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Chapter 18

It had been a week, more than enough time for the blood to leave both of their systems, and when Damon didn't have any more erotic dreams starring Bonnie he thought their link to each other was broken. He woke up smiling and in a good mood. He felt light and free, like a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His mind was free of the little witch and now he could carry out his plans to steal Elena from his brother.

But all his lightness vanished the morning he found out that a certain little witch was spending time with a certain should be dead werewolf. Damon was pissed. When he killed someone, they should stay dead. He wondered what little trick Mason had up his sleeve, maybe he had one of those rings like Alaric and Jeremy, but he thought that those didn't work on supernatural beings; however it was possible especially if Mason had some witch to spell the ring for him. He wondered if it was Bonnie. The mere thought of Bonnie being with Mason made him crazy, and the idea of him touching her, putting his big animal paws on her was making Damon lose his mind. Damon had thought that he was free of his feeling for Bonnie until he heard about her and Mason.

That morning, he had jumped in the shower and whistled while he washed himself, enjoying the feel of the water on his skin. He got out the shower, wrapping a white towel around his waist. He walked into his bedroom going to his closet when the sound of Caroline and Elena talking down stairs reached his ears.

"Bonnie use to be so afraid of motorcycles…I wonder how he convinced her to take a ride?" Damon heard Elena say to Caroline.

"Elena…Mason is a hot guy…what girl in her right mind would say no to a ride on the back of a Harley Davidson with a good looking, hunky guy?"

Elena chuckled. "I know…but Bonnie…it just doesn't seem like her."

"I was surprised too…that's why I took her picture on the back of the bike." Caroline said. Damon could hear her going through her purse to get her phone out to show Elena.

Before Elena could reach for the phone, it was swiftly snatched out of Caroline's outstretched hand. Both girls blinked in surprise as Damon stood next to them with Caroline's phone in his hand. The look on Damon's face was indescribable as he looked at the picture of Bonnie on the back of the motorcycle with her arms around Mason's waist. Next to Mason's big muscular frame, Bonnie looked so small and delicate. Both of them wore jeans but whereas Mason had on a white wife beater showing off his massive arms, Bonnie had on a black tank top but both wore black biker boots that looked somewhat similar. By their matching attire, it looked like this little bike ride had been planned. Damon's finger slipped and another picture popped up, showing Mason putting on Bonnie's helmet. He had seen enough. He crushed Caroline's phone in his hand.

Spending time with Mason was really healing for Bonnie. She realized that not all guys were moody and unpredictable. She liked that she could relax around Mason and not have to have her guard up. Another thing that Bonnie liked was that his touch was light, when Mason touched her; whether to help her get into a car or off his motorcycle, he wasn't rough with her. Because he was so big she just assumed that he couldn't be gentle. For some reason it just seemed like guys Mason size would destroy everything that they touched, but Bonnie quickly realized that it wasn't the size of a man that determined his ability to destroy, it was his intent.

Mason and Bonnie hanging out started off completely by accident. She was at the Lockwood mansion hanging out with Caroline and Tyler. They were in the movie room watching a movie on the gigantic screen. Everything was fine until Caroline and Tyler started to make out right in front of her. Bonnie felt so uncomfortable and a little pervy just sitting there watching as her best friend made out with her boyfriend, so she got up and walked out of the room. She didn't know where to go and didn't feel right just wondering around the house, so she went outside. She saw Mason drive up on his motorcycle, headed for the garage. Bonnie walked across the huge yard to the garage and watched as Mason got off his bike. He smiled when he noticed her standing there.

"Wow…I didn't expect to see you here stranger…you hardly ever come to the house, unless there is a party." He said, as he took off his helmet.

Bonnie smiled. "Yeah…well… I thought…it was time for a change of scenery."

Mason quirked his brow. "I don't think that Salvatore is going to like you hanging out here."

Her smile quickly vanished off her face. "Damon and I aren't together anymore. I broke it off with him."

This was news to Mason. "Well…I'm sorry to hear that."

Bonnie couldn't help it; she burst out laughing because it sounded so fake when he said it. "You are such a bad liar."

Mason laughed. "What did you want me to say…shit…I had to say something."

Bonnie shook her head, a smile still playing on her lips. "You could have said anything…you didn't have to tell a bold face lie."

"Alright…fine…I'm glad that you came to your senses about that guy…he is a major dick that didn't deserve to be with you…so I say good riddance."

Bonnie raised her eyebrow. "Wow, Mason, tell me how you really feel."

Mason snorted. "You wanted me to be honest…that is how I feel, there you have it."

Bonnie sighed, breaking eye contact with him and looking at his bike. "I didn't know you rode a motorcycle."

Mason looked down at his bike, patting it with his hand. "Yeah…I love to ride…it's my favorite thing to do." He bent down, inspecting something on the bike.

Bonnie scrunched up her small nose. "I don't like them, they seem so dangerous."

Mason's head snapped up like she said she didn't believe in Jesus. "Are you for real?"

"Yeah…I don't like them. What is the big deal?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"Bonnie…besides an airplane, a motorcycle is the coolest way to travel. It is like you are flying, but you're on the ground, and they are only dangerous if you are reckless or you don't know what you are doing."

Bonnie shook her head, still not convinced. "Mason, I don't care what you say…you'll never catch me riding on one of those things."

In his head, Mason said "We'll see about that."

