A/N Hey! Sorry for the delayish? I'm aware that's not a word aha, but um, enjoy this! I had fun writing this but reviews keep me going and going! They also manage to make my day so thank you for that :) Enjoy!

The week following his encounter with the beautiful brunette in the first stall had been a fairly busy one. He had established connections in England, China, Mexico and Paraguay. He'd be supplying all of the drugs distributed by said connections. It was now Sunday and the first time he had down time for just himself. Finn ran his fingers across the buttons on his PlayStation 3 remote, shaking his head once again before trying to focus. Throughout the eventful week he had had; there had been one thing that was consistent in his world of havoc and chaos, he couldn't keep his mind off of Rachel. The way her eyes, even hooded, were so warm and in a strange way so homey. The way her skin felt against his, her voice falling into moans with his own. He decided against actually talking to the brunette till he had down time but now the time had come and he had no idea what to say to her. This had never been a problem for Finn. He had always been a sweet talker and knew exactly what to say to get the pretty girls to pull their panties down. But he had already fucked Rachel and he had no fucking clue what to say. He didn't know a thing about this woman besides her name and that he had taken her virginity. How was he going to explain how he got her number? He cursed himself for leaving the stall without her number or his favorite Tom Ford v neck. He couldn't tell her that he had easily gotten her number with just knowing the girl's first name. Finn had several connections in the NYPD and he simply pulled up the cameras from that night, obtained a clear screen shot of Rachel entering the club and handed it over to be ran through the system. Maybe she was drunk enough to believe that he in fact gotten her number before he left the stall and disappeared. He released an exaggerated sigh before put the remote down, grabbing his phone along with the blunt he had sitting in the ashtray on the coffee table. He quickly lit the blunt, taking a couple of long hits before pulling up a message to Rachel.

You owe me a date.

After Finn left her alone in that stall Rachel cleaned up as good as she possibly could before exiting the stall; her walk of shame vilely enjoyable as she smiled at a few women still waiting for a stall. Once out the bathroom the brunette had quickly found Santana shacked up with some blonde and insisted they leave. She hadn't seen Finn the entire time she was looking for Santana and the tall man wasn't hard to miss. They left to Santana's, the Latina bitching about how she was so close to getting laid which only caused Rachel to blush and duck her head. Eventually the little diva had told Santana what happened in the stall.

"Wait, wait, wait, hold the fuck up." The Latina yelled from inside her en-suite bathroom. She quickly swung the door open, eyes wide as she stared at her best friend who was perched up on her bed, already in her pajamas.

"I had sex with Finn?" Rachel offered again, not sure why Santana was telling her to hold up, figuring the Latina hadn't heard what she said clearly.

"You're kidding, right?" Santana questioned, sitting on the bed beside Rachel only clad in a towel.

Rachel could only shake her head . "It was your sex ghost's fault!" She didn't expect this reaction from Santana of all people.

"Was he good to you?"

"He was perfect and he didn't even know it." Rachel mumbled, her mind going back to the stall. The way Finn had been so aggressive yet so caring made her wet all over again. She realized Santana hadn't said a word and turned her head to see the girl already fast asleep. "Liquor always shuts you right up." She pulled the covers up to Santana's chin before slipping in beside her. She still ached between her thighs and it was almost like she felt him inside of her still. A barely there smile crept on her lips as she gnawed on her bottom lip softly, eyes drifting close as she thought about the way his voice sounded when he called her baby.

After the initial shock life of Rachel's news, life continued normally for the two friends. Rachel had been more irritable in Santana's words but the brunette had just wanted the week to fly and for it to be Friday once again. Once it actually was Friday Santana had a smug look on her face as Rachel insisted they go to Underground Brooklyn but the night hadn't ended well when Rachel drank herself silly when she had realized Finn wasn't there and refused to dance the entire night. It was now Sunday and Rachel was still pretty much in a funk.

