Bonnie smiled sadly as she ended the call with her brother. Jamie was having the time of his life away at summer camp. He didn't seem to miss her half as much as she missed him. He had a life of his own and was living it. And she was happy for him, but there was a small selfish part of her that missed when it was just the two of them.
She dug her French manicured toes into the soft sand underneath her feet and looked out over the gorgeous turquoise blue water. She'd never seen water this color before and the view from where she was sitting was so spectacularly beautiful that it almost looked fake.
Damon warned her that she wouldn't believe her eyes when she saw Italy.
They were on a small island village on the coast of Sicily called Levanzo. No one here spoke a lick of English, so Damon had to do all the talking and then translate for Bonnie. It was so weird for her not being able to communicate with anyone. Mystic Falls felt like a million light years away.
Italy was everything that Damon said it would be and amazingly more, but after a while there was no place like home. And Bonnie desperately wanted to go home. But to tell Damon that would make her seem so ungrateful for all he'd risked to get her here.
Honestly, she began to grow homesick about a week after they arrived, but going home wasn't an option at least not with Katherine Pierce still taking up resident in town. It was amazing how overnight her entire life got uprooted all because this three hundred year old vampire decided to roll into town for a little walk down memory lane with her boys.
Bonnie was still trying to wrap her brain around all that Damon had told her about his and Stefan's past with Katherine. It was really hard for her not to pass judgment, but her teenage mind found it so gross that the two of them had shared a woman at one point in their lives.
But the more Damon talked about that time in his life it became very clear that he and Stefan were essentially Katherine's boy toys, which the teenager couldn't picture at all because she'd never known Damon and Stefan to be anything less than formidable. But she had to take into consideration that the brothers were newbie vampires when they met Katherine, so the allure of someone such as herself had to be impossible for them to resist.
Apparently, considering everything that went down between them.
A shadow fell upon Bonnie, pulling the girl from her thoughts. She looked up to see Damon standing over her with a small plastic container of raspberry gelato in his right hand.
She smiled softly as he squatted down on his haunches in front of her. "I brought you something sweet." He took hold of the small spoon and scooped up some of the rich, delicious desert. "Here, taste."
Bonnie obediently opened her mouth, closing her eyes as the cold sweetness melted on her tongue. "Good?" Damon asked placing the spoon into his mouth backwards.
She opened her eyes. "Heavenly."
He began to slowly feed her, loving the little sounds she was making in her throat whenever she swallowed.
Damon was trying super hard to make this feel like some sort of vacation getaway and Bonnie loved him so much for it.
He'd spoiled her rotten on this trip.
During the day, they explored the island and every time something caught Bonnie's eyes, Damon would buy it for her.
He took her sailing on a yacht and for three days it was just the two of them out on the water. It felt like they were the only two people left in the world.
And being so completely cut off from the rest of the world like they were Damon challenged Bonnie to let go of some of her inhibitions and let's just say that by the end of their mini getaway, lying naked, spread eagle on the top deck of the yacht in the middle of the day while Damon had his tongue buried deeply inside of her was the least of the things that Bonnie Bennett had done in those three days.
Damon even rented a couple of horses to go horseback riding on the beach during sunset.
It was so freaking romantic.
Bonnie had never seen Damon on a horse before, hell she didn't even know that he could ride a horse.
But to see him on top of that horse really was something to behold. Bonnie couldn't take her eyes off of him.
He looked like a prince.
A dark prince. Sexy yet formidably foreboding. His horse was as black as midnight and looked very imposing, almost sinister while hers was very pale in comparison and much more docile.
The irony didn't go unnoticed by Bonnie.
At one point while they were riding side by side, Damon reached over and pulled a startled Bonnie from her horse, placing her in front of him. She immediately felt the difference between the two horses and the feel of the powerful beast between her thighs coupled with the feel of the equally powerful beast at her back made for an arousing combination.
Bonnie had to stop herself from taking hold of one of Damon's hands and placing it between her legs.
But in the end the lovely horseback ride came at a costly price that Bonnie wasn't expecting because the next morning she woke up so very sore and could barely walk.
Damon teased Bonnie when she told him, telling her it was like she'd lost her virginity all over again.
Needless to say that she wasn't amused.
But seeing how she winced with every little step that she took made Damon feel bad for her, so for the rest of the day he was on his best behavior.
He stopped with all the teasing and pampered her, making Bonnie as comfortable as possible. He even offered her some of his blood to heal her sore muscles, but of course Bonnie declined, so he rubbed her feet instead and that turned into a back rub, which then turned into a full on body massage with some coconut oil, which eventually led to him rubbing that very sensitive, rapidly engorging spot between her legs and with the oil on his fingers it made for great slippage against her flesh causing her to careen into a fast coming orgasm that had her shaking uncontrollably.
Damon was relentless, working Bonnie's over stimulated nub until she creamed. When he was done with her, she couldn't move. Her body felt so heavy, almost like something was weighing her down.
Damon had to pick Bonnie up and carry her to bed. She slept like a baby for the rest of the day.
"So how's Jamie doing?" He asked licking the spoon when she'd had enough.