Mason looked Bonnie over, when she noticed him checking her out, she shifted uncomfortably and he asked her a question to distract her. "So…what are you doing out here anyway?"

Bonnie sighed, walking to the car parked next to his bike, leaning against it. "Caroline and Tyler are making out, so I came out side to get some fresh air."

Mason chuckled. "Those two are scandalous…they will make out anywhere in front of anyone."

Bonnie laughed. "Not anyone…she would never do it in front of her mother."

"Yeah…Sheriff Forbes doesn't seem like the type of mother to tolerate behavior like that…maybe I should give her a heads up on what her daughter does behind her back."

Bonnie didn't know if he was kidding or not, but when he laughed at the sudden look of uncertainty on her face, she smiled.

"Don't worry Bonnie… I wouldn't do that to Caroline." Mason's stomach growled and Bonnie heard it and started laughing.

"Do you want to come with me into the kitchen to get something to eat…I got a feeling that Tyler and Caroline are still going at it." He held out his hand to her. Bonnie nodded her head and took his hand as his engulfed hers.

Bonnie sat at the island in the huge kitchen and watched as Mason pulled out multiple plastic containers of food from the refrigerator. Her eyes widen as he filled a plate full of food and placed it in the microwave.

When the microwave beeped, he placed the plate in front of her. "Mason…I can't eat all of this." She said startled.

"Don't be ridiculous Bonnie…we are going to share." He said to her like she was slow on the uptake. "Now dig in."

There was enough food on that plate to feed four people. Bonnie ate one barbequed pork chop and some macaroni and cheese and left the rest to Mason who easily devoured every last morsel. Once their bellies were full, Mason took Bonnie into the den where he popped in a dvd, and they watched a movie. It was six o'clock that evening when Tyler and Caroline came down stairs looking sheepish.

"Well…look who decided to come up for air." Mason said to the young couple.

"Some friends the two of you are…leaving me to entertain myself after inviting me over…if it wasn't for Mason…my whole day would have sucked." Bonnie said, laying it on thick, but it was truly how she felt.

Caroline had the decency to look shame faced. "Sorry Bonnie…that was a sucky thing to do, but I promise that I'll make it up to you." She said.

Mason looked at Bonnie with a twinkle in his eye. "Bonnie…I feel like some ice cream…what about you…but wait, darn; there isn't any left in the house."

Bonnie smiled at him. "Ooooo…ice cream… that sounds good." Bonnie turned her green eyes on Caroline and Tyler. "Would you two mind going to get us some ice cream…I mean after all you did leave me to fend for myself today, and Mason was a sweetheart to keep me company."

Tyler and Caroline both rolled their eyes at the same time, but complied, leaving Bonnie and Mason sitting in the den with a huge smile on both of their faces.

After the movie, Mason pulled out a deck of cards and got Bonnie to play a few rounds while they waited for their ice cream. Bonnie's dad had taught her how to play cards when she was a kid, but it had been a while since she last played. She was a little rusty, so Mason won the first game, but Bonnie rallied and won the second game. Mason decided he wanted to make a bet on the third and final game to make it more interesting. If he won, then Bonnie would have to take a ride on his motorcycle, and if Bonnie won, Mason would have to cook her dinner. When Mason laid his final hand on the table winning the game, Bonnie knew that she had been had.

"You big fat cheater!" Bonnie yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him.

Mason laughed. "What…I did not cheat…Bonnie Bennett, who knew that you were such a sore loser."

Bonnie took offense to that, putting her hands on her hips. "I am not a sore loser…I just can't stand a lousy cheater." She threw her cards at him.

Mason laughed even harder because he had never seen her act like this. On any other woman, this kind of behavior would have turned him off, but for some reason coming from Bonnie it was funny and cute. Then something occurred to him. Bonnie was scared to ride on his motorcycle, that was why she was so mad.

He stopped laughing and looked at her. "Hey…it was just a stupid game…you don't have to follow through on the bet."

Bonnie sighed. She really didn't want to ride on the back of his motorcycle; she hated those things especially the way they sounded. She just didn't feel like they were safe, but she had made a bet and lost. "No…a bet is a bet…so I'll do it."

Mason took her hand in his as he looked at her, his blue green eyes earnest. "I won't let anything happen to you, and I promise that you will have a good time…maybe even after this you'll want a bike of your own…though I'm not sure if they make them for woman your size."

Bonnie laughed, shaking her head. "I don't think so."

The next afternoon, Bonnie showed up at the Lockwood mansion ready to get this bike ride over with. Mason let her into the house then ran upstairs leaving Bonnie waiting for him in the living room. He came back down carrying a big box. He handed the box to a surprised Bonnie. She opened the box to find a pair of black biker boots in her size and a matching shiny black helmet.

Bonnie's green eyes widen in surprise. "Oh my god, Mason…you didn't."

Mason smiled down at her. "Yeah…I did."

"But, how did you even know my size?"

"I asked Caroline." He said simply.

Bonnie didn't know what to say. She was speechless. He had gone to so much trouble for just one little bike ride. But, the boots were exquisite and the helmet was nice too. She looked up at Mason and thanked him for his really nice gift and he nodded his head in reply.

What Bonnie Bennett didn't know was that Mason planned on this not being a onetime thing. He was going to show Bonnie how awesome it was to ride on a Harley Davidson, and that before long she was going to be a permanent fixture on the back of his bike.