"This is what I get for losing my virginity to a stranger." She said to herself as she dropped the pile of sheet music onto her desk and flopping onto her bed dramatically. She had been trying to distract herself from thinking about Finn. She yawned loudly, turning to her side and cuddling a pillow. Maybe a noon nap wouldn't be so bad. She had just closed her eyes when she heard her phone buzz on her nightstand. She'd be a liar if she didn't admit a little pang of hope ran through her heart as she reached over, quickly unlocking her phone. The squeal that left her lips a she stood up on her bed was probably the loudest she'd ever remember, it even shocked her.

"You owe me a date!" She shouted to herself as she began bouncing up and down on the bed. It wasn't till there was a light knock on the door and her daddy popped his head in that her jumping ceased.

"Are you okay, Rachie?"

"Yes daddy, I just got really awesome news!" Rachel squealed out.

"Is that so baby? Did you get a new solo?"

"Yes daddy! Yes that's exactly it a solo." She sat down on her bed, eyes looking up to her father still in his suit from work.

"I can't wait to hear it." Were the last words she heard before her door closed and her fingers began racing all over her keyboard. He didn't even say it was him but she knew.

Is that so? You might want to cash that debt in before it expires.

She was just about to put her phone down as another text lit the screen of her iPhone.

In that case be ready in an hour?

Her eyes nearly fell out of her head as she read. An hour? Was she ready to see Finn in an hour? Her fingers danced along the screen once again quickly.

Yes, of course. Where would you like me to meet you?

I'll come and get you.

Rachel was already throwing things out of her closet, phone clenched tightly in her hand as she did so. She smiled at his text message, stopping the throwing she had been doing to reply.

I'm from the Bronx.

She selected a crème colored pencil skirt that ended a few inches underneath her ass and a loose peach tube top. She had no idea where they were going but she figured it wouldn't make her fathers wonder where she was going and she wouldn't look like an oversized third grader. Eyes quickly darted back to her phone when she felt it vibrate.

I know, I could tell in the accent. I'll text you when I'm outside.

She nodded to the phone as if he could see her before slipping into her oversized en-suite, a smile plastered on her face as she thought about seeing Finn. She just wanted to know more and more about the tall man. Hopefully curiosity wouldn't kill the cat.

Rachel waved to Martin, an infectious smile on her as she skipped down the steps of the building. When she finally spotted him her mouth dropped. He was fucking driving a motorcycle. She shook her head, smiling when she saw him pull his helmet out and offer her a cheeky smirk. She walked to him, a wave of shyness washing over her.

"Hi."

"Hey you." He responded as his eyes scanned down her endless legs. He hadn't seen her legs before properly but holy fucking shit. She was tiny but her legs were simply the best he'd seen. It wasn't till Rachel cleared her throat that Finn realized she had been talking to him. His eyes quickly met hers as it was his turn to blush. "Uh, what?"

"I asked what we were gonna do silly." Rachel giggled softly, shuffling on her peep toe wedges. The blush on his cheeks was so adorable.

"You'll see. Are you gonna be able to ride in that outfit?" He asked, his hands already busy grabbing what seemed like a pink helmet.

"Yeah, I should be okay." She stated, grabbing the pink helmet he was holding out to her.

"It's my best friend's. I thought you'd like pink better than black." He justified when he saw her eyeing the pink helmet.

"Well please thank her for allowing me to borrow her helmet." Rachel stated as she pulled the helmet onto her head, mentally thanking herself for wearing her hair in a messy braid.

Finn chuckled as he watched Rachel struggle with strapping her helmet, moving over to help her get it before patting her head softly. "All done."

"Thank you."

Finn only smiled back before moving back to the side of his all black motorcycle, down to the rims. He lifted his leg over the bike, straddling it before setting his helmet on the top of his head and looking over to Rachel. "Ready?"

Rachel nibbled on her bottom lip, continuing to shuffle on her wedges nervously. Rachel Berry was definitely not the motorcycle riding type. She had actually made a sixteen slide power point in pro of banning motorcycles her Junior year. But here she was with this beautiful man. She felt like all her established rules broke for him. She carefully walked over to him, taking the hand he was offering her before slowly pulling her leg over the bike. She didn't realize that her skirt would rise and the heat the motorcycle was emitting felt like it was burning her bare skin.

