Win roughly pushed his fingers through his sweaty hair and paced. Mrs. Grover had come while he was at work, and she’d talked to Troy. The other man said it was a nice visit, but Win didn’t believe it. Kendall’s family was going to try to take away his daughter, but he’d just found her. Win wouldn’t survive losing her, and would Troy even stay after?

“What else did she say?” he demanded.

“Hey, hey, relax, breathe.”

Troy’s soothing voice normally helped him calm down, but it wasn’t working. His boyfriend’s slender arms twined around his waist and stopped his pacing. “I can’t lose her.”

“You’re not going to lose her, baby. From what she said, she went to bat for you. Actually made sure you got Bella. Everything is fine…nothing is falling apart. That beautiful little girl is yours, and only yours.”

“No, she’s not.” Win loved Troy, he hadn’t said it, yet neither had Troy, but he knew the man did. Being with Troy felt natural as if this was the person he was supposed to spend his life with. Part of him regretted waiting so long, for being afraid of taking that step, but the other side was happy it happened this way.

“Win, don’t,” Troy ordered.

“She’s ours,” Win whispered. He opened his eyes to find a teary gaze trained on him. “How many times do I have to say we’re a family before you believe it?”

“I’m a worrier, Win, always have been. I know we’ve had the talk, we explained things to Bella, but you’re still holding back. I can feel it, I hate to sound all whiny, but it makes me a little insecure. I’m not all that experienced or exciting. I’m a skinny kindergarten teacher with dreams of white picket fences, what is that?”

As Troy talked, the man stroked his back like a kid would rub a security blanket or stuffed animal. He didn’t like that he made Troy feel insecure. He'd thought he was doing the right thing, going in steps, and not rushing, but maybe it was more his fear than Troy’s getting the better of him.

“Troy, this is all my fault, I thought I was doing this right. I didn’t want you to feel like just another in a line, because that’s not how I see you. You’re the only one, the last. This, what’s happening between us, and us being Bella’s dads, it’s not what I’m used to. I’m really trying like hell not to repeat what I’ve done in the past.”

“You’re doing great with Bella.”

“What about with you?”

“Ignore me; it’s just my sexual frustration talking.”

Troy’s statement sounded jokingly enough, but he sensed that it wasn’t just a funny to break the tension.

“Oh…” Win started noticing the slim hands rubbing up and down his back, and the way Troy was molded to him.

Now that the panic of Mrs. Grover’s unexpected visit had passed, he was alone with Troy. He’d received an emergency call out just as he had started to clock out and had just made it home. Bella was already asleep. Troy took care of so much around the house, Bella, the cooking, and he was reaping all the benefits of having his man around. What do I have to offer Troy in return?

“I can practically see the wheels turning, what’s going on?”

“Am I fucking this up?”

“No, you're not fucking up. Don’t even think it. As frustrating as it is, I like the slow.”

“But?” Win knew there was a but.

“No, but…although…” The corner of Troy’s mouth turned upward into a flirty smirk. “I wouldn’t be averse to a little faster. We do already have the kid, and we’re practically living together.”

Win had noticed, yet he loved having his man around most nights. His bed felt empty when Troy went back to Brent’s. He fisted his hands in Troy’s t-shirt and slowly eased it upward. The slender man lifted his arms and allowed Win to remove it completely. He loved all of Troy’s smooth pale skin with the light dusting of freckles.

“How about a shower then bed?”

He took Troy's hips in his hands and backed up until he had Troy in the bathroom opposite his bedroom. He kicked the door closed.

As he worked Troy's belt and pants undone, he kept his gaze locked on Troy's. He didn't miss the sexy way Troy nibbled at his lush bottom lip. He still couldn't get over how lucky he was to have Troy. He lowered to his knees and slowly undressed Troy. Leaning in, he nipped at the softness of Troy's belly, then drew his lips down to nuzzle the curls at the base of his man's cock.

Troy's fingers combed through his hair, and he didn't hesitate to wrap his hand around the base of Troy's cock. He wrapped his lips around the broad, flared head. He shallowly bobbed along Troy's length, taking more each time until Troy's pubes tickled his nose. He groaned around the silky length and traced the veins with the tip of his tongue.

His man trembled and whimpered his name. He stroked his hands up the sides of Troy's thighs and around to palm the subtle curves of Troy's ass. Digging his fingertips into Troy's crease, he teased the wrinkled hole. It contracted under his touch.

He'd played with Troy's ass plenty of times, and he'd imagined the heat and grip of Troy's hole, but they hadn't gone past hand and blow jobs. He retreated until Troy's hard dick slipped from between his lips. He opened the cabinet under the sink to pull out the bag he'd stashed there. He pulled out the lube and box of condoms.

He tipped his head back. “Are you ready?”

A yes broke on Troy's lips, and the man nodded. He didn't miss the hard swallow that made Troy's Adam's Apple bob.

“If you're not, we can continue on. Your pleasure comes first.”

“No, it's okay, it's just been a long time.”

He twisted to place the items on the edge of the sink, and slowly got to his feet. As he stripped, he kissed Troy. Tasted each sigh and whisper of his name, only stopping to toss or kick clothes to the side. They came together roughly, and he fisted his hands in Troy's soft hair. He broke the kiss to grab the lube, and he ordered Troy to turn around and place his hands on the sink.

He stroked and kissed Troy's back, sucked at the side of Troy's throat as he gently stretched Troy until his man rode three fingers. His hands shook as he slid on the condom and once he was ready, he studied Troy's flushed face in the mirror. He lined up his cock with Troy's stretched hole, and he whispered calming words in Troy's ear. They became broken at the intense pressure around his dick.

He cursed as he wrapped Troy in his arms and started to move, slowly, building in speed as Troy slammed his ass back against his hips. Their grunts blended and Troy turned his head, so he took his man's mouth. Thrusting his tongue between his man's lips as he took Troy harder and faster. Sweat dampened his skin, and his toes curled into the thick rug under his feet. He desperately took Troy's cock in his hand, stroking the slender length and begged himself to hold on. His balls drew up tight, and he quickly pressed his forehead between Troy's shoulder blades and just as he was about to lose it, Troy yelled, and wet heat covered his hand. He hugged Troy tighter as he pushed balls deep and emptied into the condom.

The room smelled of sex and sweat, their breathing harsh and they both shook as they came down from the high of release. He gripped the base of the latex barrier and eased out of Troy. His cock jerked one last time seeing the reddened, swollen rim of Troy's hole. He tenderly massaged around it and loved the way Troy lifted onto his toes, the tips of his fingers slipped inside.

“Let's take a shower, baby.”

He disposed of the condom in a tissue.

He moved away to turn on the water. His back arched as Troy pressed flush to his back and his man's hands ruffled the hair on his belly. Once the water was just right, he turned in Troy's embrace and stepped into the shower dragging Troy inside. He couldn't stop himself from kissing and lovingly stroking every inch of Troy he could reach as steam filled the confined space.

“I love you,” he whispered and almost regretted it when Troy tensed.

Troy leaned back, and he didn't know how to interpret the expression on the man's beautiful face.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

His nerves suddenly made him want to pull away.

“I love you too. You and Bella are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Relief was so quick and intense that he nearly sagged.

After that, they were silent as they washed each other and he couldn't remember a time that he was this happy and relaxed. He had everything he'd always secretly dreamed of, and he'd do anything to keep it. He never wanted Troy to regret being his.