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Claiming the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #7)
Author: Kennedy Fox








“Knox…we’re gonna get caught.” Larissa giggles as I brush my lips over her neck.

“Not if you stay quiet,” I state. “Kneel.”

She licks her lips in anticipation as she undoes my belt buckle and unzips my jeans. People chatter in the hallway as we hide in the cleaning closet of the community center before the bachelor auction starts. Grandma Bishop makes me and all the single ranch hands participate, as she does every year, and since it’s for charity, most of us don’t argue. No one is dumb enough to disagree with her anyway.

However, this year is different since most of my cousins are engaged or married now.

Larissa pulls out my cock and wraps her palm around my length. When she sees my double frenum piercing, she looks up at me with wide eyes. Smirking, I slide my fingers through her hair and pull. Her head slightly falls back, giving me the perfect angle. “Open.”

Her cheeks heat as she obeys, and I shove myself down her throat. “Now suck.”

She slides me between her lips, then pumps my shaft until my balls tighten. Several minutes later, I release on her tongue.

“Fuck,” I grunt when she hollows her cheeks, milking every drop. “You’re good at that.”

She wipes her chin with a prideful grin, then stands. “Do you want—?”

“I gotta go. The auction is startin’ soon, and my grandma will kill me if I’m late,” I tell her, adjusting my Wranglers and button-up shirt. I don’t usually wear clothes like this, but Grandma gave us a dress code.

“Oh.” Her expression is pure disappointment. I never gave her the impression that this meant anything. She chased me, and I won’t deny a blow job from a pretty girl.

“See ya ’round, darlin’.” I kiss her cheek because I’m a gentleman, after all, then grab my black cowboy hat. Without checking if it’s clear, I open the door and leave.

On the way to the staging area, I see the place is packed with women of all ages. A group of Bishop girls sits in the front. Then I see my parents with my twin brother, Kane, and Grayson, one of the ranch hands who works at my family’s ranch too.

“We’re ’bout to start. Y’all ready?” my mom asks. She’s the emcee this year. “I’m announcing you first so you can’t run off on me.”

I groan with an eye roll. Considering I’m twenty-six and have participated every year since I was eighteen, she’s being dramatic. “You know that isn’t necessary. But I understand wanting to set the standard with the best.” I adjust my collar.

Kane shakes his head. We may be identical, but he’s more introverted and reserved than I am. He also gets way less pussy because he’s obsessed with his best friend, Hadleigh.

Grayson stands next to him with his arms crossed and a shit-eating grin plastered on his pretty-boy face.

“What’s the smug look for?” I ask, nudging him.

“Nothin’. Just looking forward to this year’s event.”

I study him. “You hopin’ this’ll be the year Kenzie bids on you, huh? Don’t get too excited.” I laugh because I know better. Kenzie’s my older cousin who can’t stand him, yet he keeps trying to get her attention. She only gives it to him in the form of snarky comebacks and flipping him off.

He grunts. “Yeah, we’ll see.”

“’Kay, I’m going to welcome everyone and get things started. You boys come out when I call ya.” Mom smacks her lips on my cheek, and although I’m a grown-ass man, she continues treating me like a five-year-old kid.

“Welcome to another bachelor auction. I hope y’all brought your wallets because every penny raised tonight is goin’ to the local food pantry,” Mom announces into the microphone. “I’ve been to my fair share of these, and it’s safe to say, the selection gets better and better.”

The crowd chuckles.

“Excuse me, woman?” Dad steps on stage with his own microphone. “Better than me?”

“Who gave you that?” Mom scolds, and the audience erupts into laughter.

“I have my ways,” he taunts.

“Well you’re no spring chicken, my darlin’. But I would’ve spent all my money to win you.”

Their corniness has me rolling my eyes.

“You tryin’ to sugar me up now?” Dad asks.

Then I hear Kaitlyn, my little sister, groan in the front row. She’s next to Hadleigh and Kenzie, and they laugh at her expense.

Finally, my parents quit their act and begin the auction.

“I may be biased as his mother, but this first guy is a looker. At six-foot-three, Knox Bishop is tan, muscular, and will keep you on your toes just like his daddy.”

“Mom…” I scold as I walk down the runway, giving the ladies my best flirty expression. I know these dates that we have to go on aren’t real, but the money is for a good cause, so I try to earn as much as I can for the food bank. Plus, I know it makes Grandma Bishop happy to see so many actively participating to win a night with the one and only. While Eldorado, Texas, is a small town, I’m rarely disappointed by the women who’ve won me over the years.

“But he’ll also keep ya laughing for days.” Mom winks at me. “Let’s start the bid at fifty.”

I strut around, tipping my cowboy hat at the ladies going wild. A dozen paddles fly up at once, including Hadleigh’s. She’s a nurse at the hospital and usually has to work, so this is the first time in years she’s made it. Apparently, she told Kane she planned to bid on both of us so neither of us felt left out. Though truthfully, I don’t care if she tries to win me. I’ve never worried about not getting a date.

As soon as the squealing fills the room, Hadleigh looks around in horror, and I bite back a smile. Apparently, she underestimated her competition.

Mom ups the bid to seventy-five, then one hundred, and it quickly shoots up to one fifty. Seconds later, it’s at two hundred, then two fifty. Jesus, they’re relentless.

Someone in the crowd shouts, “Three hundred!” I recognize Sarah Cooke’s voice. She’s older, and some of my cousins don’t like her. Shit just got a lot more interesting.

“That bitch!” I hear Hadleigh curse. She’s pissed, and it looks like she’s sweating.

I won’t deny that I like the attention and enjoy witnessing them fighting for me. Grinning, I glance at Mom, who ups it to three fifty.

All but two paddles lower—Hadleigh’s and Sarah’s.

“Goddammit,” Hadleigh grinds out.

“Three seventy-five?” Mom asks.

Hadleigh shoots Sarah a death glare as if to dare her to keep bidding. I’m not sure why she’s so hell-bent on winning, but I’m grateful as hell not to be stuck with Sarah.

We all watch as Sarah slowly lowers her arm, and Hadleigh smirks in victory.

“Alright, three fifty to Miss Hadleigh Callaway!” Mom announces loudly. Hadleigh’s strawberry-blond curls bounce in her ponytail as she gloats.

I flash Hadleigh a wink, then leave the stage as Grayson passes me. “Good luck,” I taunt.

He acts as if he’s gonna have the ladies going wild.

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