"Get closer." Finn instructed and Rachel complied, pulling herself closer till her bare thighs were wrapped around Finn from behind. When she felt his rough, yet sweet hands on her bare shin she nearly fell off the bike.

"You have to keep your legs here or it won't be pretty and we wouldn't want legs like those to suffer any burns." Rachel nodded, her eyes glued to Finn's hands as they trailed up her shins from her ankles before settling her foot on the peg. Finn let his helmet fully fall before he started up the bike. As the engine roared Rachel's heartbeat began to quicken. The adrenaline rush was more than she expected. She tightened her arms around Finn's mid section, giving a tight squeeze as the man pulled the bike off the curb and speed down the street.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Rachel chanted behind Finn, her eyes closing tight as the man looked over his shoulder for a second to smile down at her. He was only going fifty miles per hour and she was being so adorable so he wondered. When Finn pulled the bike into nearly ninety miles per hour Rachel was sure she was dead. She could feel the bike swaying from left to right as Finn weaved in between the cars waiting in traffic. It wasn't till a tight squeeze came up that Finn had no choice but to pop the bike's front wheel to pop a wheelie, his left hand coming up to hold Rachel's bunched hands at his mid section.

"You're trying to kill me." Rachel shouted as she opened her eyes and widened them comically.

"Am not, trust me."

"Are too, isn't this speed illegal" Rachel asked which only caused Finn to chuckle. Everything he did was illegal, it never stopped him before. Rachel was sure she could feel the bike slowing down, confirming her thoughts when the bike actually did stop and the brunette finally lifted her head from the back of Finn's shoulder, looking around. Manhattan?

"Why are we in Soho?" Rachel asked as she climbed off the bike, pulling her skirt down as she pulled the helmet off slowly, holding it out for Finn.

"You'll see."

"You said that last time and I'm seeing Soho." Rachel whined as Finn finished parking the bike, his eyes taking Rachel in once again. He noticed the dark spots of foundation on her neck and smiled to himself, letting his fingertip rub off some of the makeup covering the hickies he had left on her skin.

"You look so beautiful, Rachel." Finn said as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. He watched the blush gather to Rachel's cheeks which only made him want to smile harder.

"Thank you, Finn. You look beautiful as well." The diva stated and she wasn't lying. The man wore the simplest things and made them look like a million bucks. He was only wearing a pair of John Varvatos boots, black jeans and a crisp blue V neck but he looked so fucking good.

Finn interlaced their fingers, dragging Rachel deeper into Soho, headed towards Barney's. "Please tell me we're not going shopping?" Rachel asked, her hand feeling so perfect in the grasp of the tall man's.

"And if I said we were?" Finn asked, pulling Rachel against his side closer as the pace increased.

"I'd insisted that we didn't."

"Well I insist we do."

Rachel pursed her lips before looking up at Finn. "Are you trying to say my clothes are ugly?" Rachel asked in a teasing tone.

"No, but my brother says that a girl can never have too much clothes."

"You have a brother?" Rachel asked, her big doe eyes locked on Finn's face as she let her guide him.

"I do, a little one. I mean he's twenty but Mom and Burt treat him like he's a delicate flower." Finn joked. He only let go of Rachel's hand to hold the door open for her to enter.

Rachel smiled at Finn, whispering a sweet 'thank you' before stepping inside of Barney's. "Any sisters or other siblings? But your brother is a smart man. He's going to make some lucky lady very happy, maybe I should get his number instead of yours?"

The chuckle Finn emitted nearly made Rachel think she said something hysterical. "Well, first of all, Kurt's gayer than gay and it's only him and I. Secondly, I'm sure you wouldn't do that, I can already tell you like me." He winked as he finished, his hand reaching for Rachel's before leading her towards the women's section.

