The Hockey’s Plaything
"Uh, yeah. Hi. I'm sorry, I didn't know if there was anything to eat..."
The redhead laughed. "Don't worry about it. We've got plenty of food."
As they approached, Sarah realized they were twins - almost identical, except for their hair color. She backed up against the counter, feeling suddenly nervous.
"I should probably go get dressed," she said lamely.
The dark-haired twin shook his head. "No need," he purred, reaching out to trail a finger down her arm. "You look good enough to eat just like this."
Sarah shivered at his touch, a familiar heat starting to build in her core. She glanced at the redhead, who was now leaning against the fridge, arms crossed and eyes roving over her body appre