A light breeze from the water blew onto the beach, causing Bonnie's hair to fly in her face. She tucked the soft strands behind her ears. "He's doing good. I think he likes a girl."
Bonnie chuckled at the surprised expression on Damon's face.
"Oh really now...I guess it had to happen eventually." He paused, eying Bonnie closely. "So how does big sis feel about her baby brother liking some girl?"
She shrugged. "What can I say, he's growing up." She looked away from him when she felt her eyes watering up with tears.
"Hey." Damon said softly, gently caressing her face.
A tear slipped from her eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying."
Damon pulled her to his chest, kissing the top of her head. "You're crying because you want to go home, but we can't... and to make matters worse, you miss your little brother who feels like a million miles away and he's starting to grow up and not need you like he used to and it hurts."
Bonnie hit her fist against Damon's chest. "Stop reading my mind!" She sobbed.
He chuckled, taking that tiny fist in his hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss. Bonnie could be such a little fool when she wanted to be.
She knew damn well that he couldn't read her mind, no matter how hard he tried.
"But maybe after all these years she's changed...maybe Katherine won't do anything to me if she finds out about us."
It was three o'clock in the morning, Italy time. Damon and Bonnie were lying in bed. He was holding her in his arms because sleep wouldn't come to her just like it didn't the night before.
Damon sighed at her words, remembering the night Katherine arrived into town and how she unmercifully tore into that pretty blonde girl's chest and pulled out her still beating heart, sinking her fangs into it as the girl's lifeless body dropped to the floor.
"No baby, she hasn't changed. She hasn't changed one bit."
Damon knew Katherine wouldn't hesitate to kill Bonnie if she found out that he was in love with her.
"But maybe she won't even care, did you ever think about that?" Bonnie asked, irritation lining her voice because this was all so crazy. This woman, this vampire, didn't even know her, had never met her and yet she would kill her if she learned of her mere existence! This was insane!
"She would care Bonnie because she would see it as a slight."
Bonnie shook her head, not understanding. "But why?"
"Because you're human Bonnie. And Katherine thinks all humans are beneath us. You're blood supply to her and nothing more."
The girl was quiet for a long time before speaking again. "This is crazy."
Damon tightened his arms protectively around Bonnie trying to comfort her.
"What if she decides to stay in Mystic Falls...then where does that leave us, Damon?"
"Then we'll get Jamie and make another home somewhere else."
Bonnie couldn't believe that this was happening. When would all of this craziness end?
Katherine sat on top of Stefan, riding him like a woman possessed. They'd been going at it none stop for hours. Stefan took ahold of her hips, licking his lips as he tried to slow her ass down because at this rate she was going to break his dick.
"What's the matter, baby, you can't keep up?" She purred, bracing her hands against his chest and began to bounce up and down on his dick like it was a pogo stick.
He chuckled and then an instant later their positions were switched with him now on top of her. He forcefully grabbed a hold of both her legs and pushed them forward towards her head until she was literally in V formation and he began to pound into her.
"YES!" She screamed out, furiously rubbing her clit to gain the maximum amount of pleasure she could.
But Stefan knew how to really make her bust a colossal nut.
Katherine's eyes were closed so she didn't see when he vamped out. He wrapped a handful of her curly brown hair around his fist and yanked hard, exposing her slender white neck and then he savagely bit into her cold flesh.
Katherine came instantly, pinching her rust colored nipples.
Stefan got up from the bed, rubbing his dick to make sure it was still intact.
Katherine licked her lips, her eyes lowering to his ass.
Pretty faces, big dicks, and phenomenal asses. The Salvatore brothers truly were a rare breed. The only thing missing from their day long fucking session was Damon. While Stefan was hitting it from the front, her blue eyed vamp would've been hitting it from the back.
Gawd, how she missed their threesomes! By the time they would be done with her, she'd be deliciously sore all over.
Those were good times.
She pouted, sitting up on her elbows. "I miss Damon. I need both of you inside me in order to get off like I want to."
"And here I was about to puff out my chest and strut like John Travolta because I thought I murdered your pussy."
Katherine smiled seductively.
"Don't worry baby. You killed it alright." She got up from the bed as well, slipping on a silk robe. "But you know me... I like being double teamed."
"Don't I know it." Stefan said, pulling on his jeans.
Katherine lit a cigarette. It was the only humanly vice she had besides fucking. "Good. That's why I need for you to call that brother of yours and tell him to bring his sweet ass home."
Stefan tried to play it off. "Hey, I don't know where he is. I'm just as in the dark as to why he split just like you."
Did her two beautiful boys really think they were pulling the wool over her eyes? That she was that stupid?
Katherine sighed, tapping the cigarette between her fingers, letting the ashes fall on the floor.
Apparently, it seemed.
"Stefan?" She called out, stopping him before he entered the bathroom.
"Yes." He answered, turning around.
She tilted her head upward, blowing the cigarette smoke into the air before laying cold brown eyes on the youngest Salvatore brother. "If Damon isn't here within three days, that little teenybopper of his will be making funeral arrangements for that pretty, green eyed retard brother of hers."