"Oh.." Rachel was sure she looked like a tomato right now. "Well, that just makes him even more fabulous." She had no idea what else to say so the girl busied herself by looking at adorable floral printed dresses.

"Yeah, Kurt's awesome." He shrugged before picking out his favorite dress from the ones Rachel was looking at. "This is my favorite." He suggested. He never really shopped for himself these days and shopping with girls usually resulted in Finn lost in some arcade he'd eventually find but he was making an honest effort which scared him to the core.

"I'm an only child." She offered as she turned to look at the dress in Finn's hand. It had a beautiful sweetheart neckline and flowed out from that, purple, white and black flowers printed all over the bottom of the dress, the top half a solid white. "Oh I love that dress." She cooed. "How did you know to pick my favorite color?" The diva asked, her body shivering from the graze her hand had against Finn's as she grabbed the dress from his hands and held it up against her body.

"Lucky pick?" He smirked, already knowing he'd be paying for that dress just from the look in Rachel's eyes. "Technically I'm an only child as well, my mother remarried and that's where Burt and Kurt come into play."

Rachel smoothed out the dress, allowing Finn to grab it as she followed his lead, continuing to walk throughout the store. "Oh, at least you have two dads and a mom like me."

Finn raised an eyebrow at Rachel's statement. "You have two dads and a mom?"

"I do. My fathers and my birth mother have a very strict agreement."

"Oh, well that's neat too I guess. But my real dad is dead."

"Oh.. I'm so sorry to hear that Finn." Rachel noticed the man's eyes get cold.

"It's okay, let's just shop, yeah?" And that's exactly what they did. Finn watched as the girl that insisted on not wanting to shop picked out a new pair of everything. When it finally came time to pay the total made Rachel's mouth drop. Of course her fathers had an extensive amount of money but they always limited her; claiming to trying to teach her the value of a dollar.

"You can't pay for this stuff."

"Well, why not?" Finn asked as he pulled out his wallet.

"It's nearly twenty thousand dollars!" Rachel all but yelled which made Finn chuckle.

"It's okay, a beautiful girl like you deserves the best." At this Rachel blushed and parted her lips to protest again but Finn's card had already been slid and accepted so Rachel just grabbed the man's hand again and leaned against his side. They had been together for nearly three hours now and he still hadn't tried to kiss her. Maybe this was all an act, maybe he felt bad about popping her cherry in a dirty stall and he thought he could buy her happiness. The thought alone formed a lump in her throat that she forced herself to swallow down as Finn grabbed the majority of her bags, handing her a tiny bag to carry as they exited.

"How are we supposed to carry all of this stuff on the bike?" Rachel asked as she eyed it.

"Don't you worry your pretty little mind about anything."

Just as the words left Finn's lips, an all black Mercedes SUV pulled up behind the man's motorcycle. Finn smirked as he opened up the back door and placed Rachel's bags inside before the passenger in the SUV could get out. He grabbed the single bag in Rachel's hand and tossed it back there as well before closing the door and slapping it twice, the SUV pulling off the curb before Rachel could get a good glance at the men.

"Were those your friends?"

"Something like that." Finn was already on the bike, helmet on as he waited for Rachel to do the same. The brunette carefully pulled her helmet over her head and strapped it just like Finn had done before. With much more confidence than before she moved her left leg over the bike, straddling it. Her arms now wrapped around the man's hips, head held high.

"Let's ride." She murmured to him once she was settled and Finn took off from the curb. This time while the man in front of her was driving at speeds she was sure were illegal the brunette held her head up and looked around. It was like she was seeing an entirely different side of the city. Everything looked like a blur but so beautiful.

"Where are we going now."

"Food."

Rachel nodded, not bothering to say anything. Her ears were met with the sound of police sirens which caused Rachel to turn around and notice a couple of squad cars following them. She felt the blood rushing from her face as she realized that the car right behind them was her father's best friend, Officer Colbert.

"Finn, I think you're going too fast because there are cops following us." She nervously mentioned. The man currently increasing his speed just chuckled.

