lap, Henry lowered himself to his knees. He reached for Morgan’s zipper but hesitated as he looked up at the guy.

“I’m all yours.” Morgan undid his slacks and slid them, along with his underwear, down his thighs. His cock slapped free, and Henry’s eyes bulged.

Oh boy. He was definitely in over his head. He’d never sucked cock before, and he was gonna start with Morgan’s large dick? Crap. He hoped he could get through this without gagging.

Morgan grabbed the base and levered it toward Henry’s lips. “Take as much as you want.”

Henry wanted it all. He just hoped he was up for the challenge. Blowing out a few short breaths, Henry parted his lips and took the head into his mouth, moaning when Morgan’s pre-cum exploded across his taste buds. It was as if something had unleashed inside him, and he forced his foot not to tap rapidly against the floor.

Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?

Morgan hissed and slouched back, sagging against the wall as he held on to the base. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he stared down at Henry. The tips of his canines were showing, spurring Henry to take even more. He slid his lips farther down Morgan’s cock, using his tongue to trace the heavy veins.

“Damn, that’s good,” Morgan moaned. “Just take what you can.”

Henry pressed his hands into Morgan’s thighs, sucking and licking while trying to breathe through his nose. It wasn’t easy, and his eyes watered, but he wasn’t giving up. He would master oral sex even if it gagged and killed him.

As much as he didn’t want to, Henry had to tap out. His lungs were starving for oxygen, and his jaw was killing him.

When he pulled back, he rested on the balls of his feet as he looked toward the floor. Some lover he’d turned out to be. He couldn’t hold a cock in his mouth more than five minutes without needing to back off.

Morgan’s low growl surprised Henry. He glanced up and saw the hunger in Morgan’s eyes, the lust, the need, and damn if it wasn’t sexy as hell.

“I’m-I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Morgan toed his shoes off.

“For sucking at sucking,” Henry said. “I guess my secret it out.”

“That you’re a virgin?” Morgan stood and shoved his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. “Honey, I knew that before we even came up here.”

“But how?” And what on earth was Morgan doing? Why was he getting naked? Henry was sure he knew why…but why? If he was horrible at giving head, he was pretty sure having sex would be a catastrophe. Morgan would probably stop halfway through and walk out on him.

Morgan tore his shirt over his head and stood in front of Henry gloriously naked. Fuck, he had a banging-ass body. Henry’s thoughts scattered as Morgan moved around him and stood in the middle of the room. He crooked a finger, and Henry went.

He stood there, gazing up at Morgan. “Yes?”

“Get that robe and trunks off.”

Henry’s thoughts ping-ponged around as he did what Morgan demanded. He shivered as he stood there naked, crossing his arms as he looked at the windows behind Morgan.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

Henry jerked his attention to Morgan. “I am?”

“You’re joking, right?”


“Then you’re blind to your own beauty.” He ran a finger down Henry’s chest. “No one has ever told you how gorgeous you are?”

“Maybe once, but we were drunk, and I thought he was just saying that to get into my pants.”

“He probably was.”

“But he didn’t.” Henry didn’t mean to sound so sour. “Jude made sure of that. He nearly caught us, and I hurried the guy out, terrified Jude knew what we’d been up to.”



“Can we not talk about your brother right now?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Henry bit his lip as his mind went completely blank. “Then what do we talk about?”

“Nothing at all.”

Morgan pulled Henry into his arms, and this time, it was so much better. They didn’t have any clothes on, and the skin-to-skin contact made Henry lightheaded. Morgan’s cock was trapped between them while Henry’s was pressed into Morgan’s thigh.

He took Henry down to the rug, kissing his neck, jaw, and then nipped his ear, sending ripples of pleasure through Henry.

I’m about to get my world rocked while Morgan is probably indulging in another lazy Saturday afternoon. Henry shoved those thoughts away while instinctively curling his legs around Morgan’s waist. He didn’t want to think about Morgan being with another man, not when Henry wanted to belong to him.

Morgan grabbed something out of the pocket of his slacks. He used his teeth to open the small packet then spread the clear liquid on his fingers, only proving Henry’s point since the guy carried lube around with him.

After this was over, Henry would be welcoming heartbreak while Morgan went back to his life.

You really need to stop being so morose.

With a sigh, Henry let those thoughts fade and watched as Morgan tucked his fingers between Henry’s ass cheeks. Morgan locked gazes with him as his fingers worked their way into Henry’s body.


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