"I'm sure that's exactly why they're following us." He made a sharp turn down a side street, both cop cars doing the exact same thing.

"Please don't tell me we're gonna run from the cops. My fathers are going to have my head for this."

"Who says they're gonna catch us?" Finn asked, looking over his shoulder at Rachel's chocolate eyes before looking back at the cop cars. The fear in the girl's eyes only made him want to get away faster. He cut through an empty parking lot, gripping Rachel's hands in one of his to comfort her as he cut down another side street, the sounds of the sirens diminishing slowly. When he finally stopped his bike he was in Queens in front of one of his warehouses. He took his helmet off and looked behind himself to see Rachel's eyes shut as she rested her helmet covered head against him. His fingers worked the strapped, pulling her helmet off as he allowed his eyes to meet with hers again.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know."

"I'm sorry about that. I'll drive slower next time, I promise."

Rachel just smiled shyly, stepping off the bike and smoothing out her skirt. "It's okay, Fi-" Her words were cut off when Finn pulled her arm forcefully till her thigh hit his still bent knee, and pressed his lips to hers. All the air was stolen from her lungs at the contact before she let her hands rest on his shoulders, lips still sealed together. He had this way about him, always taking her by surprise. Once the kiss was finally broken from lack of air, Rachel panted, eyes a shade darker as she looked up at the man before here.

"Your lip-gloss tastes nice."

"It's Berrylicious. I use it for more reasons than one." Rachel cheekily flirted back.

Finn just raised a knowing eyebrow. Rachel hadn't asked how he knew where she lived or how he got her phone number. She also didn't know that he knew her name was Rachel Barbra Berry but nonetheless her adorable flirting made the older man smile.

"We're not staying here." He mentioned, his hand now playing with her fingers.

Rachel looked back at the building, eyebrows furrowing a bit as she looked back to Finn. "What is this place?"

"I own it." He said causally. Finn didn't want to run the risk of driving again, nor for himself but for Rachel's safety and he knew he couldn't take Rachel inside of the warehouse full of fucking drugs. He got off his bike, settling the helmets on the seat of his bike before he reached for her hand once again.

"You own this? And the club?"

"I don't own the club, I'm just the money."

"So you own it." Rachel stated as she fell into a slow strode with Finn. He just shrugged, the hand that wasn't interlaced with Rachel's playing with his keys as he lead them towards an all black soft top Lamborghini. "Like you own that." She stuttered out as her eyes followed the butterfly door to the passenger side pop open when Finn unlocked the car.

"This I must admit I do own this. One of my favorites."

Rachel got into the car gracefully, Finn closing the door carefully before making his way over to the driver's side and firing up the ignition. "Finn, what do you do exactly? The doe eyed girl asked when the man finally settled into his set.

"I own my own business." He said, eyes boring into hers. He was being truthful, he made that fucking mafia all by himself.

"Oh.." Rachel decided against asking more, instead she reached over and grabbed his hand. His hand was gigantic, it completely covered her entire hand and then some. Even with the size difference her hand felt so right in Finn's. "So food?" Rachel asked, flashing a smile as she began to brush her fingertips along Finn's knuckles softly.

"Yeah, food." Finn agreed, eyes glued to where Rachel's fingers caressed his knuckles. His eyes darted from her his knuckles to her lips and before he knew it his hand was holding onto her chin from underneath her jaw and he was pulling her forward to meet her lips in a kiss. Rachel instantly moaned into his mouth, her entire body jerking at the forcefulness in the kiss. Finn's free hand lost itself in Rachel's hair, tugging and pulling with need. He already felt his jeans tightening and it was fairly obvious to Rachel as well as she pulled away from the kiss and giggled.

"Someone's turned on." She said in a barely there whisper as she let her own hand travel across the center console and graze the bulge in Finn's skinny jeans, earning herself a buck of the hips to which she smirked. She was getting better at this, to be fair it was only her second time in a situation like this and yet again it was like she had lost all control. Before she knew it Finn was leaned back in his seat while Rachel unbuckled his belt and jeans. She missed when Finn nodded to two men standing near the entrance of the warehouse and they quickly disappeared inside. Finn couldn't help the grunt that escaped his lips when Rachel finally helped with the serious pressure he was feeling when the girl pulled out his hard dick. His eyes continued to go from Rachel's tiny hand, fisting his dick to the girl's eyes, the darker and more hooded they became the more it made him feel like he knew her, contrary to the truth. When Rachel began to drag her nails along his shaft lightly Finn knew he wasn't going to be satisfied till he was inside of her. He carefully began to lean her seat back, pushing it back as well as he before he climbed the center console, jeans hung around his ankles which made a very aroused Rachel giggle, and rested between Rachel's already widened legs.

"Fuck." Rachel moaned when she felt Finn's knee press against her soaked core. She instantly began to move herself against his bent knee, trying to achieve any friction he'd offer her. When Finn's lips captured the diva's neck, the girl's back arched completely. Finn lightly dragged the tip of his tongue from just below her ear lobe to the dips of her collar bones, making sure to leave his mark before peppering feather light kisses back up.

"I need you." Rachel whined, already pulling out her breasts from her strapless bra and tube top.

"Oh no baby, you're really gonna have to beg if you want this." He then proceeded to drag the tip of his dick along Rachel's wet slit, applying enough pressure to the right places which caused a raw moan to rip from Rachel's throat as Finn pulled away when the diva tried to push down.

"Please, please, just fuck me." Rachel shamelessly begged, her own hands massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. She felt like she was going to combust and she needed more, now.

"You're such a good girl, baby." Finn whispered into Rachel's ear. "I wanna see you first though." Before Rachel knew what was happening, her boy shorts were being pulled down while her skirt was being bunched up at her hips and Finn was on his knees in front of her, eyes glued to her wet pussy. Knowing his eyes were on her made her that much wetter. When she felt the man drag the full length of his tongue down her entire slit her upper body lifted off the seat, eyes glued on his actions. "That feels so good, Finn. You make me feel so good." The brunette panted out as she couldn't control her hips any longer and she began to grind against Finn's face, her tiny hands pulling on the man's hair while he sucked on her clit ever so softly before nipping then flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He knew when he actually buried his tongue inside of her that she was getting closer and closer from the clenching she was doing just around his tongue. He slowly dragged his tongue up and down her slit a couple of times, earning moans and screams from the now trembling brunette before he blew the wetness he had just created causing Rachel to shiver and goosebumps to rise on her flesh. His lips captured her clit again and this time he was relentless with her as he sucked on her perfect little bundle of nerves. "Oh my god, oh my god."

"Mhm, baby, tell me how good it feels." He continued to suck on her, eyes glued to her face, alternating between sucking, licking, nipping and rapidly flicking his tongue against her clit. He knew she was a goner when her entire body stiffened.

"Finn, you feel so good on him. So so good. Fuck, Finn." The last bit ripped through her throat as a scream when her entire body starting convulsing. Finn, still refusing to stop pleasuring Rachel, began to lap up all of her juices, her taste making him hungrier than before for the brunette. He could tell by the way that Rachel was still shaking that she was still mid orgasm and the man slipped two fingers into the brunette deeply, fingers curling and he was quickly greeted with the noise he wanted when Rachel's nearly diminished shaking picked up again.

"I have to stretch you out so I won't make you bleed again, babe." He defend his actions as he gave Rachel's clit a sweet kiss before leaning back to watch Rachel finish off her orgasm, his fingers still inside of her, helping her ride it out.

"Oh yeah.. God, yeah good idea. You're so so good to me." Rachel panted out, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She didn't even care that she had just gotten oral sex outside in a public place, much less did she care about the fact that she was naked. Finn had her in a trance and her only focus was him. When she finally came down from her high, her big brown orbs opened up to look up at Finn, a shy smile on her face. "Thank you." She whispered. Finn's only respond was leaning down to place a lingering and passionate kiss to Rachel's lips. He was quickly granted access into her mouth and Rachel couldn't help but to moan at the taste of herself on the man's mouth.

"You taste Berrylicious." Rachel mumbled against Finn's lips which caused him to chuckle.

"Best taste ever." He somehow managed to make his way from Rachel's lips to the woman's breasts and a perky nipple was captured between his lips within seconds. He tugged the nipple between his teeth, releasing her tit with a soundly pop after leaving a couple of marks there as well. Rachel's fathers were going to murder her but she needed him.

"D-Do you have a condom?" She asked hesitantly. She knew she didn't use protection in the bathroom stall, for heaven's sake Finn's come was running down her thighs but she needed to be safe about sex if she was going to be having it. She smiled when she saw Finn nod, opening the glove compartment before pulling out a magnum condom and tearing it open. Rachel's eyes watched his every action, before they fell onto his eyes when the condom reached the end of his shaft.

"You okay?" He asked softly as he carefully brushed a strand of hair from her face, eyes trying to read hers as he lined himself up with her, deciding on dragging the head up and down Rachel's slit at a teasingly slow pace. Rachel's hips lifted off of her seat when Finn teased her.

"Finn, don't tease." She hissed out, which caused the man to offer her his infamous smirk that she thought was perfection. Her eyes were set on his as she nodded. "You seem to make everything okay, I'm perfect." She felt tears swell up in her eyes. If only he knew her true meaning behind that was much deeper than being okay in that moment. Her emotions were getting the better of her and the brunette quickly turned her face. "Finn, please just fuck me okay?" A hand came up to swipe the falling tears and Finn's heart ached. He had no idea why Rachel was crying. He would be whatever she needed though, and she asked him to just fuck her and that's exactly what he'd do. He swipe his hand across her cheeks again, collecting the tears before he turned her face and pressed his lips against hers hard. He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip within seconds and was quickly granted access. Rachel moaned at the contact of their tongues, her hands running up Finn's back beneath his shirt, the man's toned muscles flexing beneath her fingertips. It wasn't till Finn was sucking on her bottom lip hungrily that she felt him enter her and her body felt complete.

"Fuck." She moaned out, her bottom lip still gripped between Finn's lips as he began to thrust into her, the entire car beginning to shake. Rachel's nails were now dragging along Finn's back in a desperate and needy pattern as she matched his thrusts, picking her hips off the seat to meet his in the air. The sound of Finn burying himself into Rachel's wetness filled the car and Rachel had long ago began moaning in a low chant almost, Finn was sure his back was bleeding when he picked up his pace, slamming into Rachel over and over.

"Right there, right there, right there." Rachel moaned out loudly as she dropped her hands from Finn's back to grip his ass, pulling him impossibly deeper as her walls began to flutter, her legs in the air twitching. Finn easily joined her in her climax when Rachel's moaned right into his ear, filling up the condom as Rachel gripped his ass harder, her entire body still trembling beneath him. He let his eyes fall to her still closed ones, taking in the perfect O her mouth formed and the barely there sweat glistening her skin. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her nose before fully pulling out of her. "Food." He stated which caused Rachel's lips to pull into a smile as she gave a lazily nod and repeated his word. "Food."

When Rachel finally got home that night it was nearly three in the morning. She tip topped past her soundly asleep fathers on the couch who had obviously been waiting for her as well as her cell phone which she had left on purpose after Finn had text her to let her know he was outside. She quietly went into her room, deciding to let them sleep and they'd obviously talk in the morning. Dinner had been perfect, he had driven her to a little Italian place right on the outstretch of the Bronx which she hadn't known about surprisingly and they talked about everything and anything. That's where she learned that the man was perfectly skilled in the drums and he learned that Rachel had big Broadway dreams. They kissed and cuddled throughout the entire dinner and he reluctantly drove her home, not without stealing a couple more kisses and a cheeky ass grab. Rachel had no clue where this thing with Finn was going to go but she knew that no matter what happened, she'd forever be grateful for the feelings he was already making her feel. Feelings she had never felt before.